My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Lu Shaoming stopped, put his big hands on both sides of her, and looked at her confused little face. “What’s wrong?”

He gave her a peck on the lips.

Ning Qing shrank into his arms with two red blossoms on her fair face. “I’m sleepy and want to sleep,” she said softly and coquettishly.

Lu Shaoming bent over and kissed her eyes. She was exhausted. She had gone to Miao Jiang with a troubled heart and had also gone through a lot of matter with Tang Xueli. Now, she just wanted to sleep.

Lu Shaoming rubbed his head among her beautiful hair, turned over, and held her in his arms. He covered her with the blankets. “Alright, let’s sleep, Wifey, good night.”

…

Zhou Dayuan and Jian Han took off their white coats and left the operating room.

When they got outside, they were told that the room arrangements had been changed and they would stay together.

Jian Han was stunned and her eyes shifted uncomfortably. What was the relationship between them? How could they stay together?

At this time, her little hand was held by Zhou Dayuan, the man’s voice was very soft as he asked, “What are you spacing off for? It’s already 3 a.m! Go back to bed.”

Jian Han didn’t want to. She looked up at the man. The man had bloodshot eyes and his gaze was filled with fatigue. The operations have continued one after another. Even a body of steel would not be able to cope with them.

The words that Jian Han wanted to say immediately died in her throat. She lowered her eyes and let him lead her into the room.

…

When Jian Han entered the room, she was mostly embarrassed. She had stayed overnight in his apartment before, but it was the first time they had ever stayed together like this.

Compared with her constraints, Zhou Dayuan was calmer. He took some documents in his hand and sat down around the table. He did not look up. He said to her, “You go and shower and go to bed earlier. I have some documents in my hand to sort out. I’ll sleep later.”

Jian Han looked at the figure of the man in the light. He sat up straight. The man had a naturally strong waist. He held a pen in his long, fair fingers. The scribbling sounds of the pen brought out a gentle and enticing charm.

Jian Han’s gaze was so gentle, water could ooze out of them. She went into the bathroom.

After taking a quick bath, Jian Han came out. At that time, she felt embarrassed. She was away from home and hadn’t brought her pajamas. Today’s clothes had gone through the Han Palace saga. They smelled so dusty and full of sweat, and she couldn’t wear them to sleep.

There was a bath towel in the bathroom. If she were sleeping with Ning Qing, she could just wrap the towel around herself, but she was sleeping with him and was afraid that the towel would unravel and cause mutual embarrassment.

After thinking about it, she opened the bathroom door to a crack and called him. “Dayuan.”

Zhou Dayuan heard her voice and looked up. From his angle, only a beautiful pair of apricot eyes and a fair face could be seen. She bit her lower lip and did not speak but only looked at him.

How could Zhou Dayuan understand her? He got up and came to the door. Through the narrow crack of the door, he saw her clavicles. They were delicate, fair, and very eye-catching.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Jian Han blushed as she said, “No pajamas.”

Zhou Dayuan gave a warm laugh, lifted his feet, and left. When he returned, he had a white man’s shirt in his hand. “It’s mine. Just wear it for the time being.”

“Thank you.” Jian Han opened the door a little and reached for it.

Her little hand held a corner of the shirt. She tried to pull it in but could not pull it. The man held the other corner between his two fingers and refused to let her take it.

Jian Han froze. She raised her apricot eyes and stared at him. There was something charming in her tone. “What are you doing?”

Zhou Dayuan looked at her small face, and the corners of his mouth curved. “Aren’t you comfortable around me yet?”

Was she uncomfortable staying with him?

Jian Han’s face turned red. He knew about it.

He had seen all her shyness, awkwardness, and embarrassment.

She did not know how to answer. Her little hand pulled hard, and the shirt fell into her hands. She dared not look at him. She slammed the bathroom door shut.

The man’s laughter could be heard clearly outside. Jian Han stood in front of the basin and looked at herself in the mirror. The woman’s face was flushed, and she was smiling.

She felt more comfortable.

With him, he would pay attention to her every mood.

Jian Han held his shirt in two small hands, lowered her head, buried the tip of her nose in the shirt, and sniffed his shirt. The man’s refreshing and disinfectant smell lingered. It smelled good and clean.

She put on the shirt.

…

When Zhou Dayuan sat back in his chair, the bathroom door opened, and Jian Han walked out.

The woman was tall and slim, with a height over 1.7 meters. The white shirt she wore gave her an office-lady look. The shirt covered her buttocks. Her two jade legs were very eye-catching. They were long and straight, like a supermodel’s.

Zhou Dayuan looked at her several times and did not move his gaze.

Jian Han saw that he was still sitting, and the heartache in her eyes overflowed. “Do you still need to sort out the documents? Take a bath and go to bed first, then sort it out tomorrow?”

Zhou Dayuan took back his gaze and looked down at the documents at hand. “You go to bed first. I’ll sort it out for a while more.”

Jian Han walked over and stood beside him. The document was regarding an operation. A child’s index finger had been completely sliced off by a blade. The operation would help the child to sew it back seamlessly without using threads. It was a very difficult operation, and a little carelessness would result in a disability.

“Why do we need threadless sutures in the beginning? We can use threads first, wait for the patient’s index finger to reattach itself, then remove the sutures. This will reduce the difficulty by a lot,” Jian Han said softly.

Hearing her speak, Zhou Dayuan raised his head. The woman’s beautiful hair had been toweled dry, but there was still wet moisture on it. Her beautiful hair lay disorderly on her shoulder, giving her a gentle look.

Zhou Dayuan’s gaze turned soft. At this time, it was like going back to the past. When they had lived together, she would argue with him about some medical matters.

He was fascinated with this Jian Han.

Perhaps the reason why he had been thinking about her for 12 years was not only did they love each other, but they also had medical resonance, along with physical and spiritual harmony.

“If we use threads at the beginning, then the subsequent removal of the threads will be much more difficult and complicated than a threadless surgery.” Zhou Dayuan reached out and hooked a strand of beautiful hair on her cheek behind her ear as he spoke, so that she would not get cold. “Jian Han, you don’t need to care about this. This is not your area of expertise. Go to bed, quickly.”

Jian Han was unhappy when she heard him, he had replied to her with a couple of simple sentences and was unwilling to talk to her in detail. Wasn’t he just looking down on her?

A psychiatrist meddling with clinical medicine.

She knew how proud the man was.

She looked back at him and saw his image. The dim light had cut the edges and corners of his warm face into distinct, handsome, and unusual shapes. Even the lines on his jaw were sharp and seamless.

He sat upright, his legs crossed in front of him. He wouldn’t prop his legs up, nor would he shake his legs. There was an elegance in his gentleness, but his temperament was cold, and his aloof gaze was enticing.

He always looked so gentle. Even if he was tired, even if he had a man’s temper, he could restrain himself.

There were several kinds of men, men who were as powerful as Lu Shaoming, and Zhou Yao, who was strong and had an ironclad temperament, but seldom would there be a man as talented as him.

There were too few talented men in this world.

No wonder those little girls liked him.

She hadn’t seen him flirt with them, but they had fallen in love with him.

Jian Han’s face was red, and her apricot eyes flashed across his face. “Then I’ll go… make you a cup of tea.”

He must be sleepy too. She’ll make him a cup of tea to wake him up.

Zhou Dayuan’s eyes sparkled as if adorned with small diamonds. He smiled softly. His voice was low, like the sound of a cello at night. He said, “Thanks for your hard work.”

Jian Han answered in her heart, it’s not hard.

She turned quickly and went to the table next to her to make tea. Her heart was full of sweetness. What was the proper respect and concern between husband and wife? It was probably how they were treating each other.

…

Zhou Dayuan was suddenly not in the mood to read the documents. He looked sideways at the woman. The woman was a few steps away from him. The table was low, and she was tall, so she had to bend when making tea.

He didn’t peek on purpose. Of course, since he had seen it, so be it. He didn’t have to explain.

Since she had come out of the bathroom and walked around him with a light fragrance, he could not concentrate.

When she bent down, the broad white shirt would become shorter. She wore small, white, floral underwear underneath. It was simple but emanated a woman’s sexiness.

Like her temperament.

At this time, Jian Han had made the tea and came over. She softly explained, “The living conditions here are simple: I just made the tea casually. You make do it with it.”

Zhou Dayuan’s long, slim, and gentle figure went back in his chair. He stared at the woman with bright eyes. He did not speak.

Jian Han paused. “What’s wrong?”

Zhou Dayuan pressed his lips together and opened his mouth. His voice was a little hoarse. “I don’t want to drink now. I want to eat.”

“Want to eat? Are you hungry? I’ll go out and see if there’s anything to eat.” Jian Han turned and walked towards the door.

But then her slender wrist was caught, and as she was unbalanced. She fell on his lap after he tugged her.

The man was laughing, teasing her leisurely. “…You.”

Jian Han’s blood was ignited, and her two little hands touched his chest. Only then did she understand what he was saying.

She struggled with both her hands and feet and wanted to escape from his grasp, but it was useless. The man held onto her slender arm with a big hand, and his other hand clasped her slender waist. A man as gentle as him was full of strength as well. She could not break away.

She could not help but feel a little frustrated. “Zhou Dayuan, let go. When did you learn… bad things too?”

Zhou Dayuan looked at her beautiful face and went forward to kiss her lips. She avoided it. He could not kiss her, but he gladly kissed her snow-white neck. “I didn’t understand before…”

“What?”

“Women all love bad boys.” He bit her gently on the ear.

Jian Han: “…”

She hit him hard several times with her small fists. He smiled and held her small almond face in his big hand, not allowing her to refuse as he kissed her deeply.

Jian Han’s body was weak and her mind was struggling, but her movements preceded her thoughts. She trembled, reached out, took off his glasses, and then closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around his neck in response.

The two of them were kissing, not intensely, but definitely the most lingering kiss, like a couple of entwined swans.

(note of editor: I replaced mandarin ducks with swans as I felt that readers might not know what mandarin ducks are, but I’m not sure so if mandarin ducks are well known among the readers then could you help to change it back? Thanks!)

Then, a knock on the door sounded, “Doctor Zhou.” It was the little girl from Miao Jiang.

Jian Han regained her senses and pushed him away by placing her hands on his shoulders. They were both doctors. They were holy and free from desires. If someone were to see them still awake at three or four in the morning, and how she was in his arms, how could she maintain her reputation?

“Someone’s here.”

“So be it then. Are you expecting me to open the door then? Opening the door at this timing would only lead to unspeakable things.”

He had said those two words so lightly, and peacefully. Jian Han’s ears were numb from his voice as if an electric current was flowing through her ears. She had never dared to imagine that he would be so mature and indecent before.

“Zhou Dayuan…” She called him.