My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Jian Han lifted her head up. It looked like tears were about to trickle out of her small, almond-shaped eyes. "I don't know how to comfort you."

She was not glib with her words.

Zhou Dayuan curled the corners of his lips up into a smile. "You don't know how to comfort me? Do you know how to do this? He bent down as he kissed the corner of her lips.

Jian Han's small hand that was holding chopsticks tightened, and she closed her eyes as she was flustered.

She didn't expect him to kiss her in the restaurant.

He kissed her for a short moment before he asked, "Have you learned what to do now?"

Jian Han was shaking a little. She slowly opened her eyes, and the man's handsome face grew larger as he neared. There was a hint of his anticipation in his eyes.

"Yeah." She was under his love spell. She nodded her head, looking silly, and slowly kissed him.

She really wanted to comfort him.

Zhou Dayuan's hand that had been placed on the back of the sofa slid down to her waist, and he wanted to take her in his embrace.

She had yet to kiss him, and suddenly: "Waa!" The small child in the back seat jumped up. He used both of his small hands to cover his eyes. "Embarrassing…"

Jian Han quickly pushed Zhou Dayuan away, and she held the chopsticks in her hands as she pretended to eat.

It was too embarrassing.

The child's parents quickly covered his mouth as they said, "Don't speak nonsense."

"But, but I saw Uncle and Aunty kiss on the lips just now."

"What is there to be surprised about kissing? If your Dad and Mum did not kiss, how would you have been born?"

"Then, then do Uncle and Aunty want to give birth to a younger brother or younger sister then?"

"Yes."….

Jian Han heard their conversation and hated that she couldn't bury herself in a hole in the ground.

But Zhou Dayuan lifted his eyebrows while he broke out into a smile. He looked fatigued, but he was still in a good mood.

…

The two of them went out of the restaurant, and he flagged a cab.

Zhou Dayuan opened the back door. Jian Han sat inside first, then Zhou Dayuan went inside the car.

The driver politely asked, "Sir, Miss, where are you two heading?"

Zhou Dayuan looked at Jian Han. "Where are we going?"

Jian Han's face was a little red. A night like this, a couple walking out from the restaurant after finishing their meal… He asked her where they were going. It still had the trace of vague feelings.

"Take me home," she replied.

Zhou Dayuan's expression didn't change. He told the driver the name of the estate, and the driver started to drive.

The two of them sat in the back. They were not too close. To avoid being awkward with him, Jian Han turned her head sideways to look outside the window.

At the moment, the radio was turned on in the car, and there was a slow melody playing on the radio; it was an old song.

It was a very very old song. It was Teresa Teng's <As Sweet As Honey>.

Sweet as Honey.

Your smile is as sweet as honey.

Just like a flower blooming in the wind of spring.

I saw you right there.

Your smile still looks so familiar.

I can't manage to recall when I last saw it.

Ah, it was in my dreams…

This song made Jian Han dig up some memories. She was a fan of Teresa Teng. It's been 12 years since Teresa Teng passed away. She had cried with her nose all red. She had carried all of Teresa Teng's CDs in her arms as her parents send her off to the airport. She travelled across the ocean as she went to England to attend university in Oxford to further her studies.

But when she entered school, all of her precious CDs were lost. She was flustered in a moment, and she ran all over the campus as she went to search for them.

After that, in the kitchen of the school, she saw Zhou Dayuan.

At that time, he was only 20 years old. He was two years her senior. It was an autumn day. He was wearing a maple-red wool sweater. He matched it with a pair of dark coloured casual pants. He was definitely the absolute image of a proper young man, warm and gentle like a piece of jade.

There was a box placed beside his feet. Her box, and her CDs were in the box.

She went forward and got to know him.

It turned out that he picked up her box by accident, and he stood at this spot to wait for her to come.

At that time, when she saw his handsome face, she found that it turned out there was really something called a heartbeat on this world.

She hugged the box as she walked back, and she purposely left a cd there.

He picked it up, and called out to her from behind, "Student, you left a CD behind."

At that time, it was a beautiful period of time. She also did not know her face was crimson red as she told him, feeling displeased, "You, how come you are so odd?"

She ran away.

After a while, after she went around to find out, it turned out that he was the son of the Heavens, the person who had dominated Oxford, Zhou Dayuan, and he was a genius in medical school.

After that, she asked someone for his phone number and sent a text message to him, "Fix a place to meet me to return me the CD tonight."

It was a coy and brazen tone.

After that, it was a love story borne of her Teresa Teng CDs.

In the future, no matter how many times that they separated from one another, and how much time had passed, neither dared forget.

It was the same as the lyrics in the song — I have dreamed of you before, in a dream.

There was a type of love that had already germinated inside their hearts.

Jian Han's memories flew by. A car emerged from the tunnel and flew past them. The driver of the taxi had to make an emergency right to avoid the other vehicle quickly. As she was not paying attention, Jian Han's entire body went tumbling towards the right.

"Ah!" she gently screamed out.

At this moment, her shoulders were held, and her entire being fell into a clean and nice smelling embrace. Her hair was kissed, and the man coaxed her softly. "Don't be scared. Nothing is wrong."

The driver in the front cursed and looked through the rear view mirror to look at them. "Sir, Miss, did either of you get hurt?"

Zhou Dayuan shook his head.

Jian Han straightened up and adjusted her body. After the dizziness in her head went away, she struggled for a few moments, wanting to escape from his embrace as she tried to sit upright.

But she was unable to do as she pleased, because the large hand on her shoulder used some force and pinched her shoulder. "Don't move, let me hug you for a moment… These few days… I am a bit tired right now."

Jian Han lifted her gaze, in his embrace. The man placed his head on the seat, and he closed his eyes.

He did really look fatigued.

Jian Han stopped moving. She was soft as she nested in his embrace. All she could smell in her nostrils was his smell. It was the smell of disinfectant together with a masculine scent. It was clean and extremely fragrant.

Lu Shaoming's love spell, Zhou Zhilei's amputation surgery; how could they not affect him?

He was really fatigued.

Jian Han lay in his embrace. With one hand, she slowly touched his face,. Very quickly, her small hand was wrapped into the centre of his palm. He moved around and hugged her even tighter. He closed his eyes as he kissed her face, then finally placed his jaw on her forehead.

Jian Han's head was over his heart, and she listened to his steady and forceful heartbeat. She looked at the window of the car, and her tiny face was red.

…

After reaching the estate, the duo got out of the car.

The taxi did not leave, and Zhou Dayuan stood beside the car door. Jian Han looked at him, "I…will go back. You should return home to rest."

Zhou Dayuan did not speak, and he looked at her with a glow in his eyes.

Jian Han did not dare to look at his eyes. She waved her hand. "I am leaving."

She turned around to run in the direction of the condominium.

After entering the lift, she pressed the button, and the doors of the lift slowly shut. Jian Han felt her entire body burn up. She could not erase that spark in his eyes from her mind.

He wanted…to do what?

No way!

She could not.

Ding! The doors opened, and she walked out of the lift.

She took her keys out from her bag. She wanted to open the door, but at this moment, her phone started to ring; it was a call from Zhou Dayuan.

She looked at it twice, then pressed the button to pick up the call.

"Hello…"

"Hello," The man was laughing. His warm, low voice was reverberating in her ears, and it sounded very gentle. "I am already downstairs right now. You are not inviting me in to have a seat?"

He finally said it out loud.

Jian Han was silent for a few seconds. "It's not convenient today, I…"

"Ding!" The sound of footsteps came from behind her. "It's too late, I am already here."

Jian Han turned her head back; Zhou Dayuan was standing behind her.

The man had a smile on his lips as he looked at her.

Jian Han put her phone away and did not know where to look. She stood at her original spot. Zhou Dayuan walked behind her, and the material of the man's shirt brushed against her skirt. He used one hand to go forward to open the door for her. His voice came from above her. He coaxed her, saying, "Go in."

It was just like a couple deeply in love that went to a hotel. After arriving at the door of the hotel room, the girl was not willing, and the guy was coaxing her.

He stretched one arm to open the door. It was just as if he were embracing her from behind. Jian Han was considered to be tall among girls. She was 5 ft 9inches, but in his embrace, she still looked to be petite and small.

She was not willing to go in. The girl's voice was shy as she was on the brink of tears. She was in a hurry as she softly said, "Don't be like this…"

He took his left hand from his pocket to pin her soft waist down. He opened the door with his right hand, then pushed her inside. "What did I do?"

Bang! He shut the door of the condominium unit behind him.

Jian Han's small hand went against the wall. She wanted to switch on the lights, but in the next moment, her entire figure was pinned against the door by him, and his lips came onto her.

Both of Jian Han's legs went soft. She stuttered as she ducked away from him. She did not think that the man who was normally refined and warm would have times that he was dominating. She didn't think he'd want to force her.

"Don't… You don't…"

"Don't what, Jian Han?" His hoarse voice had the rogue sentiments of a man. He was fooling around with her, watching her get anxious, and he watched her duck away gently in his embrace.

"Zhou Dayuan…" Jian Han stretched out her hand to punch him. She had no choice in the end. He managed to kiss her.

…

Ning Qing was really exhausted. She did not know when she fell asleep last night. When she lay on the bed, she felt her small hand tighten up, and she did not have an ounce of energy.

The morning sun streamed through the curtains as she slowly opened her eyes.

She was hugged by someone, and she saw the man's sculpted chest right in front of her.

The white and azure blue blankets adorned with white clouds covered his waist. There was a rise in their blankets, his healthy waistline underneath. He was still sleeping. His chiselled face had traces of fatigue on it. It lost all of the coldness and sternness in it, and his side profile was glowing under the gentle rays of the sun.