My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing's pink mouth was trembling, and her hand was pulled down by him. She looked at him with through her tears. She had cried too much, and her small, dainty nose was red. "You lied. I said you couldn't touch me, but you tricked me to go to the top of the mountain that day…"

Lu Shaoming held her in his arms. The little woman's mind was quick. In a moment, she had thought through what had happened in the past few months.

He brushed her beautiful hair behind her ear and kissed her snowy little earlobe. "Wifey, I used a little poppy to relieve the pain that day."

Ning Qing was shocked and trembled. Pointing out her forefinger and scolding him. "You animal; don't you want to live? You only know how to do those things."

Lu Shaoming laid her down and pressed down on her. "Wifey, what else could I do? When you first came back, you pestered me. How could I not miss you after being apart for two months? I would react if you touched me. Later, you went to England, but when you came back, you showed up in front of me in such a blatant way. I would have a reaction just by seeing you. Wifey, you've tortured me so much that I wanted to do that with you so much."

Ning Qing covered his mouth with her small hand, not allowing him to speak. Does he have any shame? They hadn't been together properly for half a year. They were talking so much now, but all his words were laced with sexual intent.

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"Alright, I won't talk about it anymore." Lu Shaoming took her little hand and pressed it down.

Ning Qing twisted her head.

But her tiny jaw was pinched, and the man's kiss came in. "Wifey, we finally don't feel bad, but you still want to make me feel bad?"

This sentence hit the softest part of Ning Qing's heart. Her small hands slid onto the sheet. She closed her eyes, red faced.

…

Jian Han went out of Ning family Villa and saw Zhou Dayuan on the road when she turned.

The man wore a dark grey suit with a dark blue striped T-shirt. He left his side profile for her to see. His body was tall and gentle. He had one hand in his pocket and was looking at the cell phone in his palm.

Was he waiting for her?

He was waiting for her!

Jian Han felt that her empty heart was full again. She called out, "Dayuan."

Zhou Dayuan leaned sideways and looked at her.

It was a late summer night. The evening wind blew. The woman wore a thin black bat-sleeved shirt on top and a pink pleated yarn skirt that hung down to her ankles. Her soft, dark hair was tied up casually and hung down on her right shoulder. She emanated elegance through her refreshing style.

Jian Han has a distinctive feminine aura about her. The Gardenia fragrance gave off a comfortable and homey feel.

Zhou Dayuan watched the woman run toward him. She had a gentle smile on her face. She raised her feet and ran towards him. The evening wind blew against her skirt and drew beautiful scenery.

Zhou Dayuan raised his lips and opened his arms.

Jian Han fell into his arms.

Zhou Dayuan held her tigh.

"Is it cold?" he asked.

She was always cold.

Jian Han shook her head and rubbed against his striped shirt as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Is it dangerous this time? Are you injured?" she asked with concern.

She couldn't sleep well these days. She was always worried that he would get hurt.

Zhou Dayuan held her soft body, looked down, and sniffed the fragrance of her shampooed hair. He raised his eyebrows a little, and his gentle gaze was full of mesmerization and satisfaction. "It wasn't dangerous, and I'm not injured."

"Alright." Jian Han nodded. She was happy, so she held him tight.

Zhou Dayuan caressed her hair and softly asked, "Did you have dinner? Let's have dinner together."

Jian Han let go of his waist and looked at his smooth, handsome face. Had he eaten? He probably hadn't eaten yet.

"Alright."

"What would you like to eat? I didn't drive today. Shall we walk or take a taxi?" he asked like a gentleman.

Jian Han looked ahead. "There's a restaurant nearby. Let's eat there. It's not too far. Let's walk there."

"Alright." They both walked forward.

Zhou Dayuan walked and had Jian Han walk to his right. The man's left hand was in his pocket while his right hand hung by his side.

Jian Han's face was a little red. She had calmed down now and knew how inappropriate it was when she had rushed to embrace him. She had been extremely worried about him just now, and she wanted to see him, wanted to confirm his safety.

Now that she thought of it, what was her identity?

After the enthusiasm receded, she wasn't sure which path they were on now.

At this time, her left hand was grasped. The man's big hand was dry and warm. He smiled warmly. There were stars in his eyes as he looked at her and asked, "Jian Han, what are you thinking?"

Jian Han immediately blushed. He was…holding her hand?

She shook her head and stuttered. "No…Nothing."

As she spoke, she looked down at the shadows of the two of them on the ground. He was close to her. They were holding hands, and their shadows slowly overlapped.

Time seemed to go back to six years ago.

Zhou Dayuan looked at the woman's red earlobes, and his eyes turned more tender. After wandering among the sea of people for so long, the woman he had always wanted has finally returned to his side.

…

They came to a restaurant and had Chinese food. The decor was very romantic, with rattan chairs on one side and sofas on the other.

Zhou Dayuan took Jian Han's little hand and took her to a window seat. He pulled out the rattan chair for her like a gentleman.

The blush on Jian Han's face did not recede. She pulled her little hand out of his palm and sat down somewhat shyly.

Zhou Dayuan circled to the opposite sofa.

The waiter brought the menu, and Zhou Dayuan pushed it in front of her. "You order first."

"Ok." Jian Han nodded.

She picked up the menu, turned over several pages, and said to the waiter, "One fried beef fillet with hot peppers, milan fried fish steak, stir-fried fresh mushrooms, and vegetables."

She passed the menu to Zhou Dayuan.

Zhou Dayuan was holding a teacup to pour warm water for her. The man's hands were beautiful, like jade, without any calluses, fair and slender.

When he had held her just now, they were so warm.

Zhou Dayuan took the menu and said, "Another dried pot tea mushroom…" He added several more dishes.

The waitress took the menu away. Jian Han took a sip of water and looked out the window at the bright lights outside. The environment was quiet, the French music was romantic, and there was no other noise. Everyone looked down and talked quietly.

Jian Han's mood relaxed a little and became lighter.

The dishes soon arrived, and they both ate very elegantly. The dim light covered the aloof duo with a soft glow. Outsiders could not come into their world.

But soon, something unexpected happened. The rattan chair was connected with the seats behind. A family of three sat down behind them. The child was jumping around on the rattan chair, and his little arms touched Jian Han's shoulders.

Zhou Dayuan raised his eyes and looked over. "Come and sit here," he said with a soft voice.

He pointed to the seat beside him.

Jian Han could do nothing. Children were all naughty sometimes. She got up and sat beside him.

The adults behind them soon looked over and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, the child has bothered you."

Jian Han smiled and shook her head. "It's all right."

They sat together for dinner. Jian Han was a bit restrained while the man acted as he normally does. He picked up a small, clean bowl, scooped up two spoonfuls of Yangzhou fried rice with a small spoon, then picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked out all the onions inside, and finally put them in her hand.

After all these years, he remembered that she did not eat onions.

As the only daughter in the family, she was not only an idiot in life but also picky and difficult to support.

"Thank you." Jian Han looked down and took a delicate bite of rice with the spoon he had just scooped, then took a piece of lettuce with chopsticks and ate it.

But just then, the man in her peripheral vision stopped eating.

He leaned back into the sofa, with two long legs crossed gently, one arm across the sofa behind her, and one hand placed gently on his leg.

Jian Han looked sideways and saw the sharp and handsome outline of the man. He pressed his lips together lightly and brought out a bit of fatigue in his gentle appearance.

"You've eaten?" she opened her mouth and asked. There was an unnoticeable heartache for him in her gentle voice.

This kind of heartache felt as if it was about to spill over.

He hadn't eaten much just now, as if he had a bad appetite.

Zhou Dayuan looked at the woman and shook his head. "No."

"Why don't you eat then? Is the dish not to your liking?"

"It's alright."

Jian Han put a small piece of lettuce on her chopsticks into her mouth and chewed it. Then she took a piece of beef fillet and brought it to his mouth. "Have a taste."

Zhou Dayuan leaned over and ate with his mouth open.

"Is it delicious?" the woman asked.

Zhou Dayuan chewed a few mouthfuls of beef fillet, then swallowed. "Yes, it's delicious." He looked at her delicate and gentle apricot eyes. All three dishes she ordered were his favorite. As a doctor, he knew how to maintain a healthy lifestyle. He didn't like raw, cold, and spicy dishes very much. He loved beef, fish, and seasonal vegetables.

He bent down and they were very close. Jian Han looked at his brows that were near his temples. His nose was not as tall and sharp as other men's, but its silhouette was beautiful and very pleasant to look at.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Zhou Dayuan frowned and softly said, "There's nothing wrong. It's just that Zhilei… She was tormented for half a month and had her right leg amputated when she was sent to the hospital. She has to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life."

Zhou Dayuan's tone was as if he were gossiping with her. He seldom made friends. Lu Shaoming had grown up with him. They were very close, but some words couldn't be said to him.

Looking at the woman's gentle eyes now, he wanted to talk about it.

"Actually, in the Zhou family, I don't know why, but my parents have never been close to me since childhood. Besides living under the same roof, they are indifferent to me. They don't care about my studies or my life. But they treated Zhilei very well, so well that they would be afraid that she would melt when they held her in their palms. Later, I thought that maybe it's because I'm a boy, and girls need more care than boys.

"Nevertheless, I still think we are a family. Zhilei is my sister, but I can't help her. She has a deep attachment to Shaoming. I watched her go astray, step by step, and she finally paid the price for her mistakes. Now, her entire life has probably been ruined…"

Jian Han listened and looked down slowly. Sometimes, a lot of things in the world could not be explained clearly. Zhou Zhilei's disability now was to atone for her mistakes. Whether right or wrong, this man still felt bad for his sister.

His sense of responsibility was too heavy, both towards Lu Shaoming and Zhou Zhilei.

Just then, a big palm touched her little face as the man smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"