One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

"Good; I'm lacking in a spendthrift woman."

The corners of his lips curled into a smirk as he wore a conceited yet overbearing look on his face with a hint of indulgence.

Men!

He fought to conquer the vast Mu empire, all for the sake of letting his woman and children lead a blissful yet prosperous life one day!

Besides that, there was no meaning in him holding all this power and influence!

The woman was almost convinced by those overbearing words of his.

She had only heard of men saying, 'I need a thrifty woman.'

Never had she heard of any man daring to declare, 'I'm lacking of a spendthrift woman!'

Naturally, he had the confidence and wealth to back his words!

Still, she could not resist dampening his spirits; with a grin, she quipped, "Hmph. Well, I'm not fully convinced by your words."

He was perplexed. "Why?"

She solemnly answered, "You're only a real man if you say these words just before Singles' Day."

"…"

This stupid woman!

He drilled her with his penetrating gaze, in which she arched a brow in provocation. "What? Did I hit the bull's-eye?"

"I dare repeat those words at any given time."

Extremely fond of her mischievous look, he could not resist pinching her cheek as his eyes formed crescents. "Squander away my fortune if you are capable, then."

He did not believe she could spend more than what he earned!

With a laugh, she mischievously snuggled closer to him and hooked her arms through his. "Tuhao, if you're so rich, do you lack a leg accessory?"

"Nope."

Her smiling face eased a bit as she pretended to feel aggrieved, glaring at the man.

He unexpectedly drew close to her, and as he gazed right into her eyes, he enunciated in a teasing tone, "I have an empty spot in my heart; do you want to come in?"

His voice sounded so charmingly wicked, and with his warm breath fanning her face, that sweet saying caused her heart to race in excitement.

He rarely whispered sweet nothings to her, but when he occasionally did, she could not help succumbing to him.

Her face instantly turned beet-red and incredibly hot.

It seemed that she was a person who easily got shy. Even though she did not express it out, the faint rosy tinge on her cheeks silently betrayed her feelings.

She had fair porcelain skin; hence, the blush on her face could not hide her feelings of helplessness and shyness at all.

A sudden thought hit her. She looked up quizzically at him. "Hey, I have a question for you; what's with your abrupt decision of bringing me here at the Civil Affairs Bureau to register our marriage?"

"'Hey'?"

From his cocked brow, it was obvious that he was dissatisfied with her choice of word.

"Wifey, pay attention to what you say. What should you be calling me?"

A blush once more crept into her face…

She had yet to adjust fully to it!

Her forehead creased. Under his penetrating stare, she shyly squeaked, "H-Hubby…"

Only then did he ease his brow in satisfaction. Apparently, this term of endearment sounded more pleasing to the ear.

"Say it again."

"Umph…" Like a child learning how to talk, she dipped her head slightly and, under his patient guidance, practiced calling him that. "Hubby…"

"Your voice is too soft."

"Hubby!"

"A little gentler."

She cleared her throat and then softly purred, "Hubby~"

As soon as her voice dropped, she noticed the darkening of his eyes.