My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Jian Han lifted a tender fist and hit him on the shoulder, pushing him hard. “Wuu…” She didn’t speak; she just kept crying.

Zhou Dayuan allowed her to hit him, and he covered her trembling red lips. In a trance, he did not know whether it was his tears or her tears. They mixed with rain and dripped onto the ground.

“Honey, I’m sorry. I had no choice. Can you teach me how to do it? I admit that I had forced you into a corner deliberately and made you sad intentionally, but when you were in pain, my heart ached as well. Honey, forgive me. Can you forgive me?”

Jian Han cried in his arms as he held her tight. She had cried too hard and that had led to her temporary lack of oxygen. She fainted immediately.

…

When she opened her eyes again, she was already in the bedroom. She saw a magnified handsome face in front of her eyes. The man smiled at her and said, “Honey, you’re awake. You were caught in the rain just now. In order not to catch a cold, let’s take a hot bath. I’ll carry you there.”

He lifted the blankets off her and lifted her.

It was already summer now. She didn’t feel too cold after getting caught in the rain. Jian Han looked down at herself in his arms. Her clothes were gone.

At this time, a big clean, warm hand stretched out from behind, covered her small hand, and brought her hand to hold her uncle’s old hand.

Her uncle’s purple lips moved as he spoke.

Jian Han slowly bent down, leaned over, and put her ear to her uncle’s mouth.

Her uncle’s eyes were filled with tears. “Ah Han, these days… I always see… Your parents… They cried in front of me. Saying that I’m… Wrong…”

Her uncle closed his eyes.

Her uncle’s children were crying as the funeral horn sounded outside. Jian Han’s palm felt empty as her uncle’s hand slipped from her palm.

Her shoulders shook as she covered her face tightly with her little hands, tears streaming down her face.

Zhou Dayuan wheeled her out. Just as they were about to get in the car: “Ah Han…” Her aunt in a white cloth called out as she hurried out of the house.

Her aunt came forward and gently embraced the tearful Jian Han. Her aunt was saying, “Good child, you are your parents’ only daughter. They love you. At that time, we did not understand. To be honest, everything’s alright as long as you are happy.”

All parents under the sky feel the same; it would be alright as long as she was happy.

Her aunt released her, and Jian Han was carried into the back seat. The man did not get in the car immediately. Jian Han looked sideways and saw him standing beside the car and talking to her aunt in a low voice.

Jian Han couldn’t hear what they were saying. However, she caught the last sentence. Her aunt said, “Dayuan, her uncle and I shall hand Ah Han over to you. She’s a poor child; treat her well.”

…

The car started again, and Jian Han continued to curl up on the sofa. The tears on her face were gently wiped away by the man’s fingertips. He did not speak; he just looked at her.

Jian Han shut her eyes and moved her pink lips because she had not spoken for too long. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. “Have…you been here?”

If not familiar with each other, how could her aunt call him “Dayuan?”

Zhou Dayuan’s eyes shone like the stars hanging on the edge of the sky. She was willing to speak at last.

“Yes, whenever I’m free, I come often. You are pregnant. All the filial piety you should exhibit should be handed over to me.”

Such a simple answer, but Jian Han knew that it had not been easy for him. Since she had been ill, he had always been taking care of her. He was also busy with medical charity matters. Where does he get the time to do all this?

Besides, her uncle and aunt used to…hate her…so much. How can they have treated him well?

How much time and effort had it taken him to get their approval?

Jian Han didn’t want to ask. All the hardships and pains she had suffered in her life had brought peace and quiet in his arms at the moment. She just wanted to hold on to every second.

“Honey…” she called him.

She finally figured out that her parents died for her happiness. The best way for her to repay her parents was to be happy forever and ever.

The man’s big hand that was caressing her beautiful hair froze. Then, he smiled slowly, “Yes…” He replied with, “Honey…”

…

Back in T City, Jian Han’s stomach hurt. Her amniotic fluid had burst. At nine and a half months pregnant, she was giving birth prematurely.

As she was sent to the hospital, Zhou Dayuan wanted to help her give birth through a cesarean section, but Jian Han, even though her little face was already scrunched in pain, insisted on having a natural birth. She wanted to have the baby by herself.

Unable to win her over, he wore a white coat, and they went into the delivery room together.

Eight hours later, after suffering from night till dawn, Jian Han gave birth to a baby boy. 2.8 Kilograms. Although he was small, his loud cries of “Waa” at birth echoed throughout the corridor. The boy was in good health.

When Zhou Dayuan took the baby from the nurse, the tears in his eyes fell again. He held his son in his arms and brought him to Jian Han, who was weak all over. He kissed her gently on the forehead. “Honey, thank you for the son that you’ve given me.”

Jian Han smiled and went to sleep.

…

She had slept for four days. When she opened her eyes, she was lying in the hospital bed. She glanced sideways. A small pram was beside her. The little fellow was sleeping in the pram. Zhou Dayuan was sitting beside her. The man was obviously very sleepy and was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Jian Han sat up slowly. She reached out and touched her son’s tiny face. Then, she looked at the man. His head was against the wall. Jian Han realized that a single white hair grew among his short hair.