Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Jian Yufei was sliding forward on her snowboard, shaky and unstable. She leaned forward and then backward, eventually falling forward. Just as she was about to flop into the snow, Xiao Lang swiftly slid down and caught her, so she didn’t fall to the ground but onto him.

“Ah” She let out a surprised gasp, not expecting him to cushion her fall.

As she landed on top of him, she could sense his pleasant and refined scent. Her face was right above his, their distance less than ten centimeters.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed his deep and good-looking mixed-race features. His high nose bridge and smooth skin didn’t pale in comparison to Ruan Tianling at all.

Attractive people often catch one’s eye. And so, Jian Yufei found herself mesmerized by his handsome face, slightly entranced.

The man beneath her grunted, seeming like she had hurt him, and his breath became somewhat strained.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Jian Yufei snapped back to reality and clumsily scrambled up, then awkwardly helped the equally hefty Xiao Lang to his feet.

Wearing snowboarding clothes felt clumsy, she felt they were wrapped up like bears, silly and fat, as ridiculous as could be.

Jian Yufei kneeled on the snow, suddenly bursting into laughter. Her laughter, clear and pleasing as the ringing of silver bells, echoed around.

Xiao Lang casually sat on the snow, his dark eyes focused on her, his lips curled in amusement: “What are you laughing at?”

“I just find everything very funny.” She continued laughing, full-throated and heartily, her laughter echoing in the vast snow slope.

Ever since marrying Ruan Tianling, she hadn’t laughed like this.

And her laughter, so delightful, was like a song in the sunshine, giving one a warm and comfortable feeling. Not far away, a man dressed in a sophisticated black ski suit was staring in her direction, his gaze beneath the snow goggles flashing with a complex light.

“Tianling, what are you looking at?” Yan Yue smoothly glided up to his side in a red ski suit. She followed his gaze but saw nothing remarkable.

It was crowded here, and many people were wearing rental ski suits. With their blackened outfits, helmets and goggles, they all looked alike. As such, she naturally wouldn’t recognize that one of them was Jian Yufei.

Ruan Tianling shifted his gaze away and smiled: “Nothing, let’s race.”

“Sure!” Yan Yue eagerly nodded.

They started skiing on the advanced slope, which had a gradient of over twenty degrees and a drop of seventy to eighty meters. Just looking at it could make one fear.

But they cut through the slope like two dragons, one black and one red, racing down from high above, cruising with ease, leaving two long tracks behind them.

Many people applauded their nimble and agile figures, blowing their whistles in excitement.

Xiao Lang and Jian Yufei were also drawn in by the lively scene. They couldn’t help but smile. Such cool and handsome moves– the man solid and quick, the woman neat and light, chasing each other down the slope, just like two dragons frolicking in the water.