My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Jian Han's clear and sparkling almond shaped eyes were full of confusion and pain. She went upstairs, and when she came back down, there was a clean white shirt in her hands together with a soft, warm towel.

She sat beside him. Her actions were gentle as she tried not to wake him up. She used the towel to wipe the bloodstains, before lifting her small white hand up to help him remove his dirtied clothing.

She just undid two buttons, and er small head was touched by a large hand. A gentle, hoarse voice rang out in her ears, "Wifey…"

Jian Han answered him as she lifted her gaze up. She saw his clear and dark gaze. His sparkling eyes had a touch of a smile in them. He was very gentle, like a shining star on a summer night.

Jian Han curled the corners of her lips up, and coyly replied, "Hubby, you are awake?"

Zhou Dayuan used his fingers to brush the white and supple skin on her face. He looked at her smile. "Wifey, is this a dream?"

Jian Han heard his words and the tip of her nose turned sour quickly. There was a layer of fog in her clear eyes.

She shook her head and said, "It's not."

After she spoke, her small head was taken deep into his embrace. His injured left shoulder nudged her shoulder, and he slowly let go. He buried his face in her tender neck, closed his eyes, and took a whiff. He was satisfied as he exclaimed, "Wifey, this is great. This is not a dream. I just opened my eyes, and saw you by my side again."

Jian Han used both of her small hands to tug the corner of his shirt. "Hubby, you let go. I saw that you were injured. How did you get injured? Let me help you change your bandage. Also, the shirt that you are wearing is dirty already. Go take a shower in the bathroom. After you shower, we…."

"Jian Han," the man said hoarsely and softly, interrupting her. "Can I confess something to you?"

"What?" Jian Han did not know what he was going to say.

"Can I confess something? I do not dare to let go of your hand right now, because I am still afraid that this is still a dream. Seven years ago, you left me. I searched for you for a whole seven years. When I opened my eyes every morning, I almost could see you seated beside me on the bed. You were smiling so warmly at me just like how you did in the past, but when I sat up, it was only then that I realized that you disappeared again."

Jian Han felt her face become wet. It turned out that the tears in her eyes had already trickled down.

She stretched her hand out slowly and hugged his sculpted waist. She hugged him tight.

"Hubby, I am sorry…"

The man did not hear her words as he was speaking and answering himself. "Jian Han, did you know why I was angry with you before? That was because there was a night I received a call and heard that you were about to go back to Singapore with Tang Fan, and I was crazy with anger and raging with jealousy.

"Also, yesterday afternoon, did you know why I brought you to the hospital that you were working at do your checks? That was because I wanted all of the friends that you knew to know that you are my wife now, you are pregnant with my son right now, and you belong to me entirely.

"I used this method to persuade you to stay by my side. I wanted to tell the whole world that you belong to me. Only by doing this, only then would I have the feeling of safety. Jian Han, I am really afraid already. I am afraid that you would leave me again. The things that happened yesterday, I know even if I ask you, you would also not let me know, then just being like this is fine. We have promised one another. In the future when you are angry at me or are being distant with me, when I close my eyes and open them again, you are nice towards me again. I can pamper you without any conditions, but you have to give birth to our son and stay obediently by my side. Every day in the future, I want to spend my days together with you."

Jian Han's face was covered in tears. She choked up in his embrace. Even though he had never mentioned it before, she knew that her departure seven years ago had left him with much trauma inside his heart.

He was not a god; he would also be afraid.

What call did he answer? His thoughts when he arranged for her to go to the hospital for a medical check-up, that was because he was in a state of extreme nervousness. He was so flustered, and he did not know when he would open his eyes again, and she would disappear before his eyes once again, like the bubbles under sunlight.

But Zhou Dayuan ah, Zhou Dayuan. Maybe he would never find out. The reason why she left seven years ago, this was a secret buried deep inside her heart. This was her most sincere and most humble form of love she had for him.

Everything that she once had in her life, and she gave everything to him.

She gave herself entirely to him.

But love could not be expressed in words.

Zhou Dayuan let go of her shoulders, and used his two large hands to cup her small face that was covered in tears. He kissed her tears slowly and gently. He placed his forehead on her and lovingly nudged her. "Jian Han, I love you."

13 years of love, it was all deeply entrenched in his bones, and he could not forget it for a single moment.

Jian Han paused as she choked up. She lifted her gaze to look at him. His handsome face was nearby, and the bright sunshine gave him a mesmerizing, exquisite layer. She nodded her head as she said, "Yeah, I know. I always knew."

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes. He was satisfied and joyous, and he said, "My hand is fine. I handled it yesterday. Are you hungry or not? What do you want to eat? I will make it for you."

Jian Han kept the sadness in her heart at bay, and she fluttered her long fan like eyelashes before she softly replied, "I want to eat noodles."

"Okay." Zhou Dayuan stood up and headed for the kitchen.

Jian Han organized the first aid box on the coffee table. He was a doctor. He was clear where he was hurt. Although her heart hurt, she was also secretly relieved. When he went to the hospital later, they definitely had to bandage his wound properly.

She placed the first aid box in its original spot, and she saw the bin beside the coffee table had glass shards dotted with blood stains. She froze for a moment and went to look at the man inside the kitchen.

Zhou Dayuan was boiling water at that time. The water boiled and he was preparing to put the noodles down. At this moment, he felt there was a softness at his waist, and the small woman hugged him from behind.

He curled the corners of his lips and did not turn his head back. He held her small hand in his left hand and weaved his fingers into hers. He laughed and asked "What's wrong?"

Jian Han pouted her pink lips and unhappily asked, "How did you injure your arm? When did you get hurt? You don't want your hand anymore?"

She was also a doctor. He had glass shards in his arm. He probably was injured yesterday, but he dragged it out and only went to handle it last night. Wasn't he afraid of getting an infection?

His hands were the ones that were holding surgical knives, and could not have any problems.

"I didn't think too much of it yesterday…" The man answered vaguely, and continued, "When I felt that you seemed to not want me anymore, you didn't want our son anymore. If that was the case, why would I still want my hand? These past few years, I 've gone to many operating theatres, and saved numerous patients, but yesterday, I was selfish for once. If I could not even save myself, what do I have in me to be saving others?"

Jian Han placed her small face on his handsome back as she nudged him. She was clear about what kind of person he was inside her heart. These few years, he spent much effort in pharmaceutical research, and he was proficient in his medical skills. He had good character, and he had a heart that was both benevolent and humble; saving others was the responsibility on his shoulders.

The man's hand impacted so many people on earth.

But yesterday, he gave up on his own responsibilities. He did not want anything at all. He was all alone as he felt extremely depressed and in large amounts of pain. He did not find any hope on earth. Otherwise, he would not behave like that at all.

"Hubby, didn't you fly to England yesterday? How come you didn't go? If you don't go, is it okay to do that?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Zhou Dayuan shook his head.

It really was fine. The worst case was that his name was slightly tarnished.

The next time he saw those elders, he had to look at their bad expression on their faces.

The water was about to boil, and Zhou Dayuan took a few steps and coaxed her gently. "Wifey, let go. I will go get the noodles."

The woman did not move. The small hands that she used to hug his waist were even tighter than before.

Zhou Dayuan lifted his eyebrows up. He was already in a good mood and liked her being close to him. He turned around and used his right hand to cup her small, palm-sized face in his hand as he said, "What's wrong, are you pitying your husband?"

"Yeah." Jian Han nodded her head forcefully as she took the white shirt in her hand and raised it up. "Change your shirt."

He was dressed in a blood stained shirt. The opening of the sleeve was already cut open by him, and he looked like a disheveled royal at the moment.

"Okay, I will listen to Wifey." Zhou Dayuan took the white shirt in her hands.

But he did not take it, because the woman withdrew her small hand.

Zhou Dayuan's eyes lit up, and there was a smile on the corners of his lips as he looked at her with happiness in his eyes.

Jian Han's almond shaped face had a shy look. In his gaze, she went on her tiptoes slowly and lifted her hand to undo the buttons on his shirt. One button, and another one…

As she removed his dirtied shirt. Jian Han did not know where to place her gaze. He was always the type to look slim when he was dressed, but when he removed his shirt, he was muscular. His warm exterior also hid a sculpted masculine body. He had a slim waist, and exquisite six pack abs.

Jian Han shyly drooped her head down and looked at the floor.

At this moment, two large hands came under her armpits. She took a step forward, and she perched on his chest. He was against the glass counter. He softly asked, "You were taking the initiative. Why are you dampened now? Wifey, don't you miss me?"

Jian Han's soft fingers touched his muscles on his chest. It was hard and firm. Her small hand climbed stealthily onto his broad shoulders, and she took the initiative to kiss him.

Zhou Dayuan used his right hand to pin her soft waist, and he used his left hand to go behind his back to turn off the fire. He had a frown on his face as she kissed him for a moment. He went to suck her lips, and as he sucked for a moment, he felt that it was not enough. He panted as he kissed her tender neck. "Wifey, I want to take a shower."

"Huh?" She wanted to retreat a little.

The next second, the many picked her up. "Let's shower together."

These three words made Jian Han's face turn red immediately. She took a small fist to hit him for a moment, but she was unable to do so. The man was laughing above her head, and she shyly used both of her small hands to cover her own face. She secretly buried her head into his embrace.

In the hospital

Yue Wanqing stood at the side of the bed. She took a towel to wipe grandma's hands and face, and she accompanied her to chat for a bit.

It was already the fourth day, and grandma had yet to wake up.

Yue Wanqing let out a sigh beside the bed. At this moment, the door of the hospital ward opened up, and Zhou Heng walked in.

Yue Wanqing saw him and stood up quickly. She greeted him politely. "Old Master Zhou."

Zhou Heng nodded his head, and he had a benevolent expression on his face as he softly said, "You are here again? These past few days, you have been accompanying her in the hospital. You still stay up at night. I have seen everything that you have done. A few days ago, it was us who misunderstood you. I hope that you won't take it to heart. My son and daughter-in-law are a bit rash in their temper."

Yue Wanqing shook her head, smiled, and said, "I have long forgotten about those trivial matters."

"Okay." Zhou Heng looked at Grandma who was lying on the bed and emotionally said, "I have been married to Xiao Hui for almost 50 years now. As if in the blink of an eye, we are all old now. My memory is fixed to a time long ago. At that time, our Dou Dou was only six years old. She stood in a sea of dandelions and was running around happily in the sunshine."

Yue Wanqing let out a smile as she said, "At that time, the thing that she was chasing after was not dandelions, but she was chasing after the happy times that were slipping through her fingers."