Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Jian Yufei glared at him bitterly, biting her lip hard.

If she could, she would surely do so!

Ruan Tianling just responded to the intense hatred in her eyes with a gentle smile. ‘Go ahead, hate me. I am ready for your retaliation at any time.’

The tall man turned around and left, leaving only the frail figure of Jian Yufei standing alone in the rain.

Not far away, behind the flower bed, a red sedan was parked.

The half-height green plants cleverly concealed the vehicle.

Yan Yue, sitting in the car, clenched the steering wheel tightly. Her delicate nails snapped, but she felt nothing.

She looked down to hide the coldness in her eyes. Her beautiful face was filled with colors of jealousy and hatred, making it look twisted and ferocious.

‘Jian Yufei, I couldn’t be bothered to lay a finger on you. You’d better not provoke me.’

With hatred fuelling her steps, Jian Yufei had walked a long way. The drizzling rain wetted her hair, her clothes, blurred her vision, and made her pale face damp.

The cell phone in her pocket had been ringing for a long time before she noticed it.

She reached into her pocket. Her fingers were stiff and numb, barely able to hold the phone.

She trembled as she took out her cell phone, hesitated for a long time after seeing the word ‘Xiao Lang’ displayed on the screen, then finally answered the call.

“Yufei, where are you? I’m at your doorstep, why aren’t you home?” Xiao Lang asked with concern. Hearing his gentle voice, Jian Yufei slowly squatted down, biting the back of her hand, without making a sound.

“Yufei, what’s wrong? Say something!”

Jian Yufei mustered all her strength to make a hoarse, unpleasant sound, “Xiao Lang, I want to take a day off tomorrow.”

“Alright, I’ll give you three days off! But you have to tell me where you are right now!”

When Xiao Lang hurriedly arrived in his car, he saw Jian Yufei squatting by the roadside at once, all wet, looking like a homeless stray animal.

He got out of the car, opened a black umbrella, and walked up to her.

The umbrella shielded her from the continuous drizzle. Jian Yufei lifted her head slightly, her wet, clear eyes looked at him somewhat emptily.

There was deep pain in her eyes. Despite being as lovely as a flower in her youth, she was enduring too much unbearable pain.

Xiao Lang pressed his lips tightly together. He put down the umbrella, took off his heavy coat and put it on her. He picked her up in his arms and strode towards his car.

He drove her away without taking her home, instead, he took her to his own house.

The spacious and luxurious three-bedroom and two-hall apartment was neither too big nor small. The simple black-and-white interior decoration was his favorite, just like he loved the black and white keys of a piano.

He placed Jian Yufei on the big bed in his bedroom. He found a towel for her to dry her hair and then gently persuaded her to take off her wet coat.

The warm air from the air conditioner poured onto Jian Yufei like a wave. She felt warmer.

Her fingers tightly grabbing her clothes, she dropped her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes, and said softly, “I’d like to take a shower first.”

“Alright, just wait a moment.” He stood up and went to the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water, and then came back to carry her in.

Xiao Lang put her down and pointed at the prepared toiletries.

“Shampoo, bath gel, towel, bath towel, everything is here. You take a bath first, and I’ll go get you some change of clothes.”