My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Yin Shuiling felt the tip of her nose go sour, but there were no more tears in her eyes anymore. If he wanted to insult her, then she would have to congratulate him now. He had already achieved his goals.

She gave up trying to struggle. "What do you plan to do exactly? Your fiancée is still outside," she asked softly and weakly.

The man behind her laughed. He stretched his right hand out to pull the zipper of his pants up as he said, "Do you mean Xiao Yao? Its fine; she is the daughter of a wealthy family. She knows how to turn a blind eye to certain matters. Shuiling, don't get married yet, okay? Do you think it is possible for me to allow you to get married? Don't harm others. Just spent the rest of your life like this. You can spend your days quietly like this, and let me support you."

Yin Shuiling wanted to laugh, She laughed out loud. With his position that he had today, his casual and nonchalant attitude when he said, "Don't harm others already," was already able to threaten her to an extreme.

He would support her?

Was she a mistress?

"Yin Muchen, why can't you just let go of me? Why do you have to do this to me?"

"What did I do to you? Didn't I treat you well? Actually, I can give you better stuff, but you didn't want it; you were not interested in it."

She did not want it? She was not interested? So even he himself did not know what to do with her?

His large palm was supporting her waist. He messily wanted to approach and bully her, but he suddenly realized that the woman below him had stopped moving. He opened his dark eyes and saw that there was a small knife in her hand. At this moment, she was taking the blade to her supple, tender neck.

Yin Muchen's irises contracted, and he let go of her.

Yin Shuiling was able to escape. She stood up straight and faced him. The long train of her skirt fell onto the floor as it covered all of her beauty. She put her guard up as she leaned back onto the wall for support while she looked at him coldly. "I will not get married, but as long as I am still alive, don't ever think of touching me again. Get lost!"

Yin Muchen looked at her for a few seconds. There was a chill in his clear, dark eyes. He suddenly laughed softly. He lay back on the wall lazily, while he adjusted his belt.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket. He lit the cigarette with his lighter, then he placed his left hand into the pocket and had a frown on his face as he took a breath of smoke. He lifted his head to spit it out slowly. He did not look at her while he casually said, "It seems like I am still treating you too well."

He turned around and walked away.

Yin Shuiling looked at him slowly disappear from her sight, and he disappeared around the bend. The strength in her entire body was used up. Her legs softened, and she held the wall as she stooped down slowly. She buried her small face into her knees.

She did not know why this man, Yin Muchen, was in her life?

…

Zhou Yao truly felt bored. He did not like to attend these meetings of people that belonged in the upper class society. Everyone was dressed in their best attire, chatting and laughing with one another. No matter how he looked at it, it was so superficial and fake.

He would be better off running a few thousand meters in the base. He would feel more refreshed after sweating it all out.

The most irritating thing was, no matter where he went, he would attract everyone's gazes. The girls who participated in this wedding were all daughters of wealthy families. They looked at him while they had a glow in their eyes, but they were educated well. They would not run over to him to bother him, but looking at their desperate gazes, they were trying to flirt with him.

If he were a normal man, he would be dazed in this array of attractive women. But he rejected anyone, no matter how they tried. It did not work with him. He allowed them to express their emotions. He was just like a wooden stick. They failed to electrocute him, and it was a waste of their effort.

Zhou Yao placed both of his hands in his pockets. The man who was 6 ft 3 inches tall had an extremely good physique. The soft white shirt that he was wearing seemed like it was going to burst open in the next second, exposing his sculpted and toned muscles. Other men looked refined and pure when they were dressed in white shirts, but he was another case. He looked rogue and lazy without a care. He looked way too wild.

Zhou Yao walked on, feeling bored. At this moment, a familiar figure approached him.

He had a look. His thin lips were half curled up sexily. He thought inside his heart, it was really such a coincidence, enemies were bound to meet everywhere. Leng Zhiyuan.

When he had a good look of her, his nonchalant smile also froze for a moment. He did not think that female devi, would ever dress in such clothing.

Leng Zhiyuan was dressed in a cheongsam. It was green with large pink peony flowers. It was a more outstanding colour in this sea of girls. The retro buttons were on her elegant, tender neck. The exquisite flowy-silk cloth wrapped around her attractive figure. The woman was tall, and the cheongsam ended above her kneecaps. As she walked, her beautiful straight white legs were way too eye catching.

Leng Zhiyuan's figure was the top among all the women. Ning Qing was more of the tiny type. Jian Han was more frail and weak. They were not like her… Women. A true woman's figure was just like hers. She had an arc on her chest. She had a perky and toned butt. Her waist was extremely slim, and it almost seemed invisible. As she wore the cheongsam, she was the clear winner here.

It was only that this winner was extremely unhappy with what she was dressed in. Leng Zhiyuan was in a horrible mood.

She did not know why her beloved father and older brother insisted that she wear this. It was tight and strappy, and it made her extremely uncomfortable. The most important thing was, she had a pair of high heeled shoes on her feet. She had never worn such a thing in her entire life> She stumbled and wobbled as she took every step.

On her journey, there were many men who stared at her. She was already in a bad mood. She hated that she could not remove her high heels to hit them forcefully. She wanted to dig her eyeballs out if they continued to look!

Leng Zhiyuan took another two steps. She lifted her head as she saw the man standing in front of her — Zhou Yao.

Zhou Yao had both of his hands in his pockets. He scanned her from head to toe. He had a smile on his face. He was not admiring her, but he was probably just watching her turn into a joke.

As if he was in a good mood as he looked at her embarrassing appearance right now.

Leng Zhiyuan's anger that she controlled for an entire day erupted at that moment. She glared at Zhou Yao coldly. "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beautiful woman before? Dirty pervert!"

She turned her body sideways, and she distanced herself away from him.

At this moment, the sound of Zhou Yao's teasing rang out in her ears. "I have seen many beautiful women before, but I really have yet to see one who looks like you. Ay, Miss Leng, did you hear the idiom? An ugly woman trying to imitate a famous beauty by knitting her brows."

An ugly woman trying to imitate a famous beauty by knitting her brows?

Leng Zhiyuan was lit on fire immediately. She turned her head to fiercely look over. "You are looking for death!"

She took quick steps as she dashed towards him. She kicked him in the middle of his handsome body.

Zhou Yao turned his body slightly to dodge her. He took out his right hand that he placed inside his pockets. His broad, rough hand pinned her snow white foot that was swung in his direction.

The man was used to holding his gun for many years no. The days that he spent in the base were rough. It was the first time that he held a woman's foot. It was tiny and cute, but it was not enough for him to grab. Her skin was really smooth, and it made his hand slip.

He squinted his eyes and turned his head sideways to have a glance at her. "Miss Leng, do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know? You are kicking me when you are dressed in a cheongsam. You are purposely letting me have a look?"

Leng Zhiyuan did not understand what he was trying to say at first. She saw his eyes go towards her thighs. He looked very bad, rogue, and evil as he said, "Tsk tsk. I couldn't tell that Miss Leng had a girlish heart inside her, with your small cartoon underpants."

"Ah!", Leng Zhiyuan let out a scream, and she noticed that she made a low level mistake. She was dressed in a cheongsam and still lifted her leg to kick him.

"Let go!" She tried hard to take her leg back.

But it was of no use, the man let go of his hand first. Her right leg was on him, because she did not stand steadily with her high heeled shoes, she let out a scream again. "Ah!" Her entire body fell towards the floor.

It was all the fault of the cheongsam and her high heeled shoes!

She thought that she was going to come in contact with the ground, but that did not happen. Her slim waist was pinned by a large hand, and she was held firmly by someone.

She opened her eyes. The man's dark, handsome face was in front of her eyes. He had a smile as he said, "Miss Leng, is it true that you have a crush on me? It is not enough to let me have a look. You are even coming into my embrace now?"

Leng Zhiyuan was angered as she shouted, "Shameless!" She took her right hand out, and wanted to give him a slap.

But she was unable to get her wish. Bang! Her butt fell onto the floor. The man immediately took his hand away. She fell onto the floor in a moment.

It was awkward now, and she was utterly embarrassed. Leng Zhiyuan only heard the sound of laughter ringing out in the air. Everyone in the vicinity looked over.

Because she fell onto the floor, the slit of her cheongsam was a little open. She quickly placed her thighs together to prevent others from looking at her. Her butt was really painful. Ever since she was born, she was the Young Miss of the Leng family. Although she did not have a mother or any friends, her father and older brother spoiled her, and she had never been in such a situation before.

She felt her face became wet. She stretched her hand out to touch her face, it turned out to be tears.

She had a frown on her face; what was this nonsense?

She would not cry.

It was probably because she fell on her butt that she choked up with tears.

She would not worry about those that gathered around to laugh at her. She tried to get up, but she was unable to stand because she sprained her ankle.

Zhou Yao stood tall and mighty beside her. To be honest, he was a little happy when he saw her fall to the floor. This woman was way too arrogant, and he had to make her know her limits.

There was probably no one who would believe that he would be the leader of the Flaming Forces Commando Unit and actually come here and tease a small woman for fun.

Childish!

He lowered his gaze to have a glance at that woman. The woman's hand was small and white, not like the hands of a secret agent. She used both of her small hands to cover her cheongsam, and she tried to stand up.

But she was wearing high heeled shoes. She could not stand up no matter how hard she tried, and she looked a little silly doing so.

Zhou Yao would not admit that he felt guilty. The people beside them were still laughing. He scanned them with his sharp gaze, his meaning was — Are you all too free?

Everyone looked at his gaze, shivered, and ran away in a flash.

Zhou Yao took a step forward and came to face her, then he slowly stretched out his right hand. "Stand up."

He pulled her.

Slap! Leng Zhiyuan smacked his large hand away.

Zhou Yao's face turned dark. "You, woman, don't be ungrateful when I am being kind. I am pulling you up now. Why don't you stand now? If you don't try, I will leave."

"You get lost. Get lost, quick! Get lost, get lost!" Leng Zhiyuan lifted her small head up and growled at him.

It was only then that Zhou Yao saw the tears on her face. He froze right away. It was not that he had not seen a woman crying before, but it was really his first time looking at this woman cry. Her stunning mixed-race eyes were originally beautiful to begin with. They were a blurry grey colour, full of a foreigner's vibe. There were sparkling tears on her exquisite face. Her skin was really white. It was white with a layer of pink, and it was soft as tofu.

He did not think that this female devil that was normally wild would have such a…feminine and weak side to her, and he froze in a moment.

There was still one hand in his pocket. He lifted his head up and instinctively licked his dry lips. After hearing "Get lost" a few times, he did not have a good expression on his face. He was extremely impatient as he said, "Leng Zhiyuan, I will ask you one more time: are you going to stand up or not?"

"I won't, I won't! I don't need you to be here shedding crocodile tears. You are such a rough man!"

Zhou Yao heard her speak. He had a frown on his face, and he turned around to leave.

He had yet to take two steps, and an angry shout that came from in front of him. "Little rascal, who allowed you to bully a girl like this? Let's see if I will not beat you to death!"