My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Zhou Zhilei's entire body was shaking. She had known Lu Shaoming for more than 20 years. It was until now that she truly realized how scary and cruel he really was.

At that time, she was really crazy with jealousy, and it was only right then that she decided to make use of that crazy Tang Xueli to provoke him.

Now, she regretted doing so.

How could she trade her entire life merely for one man?

Lu Shaoming looked at her for the last time. "You are like this right now. This is the greatest benevolence I can give you. In the future, don't create any more shockwaves. Otherwise, I would let you know, your situation could get much worse."

Lu Shaoming had one of his hands in his pocket. He used another hand to hold his car keys, and he left without a care.

…

Zhou Dayuan ran in front of Jian Han's office. The door was locked, and he was unable to open it. He could only knock on the door. "Jian Han, Jian Han, open the door."

The door did not open, and Jian Han's voice came out from inside. "You go away."

Three simple words of hers made Zhou Dayuan's body shake entirely. His long, delicate hand was on the door handle. He lowered his voice as he said, "Jian Han, what do you mean by this?"

What was the meaning of…you go away?

Jian Han did not speak further. The room went quiet, and it made him panic.

The frown on Zhou Dayuan's face got even deeper. There was a rare anxious sentiment on his warm and handsome face, and at this moment, "Da Yuan." Lu Shaoming appeared behind him.

Lu Shaoming laughed, and he scanned the tightly shut office door in front of him. "What is wrong? You two are quarreling with one another?"

Zhou Dayuan withdrew his hand from the door handle. He stood up straight. There was a hint of depression in his dark eyes. "It's nothing much." As he spoke, he lifted his gaze to look at the man. "How do you feel? I injected you with the cure two days ago. Does your body feel uncomfortable recently? Let's go, I will give you a check-up."

The test tube that they got from Tang Xueli's northwest camp was the genuine cure, but for safety purposes, Zhou Dayuan would check on him everyday. He didn't think it was likely, but he was just afraid of a minute possibility.

"Okay." Lu Shaoming followed behind him and looked at his cold expression on his face. Lu Shaoming went forward to pat Zhou Dayuan's shoulder. "I saw your mother just now. Your mother made life difficult for Jian Han again, and Jian Han threw a tantrum with you?"

Zhou Dayuan nodded his head. "Probably. But six years ago, Jian Han should have known that my mother was never the problem."

Lu Shaoming understood inside his heart, because of Jian Han, Zhou Dayuan had left that family a long time ago, and their relations did not warm up even a bit over these six years.

"When a woman is throwing a tantrum, you should just coax her for a bit. This is true, Dayuan, you are no longer young also. Don't waste time, and get married quickly."

"Marriage?" Zhou Dayuan laughed mockingly and said, "She is not even willing to start dating me."

That day in the car, when he asked to start dating, she did not reply, and she had been always avoiding this question.

Lu Shaoming lifted his eyebrows. He was in a good mood as he laughed. "Dayuan, could it be that you didn't get to eat last night?"

Last night, he also stopped outside the villa, Jian Han left immediately. If anyone said that these two people did not do anything that night, Lu Shaoming would never believe that.

Talking about last night, Zhou Dayuan's cold expression immediately turned warm and gentle, and he curled up the corners of his lips.

Lu Shaoming looked at his expression just like a cat that had gotten his share of fish. He continued to laugh as he said, "Isn't it all done then? A woman gave her body to you, so what else do you want? If she doesn't want to get married, then don't you know how to force her? For example…create a child and have…a shotgun wedding?"

Zhou Dayuan listened on and the arc on the corners of his lips got even deeper. He glanced sideways to look at Lu Shaoming/ "Shao Ming, it seems like in your family, Ning Qing is definitely heavily controlled by you."

Lu Shaoming laughed. "That's for sure."

…

Jian Han spent an entire afternoon in her office. In a daze, her tears dried up, and she did not want to shed more tears. She sat on the office chair, and her eyes were in a blur as she looked outside the windows. Actually, she didn't even know what she was looking at.

At this moment, a minor sound rang out in her ears. The office door that was locked from the inside was already opened, and Zhou Dayuan appeared at the side of the door.

The man's large hands had a few exquisite bento boxes in them. He placed the bento boxes on the desk. The man's low, gentle voice was warm as usual as he said, "I asked someone to get the spares keys to the office. I opened the door. It is lunch time. I went to get takeaway from Fook Ji. Eat it while it's still hot."

Jian Han still maintained her posture looking outside the window, and she did not move at all.

Zhou Dayuan took the porcelain soup bowl in the centre of his palm, then he took the small spoon to ladle a few scoops of soup. He blew the hot steam away from it. He placed the spoonful of soup by her lips at last. He coaxed her softly. "Jian Han, I'm the one in the wrong. You can be angry at me, but have your meal first."

Jian Han started to move. She moved her body backwards and hid from the spoon in his hand. She lifted her eyebrows up, and even her pure and beautiful voice had a distant coldness to it as she said, "You get out. I want to calm down for a moment."

Zhou Dayuan did not have an expression on his face. His dark, warm eyes that were hidden behind his gold rimmed glasses looked at her beautiful almond shaped face that was the size of a palm. He only had grace in him as he said, "Sure, I will go out in a moment, but you eat your rice first. Come over, have a mouthful of soup. This soup…"

Jian Han waved her hand and directly overturned the bowl of soup in his hands.

After a deafening sound in the air, the soup bowl was shattered on the floor.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, and there was a suffocating silence between the both of them.

Jian Han's long lashes fluttered for a few moments. She saw the man move from her peripheral vision. She turned her head to have a look. The man's black handmade shoes stepped on the overturned soup. His long and handsome figure bend down slightly, and his hand that was accustomed to holding the surgical knife went to pick the fragments on the floor.

All Jian Han could see in her line of vision was the half of the man's side profile together with his defined features. The definition of his nose was sharp and handsome, and at this moment, he was squatting down on the floor.

His pants over his right thigh were largely stained with the soup. When she splashed the soup just now, he didn't duck away, and she spilled it on him.

Such a clean and pure man, even the scent on his body was extremely pleasant to the nose. Why did he have to do all of this all because of her?

"Enough, stop already." The tears in her eyes flowed down. Jian Han bit down on her lip, and her voice was shaking.

Zhou Dayuan picked a few broken pieces up. His soft fringe covered his forehead above his eyes. He said, "I will clean up the mess here. The broken pieces would pierce your foot…"

"You don't…need to pick it up. I will eat… Is that okay or not?" Jian Han choked up.

Upon hearing her words, Zhou Dayuan's hands that were picking up the broken pieces up froze, and he lifted his head to look at her.

Jian Han frantically lowered her head, afraid to look into his eyes. She quickly took the chopsticks and rice on the desk and ate a small bite of rice.

Zhou Dayuan threw the broken pieces in his hands into the rubbish bin before standing up, standing diagonally behind her.

They were both silent. Jian Han had a few bites of rice before she softly asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet," the man answered simply.

Jian Han had more tears flow down her almond shaped face. She took a breath through her reddened nose. She turned around slowly and used her chopsticks to pick a clump of rice to feed him. "You have some."

Zhou Dayuan did not move, and he looked down at her from above.

The expression in his eyes was not sharp. He was so quiet, and he had some faint traces of…pain…in his eyes as he looked at her.

He would kiss her forehead and call her name again and again.

Jian Han cast her eyes downwards. Her small face was pale as her lips were a little pink. He did not eat, and she slowly withdrew her hand.

At this moment, the man bent down and opened his mouth. He ate the rice from her chopsticks in her hands.

He did not leave. Jian Han also did not move, the man's long and lanky figure left her with a shadow. He chewed the rice and swallowed it down before looking at her. "Jian Han, can you not treat me like this in the future? I feel very insecure when you are sometimes hot and cold towards me."

Jian Han could not control her tears. Her small hands firmly held her chopsticks, and her lips were quivering.

Zhou Dayuan went forward and kissed her quivering lips gently. He plastered against her and brushed her lightly. "I am sorry, I also do not want to give you stress. You are angry at me and have asked me to leave. I also want to be like others, leaving to give you some space for freedom, but I am really afraid. Jian Han, do you know why I am really afraid right now?

"I am afraid once I turn around, you would disappear again. It would be another endless six years. Last night, I had that little feeling of bliss. You slept beside me, in a spot where my hands could reach so easily. You gave me a warm nest, and I don't want to lose it yet again.

"Jian Han, I am 32 years old. I really don't have another six years to wait for you anymore. I am really afraid that we would not have the time to be in love with one another, and we would get old by then. I am afraid that as time passes, I won't even know where the time disappeared to.

"Jian Han, I can give up on the entire world for you. I only want you. Is that okay? Me being like this, do you want to have it? Do you dare to want me or not?"

Jian Han had nothing to say in response because she could not formulate any answer. Her heart was secured by multiple locks. She could not save herself, and she could not help him.

She shed tears as she shook her head. "I am sorry…I am sorry…"

Zhou Dayuan's eyes were filled with apparent disappointment. He closed his eyes and kissed her lips once again. "Its fine, I won't force you. If you like it, then we can also maintain this status as we grow old together. Only that, don't ever ask me to leave again. If you really do not want to see me I can stand at the side of the door to wait for you. I can wait for you forever."

"Dayuan…." Tears trickled down Jian Han's face non stop. She could not understand why there could be so many couples on earth who could have their own happy endings, just like Ning Qing, but they could not.

"Put your chopsticks down. Don't eat anymore. The dishes have gone cold. I will go take a shower, and I will bring you out for a meal later," Zhou Dayuan said, then he stood up and turned around as he headed towards the door.

"Dayuan." Jian Han put her chopsticks and the bowl of rice down. She tugged the sleeve of his shirt and stood up from the chair. She went on her tiptoes to embrace his neck. "Dayuan."

She called him.

Zhou Dayuan dodged her. His eyes were full of pamper as he said, "My shirt is dirty; don't hug me."

"I don't care. I want to hug you." Jian Han hugged him tight and said, "What did you say was in that bowl of soup?"

He had yet to finish his words.

"Oh, I ordered that bowl of soup for you. It was especially targeted to supplement a woman's health after vigorous exercise."

Jian Han's small, pale face had two red spots on it. She laughed lightly and lifted her head to kiss his lips, and she kissed him deeply.

Zhou Dayuan do you know or not? I love you so much.

…

At night, Lu Shaoming drove back to the Ning family villa. After he entered the villa, he realized that Ning Qing had yet to return.

He lifted his hand up to glance at his watch. It was already 7pm.

Yue Wanqing carried Little Qinwen in her arms as she walked over. "Shaoming, Qingqing might be late tonight. She could not make it home for dinner. Let's eat."