Fated to My Billionaire Husband

“Oh disaster! What disaster have we brought upon ourselves? Our company is just getting started and now we’re bankrupt… this is devastating!” The boss’s wife was sprawled on top of her husband, wailing.

The boss, seemingly aged overnight by this sudden turn of events, stood there shell-shocked, like a walking corpse.

Jian Yufei watched their downfall coldly and asked Ruan Tianling, “Was it him?”

“No.”

“Then who was it?!” She asked back, her emotions running high.

The man’s eyes darkened slightly, “Let’s go home first, don’t worry, I’ll give you an explanation.”

He started the car to leave, while Jian Yufei, leaning against the car window, was utterly exhausted.

She said she wouldn’t be sad anymore, but her heart was still hurting.

She had been given a second chance at life, only to face such a grave calamity. Perhaps not being reborn would have been more favorable, right?

Thinking about everything that had happened from her past life until now, Jian Yufei felt suffocated. As if someone were cutting off pieces of her flesh — the pain was unbearable.

She clutched at her chest, pressed hard against her heart, but she still couldn’t suppress the sharp pain.

What should she do? She felt as if she was in agonizing pain.

Jian Yufei suddenly hunched over, her face pale and pained, as if she were on the brink of death.

Ruan Tianling glanced at her and was immediately startled by her condition.

The car screeched to a halt by the roadside. The man reached over to lift her upper body and saw her gasping for air, as if she couldn’t breathe.

“Jian Yufei, what’s wrong?” A frowning Ruan Tianling shook her body. She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with tears, staring at him.

“It hurts so much… here…” Pointing at her chest, she uttered in a hoarse and choked voice.

The man’s eyes darkened further, a fierce storm brewing in his eyes.

However, this time his anger wasn’t aimed at her. For some reason, he felt angry, annoyed, and vexed.

“What should I do? I feel like I’m going to die, what should I do…” Jian Yufei clutched his hand, showing a vulnerable side of her for the first time in front of him.

This was also the first time she had sought his help, seeing him as a savior.

However, he was not the savior, he was the devil causing her sorrow and despair!

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Ruan Tianling felt a painful twinge in his heart. He suddenly leaned over and kissed her—

He embraced her waist, imprisoning her in his arms, warming her with his body heat, trying to distract her with his passion.

Jian Yufei did not struggle or resist. She clung to his body, greedily gasping for the air from his mouth.

She clutched his arm, her fingers sinking into the soft, thick fabric as if they had penetrated into his body.

At that moment, she was so dependent on him, so desperate for him.

She was no longer the indifferent and cold Jian Yufei, the one who always rejected him and wanted to keep her distance from him.

He knew that she saw him merely as a lifesaver.

A ray of hope during her most painful, most desperate times.

He, too, understood that no matter who was by her side at that moment, she would cling on to them, begging them to save her.

To her, he wasn’t Ruan Tianling, but just temporary pain relief.