Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Jian Yufei didn’t care about her own health, but she worried that he might freeze. He laughed and said he was a man, his body robust and resistant to illness.

At his urging, she reluctantly returned to the bedroom to change. By the time she came out in her new outfit, Xiao Lang had already rinsed the rice and begun cooking.

Standing in the doorway, she watched his tall and handsome figure bustling around in her small, modest kitchen. Suddenly, she was deeply touched.

Wasn’t what she sought, simply, a man who would accompany her, care if she ate or if she was cold, and occasionally cook her a nice breakfast?

She had once married Ruan Tianling, who could not provide her with such attention, yet she didn’t mind. The naive her at the time only thought of caring and loving him, which was enough.

She unselfishly devoted her love, not seeking anything in return, only hoping they could grow old together. Even if he had women on the side, she could turn a blind eye, but her concessions ultimately yielded such a outcome.

It wasn’t till she had been badly hurt, that she realized love cannot be forced. He never loved her, she shouldn’t have determinedly chosen to marry him, even when she knew he didn’t love her.

Marrying a man who didn’t love her and moreover, possessed wealth and power, was destined to be a tragedy. Having escaped the marriage, she yearned for a simple and ordinary life – any lofty dream was out of her reach.

But now, she had met Xiao Lang.

She didn’t know if he loved her, perhaps he held affection for her, even expressing his intentions to marry her. He was indeed mindful of her, he was a hundredfold, a thousandfold better than Ruan Tianling.

Ruan Tianling never had feelings for her, at least Xiao Lang cared about her, otherwise he would not want to marry her.

Yet, she dared not make hasty decisions about her marriage again.

She did not know what Xiao Lang’s background was, what his family was like. However, she had the intuition that his status was not simple, perhaps not unlike Ruan Tianling’s.

Having barely escaped from the fire pit once, would she be foolish enough to leap back into it?

The elites always strived for a match in status, love was after all just a fleeting passion, how long could it last?

At this point in her thoughts, Jian Yufei walked into the kitchen and helped him wash and chop the vegetables.

In her heart, she thought, “Xiao Lang, after this meal, you should go, don’t come to look for me again. I’m not good enough for you, so let’s end it before any feelings develop, okay?”

In no time, they had prepared a table of scrumptious dishes.

Jian Yufei opened the bottle of red wine Xiao Lang had bought, poured two glasses, and handed him one.

“Try the food and see how it tastes. I haven’t cooked in a long time, I wonder if my skills have deteriorated,” Xiao Lang said, laughing, as he put some dishes into her bowl.

Jian Yufei held her chopsticks, ate slowly and smiled, nodding in agreement, “It’s delicious.”

“If it’s good, eat more.”

“Yes, you too,” she said, quietly eating the food he made.

Xiao Lang kept filling her plate as he ate. His consideration and his kindness towards her only made her meal taste bitter.

Just as they were eating, her phone chimed – she had received a text message.