My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

She had known that this day would come. He was a piece of gold and jade. A man like him was young, handsome, courageous, and dares to play. Any women with good taste would love him.

She was not jealous.

With his wealthy status today, she could only stand in the corner and look at him from afar. Professor Sparking's only daughter, and those 18, 19-year-old young ladies, they were all better than her.

But he might recall her kindness back then. She was satisfied with him coming back once every couple of months.

An Meng Wen soflty said, "Don't be angry Muchen. The little girl will get better once you coax her… If Sister Shuiling cries only when she hears my voice, there's no way out. You won't lack women around you, and you'll have to have a family in the future as well. Is Sister Shuiling going to cry all the time?"

Yin Muchen's face was hidden in a cloud of smoke. His expression was hard to see. After smoking his last cigarette, he snuffed the cigarette butt out in the ashtray.

He pulled his leg back and got up.

An Meng Wen knelt on the carpet and looked at the man. He went to the landing window. His slender fingers took off his pajamas. Then he picked up the clothes his secretary had just sent him and put them on slowly and orderly.

First, he wore his pants. His legs were too long. His pants became a tapered and cut off pants, showing his thin white ankles. He then put on an expensive black belt, and finally a clean, casual white shirt. He didn't tuck it into his pants. His shirt hung out.

An Meng Wen looked at his side face. The city's neon lights outside the window projected on his handsome face. Those eyebrows, mouth, and nose, were all exquisite.

Today, Yin Muchen had succeeded in dressing as a young and handsome 25-year-old man.

Yin Muchen turned over his sleeves, then his waist and abdomen felt tight. An Meng Wen had hugged him from behind. "Muchen, tonight, can you stay?"

He never stayed over.

Yin Muchen did not pause in his actions after he had turned his sleeves. He stuffed his left hand in his trousers pocket and turned around. His right hand pinched An Meng Wen's small jaw with just enough strength. He smiled gently, raised his brows as some devilish light shone in his beautiful eyes, and asked "Why, is it not enough?"

An Meng Wen's face was red. How many faces does this man have? He was not a bed pillow for those successive rich socialites, but because of the nature of a man, he would still look at a lady with a very good face and figure, and his gentleman's appearance incisively and vividly brings out the bad in the man.

Which woman could escape his gaze?

Not to mention women like her, who had had something with him.

She knew the strong impulse under his exquisite and handsome body. He wasn't very gentle. Instead, he was so vicious it seemed as if he could kill.

An Meng Wen's entire body was weak. Both of her slender arms crept onto his shoulders. "Muchen…" She closed her eyes and wanted to kiss him.

But she couldn't kiss him. His big hand that squeezed her jaw pushed her away.

She was disappointed, but not too disappointed. She was used to it. He never kissed anyone.

In a woman's heart, kissing must be more important than doing things.

Men probably thought the same way.

So he had women but never belonged to any woman.

An Meng Wen looked sideways. The man pulled out his long legs and walked to the bed. With his right hand, he picked up his dark blue baseball jacket and went to the door.

He was leaving.

An Meng Wen tugged at the corner of her mouth and jokingly said, "Muchen, are you going to coax Sister Shuiling? You refuse to accompany me for a night when I asked you, but you are so good to Sister Shuiling."

So good to her that she was jealous.

The man who had walked to the door barely looked back. He looked at her with a deep, amused gaze and with a casual tone, said, "Can you compare with her?"

He went out.

An Meng Wen looked at the closed door. She laughed. She knew it was impossible to compare herself to Shuiling.

…

At 9 o'clock in the United States, it was still brightly lit. There were groups of passers-by on the street and couples hugging and embracing, ready to go to the hotel.

Yin Muchen was walking along the road. His left hand was in his pocket, and his baseball jacket was sandwiched between his pocket and strong wrist. He held his cell phone in his right hand. He called again and again.

At that time, there were two blonde women dressed sexily on the road. They could see at a glance Yin Muchen who was walking on the road. The man was tall and strong, and the soft bangs on his forehead were curled, covering one of his dark and beautiful eyes. Under his tapered trousers were a pair of white leather shoes. His simple and fashionable clothes, coupled with the beautiful proportion of his figure, made him very eye-catching.

The blondes took a look, whispered, and looked excited.

Yin Muchen noticed their gazes and shot them a look from across the street. How could he not understand the admiration of women? He slowly drew up his thin, sexy lips devilishly, and he raised his sharp brows and whistled at them.

The blonde girls' eyes brightened. They hadn't expected him to be so frivolous. The gazes of adults were understandable at once. The two women walked forward immediately, ready to cross the street in high heels and walk to his side.

Who would have expected that a bus was speeding by then? The bus sprayed the blonde women with water. They could not escape in time, and with a scream, were completely showered with the water.

The blonde girls looked up at Yin Muchen as they tidied up their dresses. They saw the man keep his smile, and his deep, indifferent eyes glanced down at them.

The blondes' faces blushed. They felt as if they had been slapped in the face.

The women cursed under their breaths.

"Sorry, the user you have dialed is unavailable." There was no impatience on his face. His slender fingertips pressed down over and over again and vowed to get the call through.

After god knows how many roads he had walked, the call was answered at the other end.

Yin Muchen stopped in his tracks and saw a big Christmas tree with colorful lights hanging on it. He looked at the lights and his handsome eyes were filled with tenderness like water. He called her softly. "Shuiling…"

The person at the other end did not speak. Only choked weeping sounded.

Silly girl; how long had she cried for?

His heart ached so much, but he only laughed. He said, "Shuiling, Older Brother will hang up if you don't talk."

"Waaah…" a loud wail sounded on the other side, as a soft, sweet voice stuttered out, "Bad…Older Brother… Wuu…"

Yin Muchen frowned. How long would she continue to fight with him if he was not bad?

His hardened heart felt as if soft feathers were brushing on it one after another, and his heart rippled like that. In these six years, her voice had not changed at all. As tender as a lamb. When she cried, she scolded him in a fragile voice as if water were going to ooze out.

He knew that she had refused to make friends all these years. The comic book she had locked in the drawer of her room was filled with him. She doesn't go out to play. When she was on the swing on the lawn, her tender, beautiful neck lifted while chasing the sun. She loved to daydream. Who was she missing?

His memory went back to two years ago when he had earned a lot from speculating stocks, which helped him stand firm in the financial industry. He had gone back to see her.

She hadn't talked to him the whole time, and she dared not look up with her little head hanging low, but when she saw him leaving, she ran down the stairs with a pale, frightened face.

When he stood by the car and looked back, he saw a crystal shoe left in the living room, and the white skirt half-hidden in the door.

She was crying secretly.

"Shuiling, be good. Don't cry, alright? Is there anything you want to tell Older Brother? I'm listening."

Yin Shuiling's soft little body was hidden under the blankets, including her small head. Her crying eyes and nose were red. She choked and said, "Wuu. They say that…Older Brother doesn't remember Shuiling. Older Brother doesn't want Shuiling anymore. You won't come back from America. You and a lot of beautiful…sisters are all playing together… Wuu.

"Older Brother, you've been abroad for a long time, and I can't remember what you look like. Wuu, Older Brother, I'm very obedient every day. You asked me to wait for you to come back obediently. I've been very obedient, but…you're not coming back. Older Brother, I miss you very much…but, you don't miss me… Wuu…"

When Yin Muchen heard the girl's complaints, he melted. He closed his eyes and barely had the strength to hold his cell phone in his right hand.

He still laughed nonetheless. His mellow voice became softer and softer, and time seemed to return that night six years ago, where he had whispered in her ear.

"Shuiling, Older Brother remembers that next year you will go to high school. After leaving the girls' school, you will meet a lot of new…boys. Shall Older Brother go back then?"

Yin Shuiling stopped crying all of a sudden. She wiped her tears with her little hands. She was still gasping for breath as she asked in her stunned, hoarse little voice, "Older Brother, are you serious? You're coming back next year?"

"Yes, when I go back next year, Older Brother will be with you all the time and never be separated." Yin Muchen's eyes shone like stars in the sky.

Yin Shuiling poked her head out of the blankets, and her pearly white teeth bit her delicate lower lip. She wanted to laugh, but still, a big fat tear rolled down. "Older Brother, don't lie me this time, ok?"

"Alright, I won't lie to you. Next year, I'll make an appointment with you. Also…" Yin Muchen opened his eyes as the April spring breeze touched his handsome face. He laughed gently. "Shuiling, Older Brother misses you. "

…

Yin Shuiling became happy. She still liked to play on the swing. This time, she would not be daydreaming. Her beautiful neck arched up as she chased the sun. She would laugh.

She still doesn't make friends in school, but she had several family friends to play with her. Ning Qing, Mu Yunfan and Xu Junxi.

She hadn't said a single word to the two boys. She liked Ning Qing and would play with her.

Her parents were still quarreling. She would no longer care about them. She did not tell anyone about Older Brother's return to the country. This was an agreement between her older brother and her.

She spent every night in bed turning over her calendar. She waited for her high school entrance examination and counted down to the days when her brother would return home.

Her academic performance was still very good. She had already won prizes at the provincial level in painting and dancing. Wherever she appears, there would be many private cars. The boys in the private cars would try to peek at her, to see her dazzlingly beautiful appearance.

In the seventh year, she passed the high school entrance exam and was admitted to the first-class high school as she wished.

On this day, her older brother came back without warning.

When she entered the villa, she saw her father and mother commanding the servant. "Quickly, go prepare dinner. Young Master is coming back today. All of you better be alert."

She listened, shocked in place, "Mom and Dad, Older Brother is coming back today? Where is he now?"

Shi Xiaoqing laughed and said, "Muchen should be getting off the plane now. He… Hey, Shuiling!"

Yin Shuiling did not finish listening. She turned around and ran.

"Housekeeper, send the driver to catch up with her."