My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Chapter 429: It Will Be All Up To You, But Don’t Miscarry Our Son In Your Belly

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes. He stood up, and his large hands that were at his sides were kneaded into fists as he turned around to leave.

Hearing the sound of his footsteps, Jian Han could not control the tears in her eyes anymore. Her tears trickled down onto the floor.

Jian Han thought that he left, but he came back very quickly again. Her soft, slim waist was hugged by his arm. He lifted her up, and when she knelt back down again, her thighs felt a soft material. He had taken a soft, thick cushion and placed it below her.

Jian Han bit her pink bottom lip. She did not say anything. Zhou Dayuan also did not say anything. He put her down before turning around to leave.

Jian Han knew that he did not go too far. She could see his shadow in her peripheral vision. He was standing far away, underneath a large tree. There was a spark, and he held a cigarette between his fingers as he smoked.

He did not know how much time had passed, until the ground below him was littered with cigarette butts. The woman in the distance stood up. She was probably numb from kneeling down. It was hard for her. It took much strength to stand up. She lowered her head down as she walked over in his direction.

Zhou Dayuan threw the half burnt cigarette in his hands onto the ground. He stepped on it with his leather shoes. He went forward and walked over to face her. He frowned and asked, “Is it cold? Do you want me to hug you?”

Actually, he did not want to ask her if she “wanted him to hug her.” His wife, his son’s mother — couldn’t he hug her whenever he wanted?

But she was so different today. She put her guard up against him so strongly while she resisted him. He did not dare make her angry. He had to seek her approval when he wanted to touch her.

Jian Han cast her head down for the entire duration. She did not bother with him. She went out of the graveyard and walked over to the nearby long distance coach bus terminal.

They walked one after another. The black luxury business vehicle followed behind slowly. Zhou Dayuan looked at the woman’s frail and weak back profile. He moved the corners of his lips lightly as he said, “Jian Han, don’t be like this, okay? You kneeled down for a long period of time and walked for such a long distance. Our son... Can’t you pamper him a little? You don’t want me to touch you. It is okay if you don’t want to see me. You board the car, and I can take the bus back home.”

Jian Han did not say anything. The words said in the graveyard just now had spent all of her remaining energy. She walked on in a daze. All she could see before her was colourless, and maybe she did not hear what he was saying at all.

Zhou Dayuan was panting. The times that they parted with one another were a form of torture for him every single day, and now, he realized that the torture back then were not considered to be anything at all.

He took out his phone and said some simple words.

The large coach that was returning to T City stopped beside Jian Han quickly. The door of the large coach was open, and the driver called out, “Young lady, are you going back to T City right now? I can take you there.”

Jian Han cast her head down and went onto the bus. She chose a window seat as she sat down.

Zhou Dayuan looked at the large coach leave before his eyes. “Young Master.” The back door of the luxurious business sedan was opened up. “Young Master, board the car then.”

Zhou Dayuan sat inside, and the luxurious business sedan trailed behind the large coach.

The man in the back seat crossed both of his thighs elegantly. He leaned his head back onto the seat. His handsome face looked pale. He drooped his left shoulder weakly by his side, and the sleeve of his black suit was all stained with red blood.

“Young Master, did you hurt your arm? Let’s go to the hospital to bandage it then. We will not lose track of Young Madam, but your injury is important. This is the hand that you use to do surgeries with.”

The most expensive hands on this earth probably had to be the exquisite hands of a surgeon. They used them to hold the surgical knife to save the injured and the sick with their hands, and solely their hands.

Zhou Dayuan curled up the corners of his lips lazily. He had a thin smile on his face. All he could imagine in his mind was her icy little face in the graveyard.

With this situation right now. How long did she want to sustain this for?

If his hand was disabled, would her heart hurt?

Jian Han ah, Jian Han. Why would the years that we were in love with one another, the blissful times were always so short. Why between him and her, was it always so....depressing?

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes, and could not help but say the words casually. “There is no need.”

After they returned back to T City, it was already nightfall. They went into the condominium one after another. Jian Han went upstairs, and Zhou Dayuan looked at her duck into the blankets, then he went downstairs and headed into the kitchen to make dinner for her.

She probably has not eaten anything all day.

Zhou Dayuan cooked up some food. He fried a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and made another bowl of tomato soup with egg, then he placed the dishes onto the meal tray as he headed into the room.

He kneeled on the bed with one knee. The woman’s long fan-like eyelashes were closed quietly. She was sleeping, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost nonexistent.

Zhou Dayuan stretched his right hand out and realized that he was shaking. These past few years, it was the first time that he saw her soulless behaviour. He was afraid.

He was really afraid.

He touched her small face. Her face was very cold. She’d been under the blankets for such a long time, but she still did not have any warmth to her. Still, the woman’s skin was natural, both soft and velvety.

He touched her for a moment. She did not resist him. Zhou Dayuan’s frown on his face disappeared. The corners of his lips curled up. He sat on the bed, and he pulled her into his embrace.

His left hand touched the air conditioner remote control. He used his right hand to cup her. His kisses landed all over her face. He kissed her intimately on her neck as he lovingly said, “Wifey, what went wrong today? Why did you treat me like that? I heard what happened to Dad and Mum. You are in a bad mood, but don’t torture your own body. Do you know how much my heart hurts? Your body is so cold. I have switched on the heater. You should have your meal obediently, and after that, I will carry you as you sleep.”

He switched on the heater, and he used his right hand to turn her small face to face him, wanting to kiss her lips.

But he did not get to kiss her, because the small woman in his embrace turned her small face away and did not allow him to kiss her. “I want to sleep. Can you go?”

Zhou Dayuan’s gaze turned dark. He understood it already. Actually it was not that she did not resist him just now, but she did not have the strength to resist him anymore.

His large hand that he placed on her small face froze for a moment. He stood up and let go of her. He placed a soft pillow behind her back and handed the bowl and chopsticks over. “Okay, I will go, but you have to have your meal first. I will go after you eat.”

Jian Han did not lift her head up. She stretched her hand out obediently to take the utensils in her hands, and she ate her meal obediently.

She did not say a single word, and her frail and weak behaviour looked just like a puppet.

She ate just a small bite of rice, and the woman had a frown on her face. She did not get to cup her chest in time, and she bent her waist down and started to vomit violently.

She had not eaten for the entire day. All she vomited was bile water. After she vomited all of the bile water, she started to choke, and all of the tears in her eyes quickly flowed out.

Zhou Dayuan was flustered. He bent over to pat the woman’s back quickly. “Jian Han, don’t vomit anymore, okay? Control it a little yourself. I will get some water for you.”

He got some water, and the woman stopped vomiting. He ran into the washroom to get a wet towel, and he carefully wiped her small face.

The woman’s face was extremely pale. The green blood vessels on her smooth skin could be seen clearly. She shut her eyes, as she used her small hand to tug his sleeve as she negotiated with him. “I don’t want to eat anything today. Can I not eat today? I am not hungry at all. Can you go? I don’t want to look at you.”

She said that she did not want to see him numerous times today. Zhou Dayuan felt that he was already used to it already. He nodded his head and said, “Okay, I will go. If you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat. I will not force you. You should go to sleep obediently. Call me if there’s anything you want. Jian Han, I will listen to you. I will agree to anything that you want to do, but there is something; don’t miscarry our son in your belly. Otherwise, I do not know what I am capable of doing.”

The woman did not say anything, her body as frail as she could fall down in the next moment.

Zhou Dayuan helped her lay down, and he covered her up with the blankets properly. He bent over and took the dirty dishes on the carpet, then went to the balcony to open a small gap. He switched the ceiling lights in the room off. He left a lamp on, then he left.

He walked into the kitchen and threw all of the dishes and soup into the rubbish bin. He was angry. His defined, handsome features were all tight. He had a frown on his face. Although he looked calm on the outside, these years of his refined education had taught him much about control. He was past the age to throw a tantrum due to anger.

There was a white light in the living room. The white light was cold, and it shone on the man. He wore his shirt and trousers as he stood at the side of the sink, and he focused as he did the dishes.

The light dragged his long shadow even longer. At this moment, it was sunset, and his warm body looked extremely cold.

And so lonely.

After doing the dishes, he walked into the living room. He held a first aid box in his right hand. He sat on the sofa and had to treat his injury on his left shoulder. He would not let himself be disabled.

He still had a wife and a child to take care of.

The white shirt on his left shoulder was stained red with blood. The cloth stuck onto his wound. He took scissors to cut half of the sleeves. That motorcycle had crashed into him in a hurry, and although he did duck away slightly, his shoulder still crashed onto the bike.

His shoulders were very painful, and he knew that during the entire journey, he had a broken glass shard stuck in his shoulders.

He took out some tweezers. With his professional hands, it was easy for him to pick out the pieces of glass. Probably due to the high amount of pain, after he picked the pieces of glass out, his face was pale as he collapsed onto the back of the sofa.

He panted for a moment. He managed his wound calmly, applied medication, and used the gauze to bandage it.

After finishing all of the steps, his thighs crossed over one another lazily. He held a cigarette in his right hand, bit in his mouth, and lit the lighter up.

He smoked on and off.

His left hand was placed horizontally across the back of the sofa. He lifted his head up and thought of the happy times that they had last night. It was on the same position on the sofa. She had sat on his thighs as she buried herself in his embrace, and she was igniting fires everywhere.

At that time, her eyebrows were all curved up, and she called him “Hubby” sweetly.

He curled the corners of his lips up as he laughed lightly. The entire cold living room was ringing with his self mocking laughter in the lonely night, and he closed his eyes.

The next morning

Jian Han opened her eyes slowly. She turned her small head to look around her surroundings. She was in the bedroom. She stretched her small hand out to touch her side. There was no one by her side; Zhou Dayuan was not around.

Jian Han lifted the blankets as she went down from the bed. She slipped her small snow white feet into the light pink slippers, then she opened the doors and went downstairs.

After heading into the living room, she saw the man sleeping on the sofa.

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes as he slept. He did not lay down, and his lazy figure lay on the sofa. The shirt and trousers on his body were already extremely crumpled, but this did not affect his warm and elegant aura on him at all. The morning sun streamed through the French windows and spewed inside, and those bright rays of the golden sun were all over his body. There was light stubble on his handsome jaw, and he looked superior and attractive, like a mature man.

Jian Han looked at him for a moment and quickly noticed the injury on his shoulder.

He did not change out of his white shirt, so the sleeves of his shirt were dotted with bloodstains. It was wrapped up with a thick layer of gauze, and he probably treated the wound simply yesterday.