My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Yin Shuiling was lying on the bed. She had a whole ton of things to talk about to Yin Muchen, but she was too shy to talk about them.

 She thought that her older brother would ask her if she had eaten and if she had been good. When the atmosphere was livelier, she would speak about it gradually. But she didn’t expect that her older brother would say “yes” directly, so the atmosphere became awkward.

 What should she say?

 Her pearly white teeth bit her delicate pink lips. In a tiny voice, she stuttered, “Older Brother, I…don’t need…that teacher… ”

 “Which teacher?” The voice on that end was obviously enthused.

 Yin Shuiling gripped the sheet tightly with her fair and dainty little hands. “That teacher that you got for me over the weekends to teach me extracurricular knowledge… I think she is so strange… ”

 “Well, how is she strange?” The man’s voice was low, mellow, and magnetic. It was very pleasant. He seemed to be very serious.

 …

 Friday night

Yin Shuiling went back to the apartment. She placed her bag in the room, then took some paper and a pen to the living room to draw.

 At this time, the helper in the kitchen came out. “Miss Yin, dinner is ready. Something happened at my house tonight. I have to go home early. Mr. Yin will come back later. Stay home and don’t run around.”

 Yin Shuiling sat on the soft, clean carpet, drawing on the tea table with a pencil in her right hand. Hearing the words, she raised her head and nodded, “Ok, Auntie. Safe journey. Bye-bye.”

 The helper looked at Yin Shuiling’s beautiful, delicate face and thought to herself — Who wouldn’t like this little girl? So sweet and obedient. The more she looked at her, the more she liked her.

 The helper smiled and went out.

 Yin Shuiling was drawing with her head down. She wanted to draw a landscape picture of blue skies and white clouds, but the pencil fell and the outline of a person emerged.

 She was stunned for a few seconds and thought of the conversation with Qingqing on Monday night. She felt her entire face going hot.

 Mmmm, what’s happened to her?

 Why was her mind full of… Older Brother?

 She bit her lower lip with her dainty pearly white teeth.

 Snap.

 At this time, the entire apartment went dark due to a power failure.

 Yin Shuiling has been afraid of the dark since she was a child. She shot up from the carpet with the pen and paper in her hand. She stepped back in fright.

 Her eyes were still unable to adapt to the sudden darkness. She retreated to the corner of the wall. All she felt with her small hands were gauze curtains — expensive Jiangnan embroidery.

There was a slight noise, and the apartment door opened.

 Yin Shuiling looked up and saw a sliver of light through the opened apartment door. The tall, straight figure stood against the light.

 Yin Shuiling immediately smiled. “Older Brother, are you back?”

 The man at the door didn’t make a sound. The door of the apartment was closed again.

 Yin Shuiling stood at the same place. She watched the tall figure walk to the sofa in the living room. He raised his hand to take off his suit. She heard the familiar sound of him taking his suit off and throwing it on the sofa.

 He came over.

 When he approached, Yin Shuiling could smell the wine on him. She furrowed her eyebrows and asked, “Older Brother, did you drink? There was a sudden blackout at home…Ah!”

 Yin Shuiling cried out in fear because a strong arm was on her soft little waist. As soon as the man used his strength, she was carried into his arms.

 His movements were not gentle at all. Yin Shuiling felt pain when she bumped into his chest. The man’s body was tough, with tight, strong muscles — a young and strong figure, with somewhat impatient actions.

 Yin Shuiling put out two small hands against his chest. “Older Brother, what are you doing? Let go! Mmph, I can’t breathe because of you. ”

 That tight embrace on her loosened a little bit. The handsome cheek of the man pasted on her small pink face as he rubbed against her in infatuation. His mountain-like nose was buried in her hair. His voice was low and hoarse as he asked, “Have you taken a bath? Why are you so fragrant? ”

 “No, I didn’t. I just got out of school…” Hearing him speak, the fear in Yin Shuiling’s heart disappeared. She gave up struggling and obediently allowed him to hug her. In a soft voice, she asked, “Older Brother, are you drunk?”

 The man replied carelessly, “Mmm…probably, maybe.”

 “Brother, Auntie has gone home. Shall I go to the kitchen and cook you a bowl of hangover soup?”

 “You know how to?”

 She was a rich young lady who didn’t normally do chores.

 Yin Shuiling didn’t speak. She knew. A month ago, she had reported to a culinary school. She was now working hard to learn cooking skills. But she hadn’t finished learning yet. She wouldn’t tell her older brother now. When she had finished learning, she would give him a surprise.

 Those thoughts were running through her mind, when suddenly, she felt something soft and cool on her right cheek. Yin Muchen was kissing her.