Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 255: You’re Mine, But I’m Not Yours_1

Her chin was suddenly seized, and Ruan Tianling, with his gloomy handsome face, leaned in closely.

“Are you in love with him?” He asked her.

She raised her eyes, giving him a cold stare.

“Jian Yufei, let me tell you. Even if we’re divorced, don’t even think about getting another man! My woman can only be my woman for life!” He declared.

Such an arrogant tone.

She couldn’t help but retort sarcastically, “Can my man be mine for life too?”

Don’t do to others what you wouldn’t want done to yourself!

Ruan Tianling was slightly taken aback, then burst into a wicked, carefree smile.

He suddenly wrapped his hands around her chest, placing his chin on her shoulder and spoke in a charmingly teasing voice, “Woman, are things not clear to you? You are mine, but I am not yours.”

Jian Yufei tugged the corner of her mouth into a cold, mocking smile.

It doesn’t matter to me who you belong to. You, being a devil, it doesn’t matter to me if you’re mine or not!

“Remember, nothing should happen between you and Xiao Lang. Otherwise, I won’t let you two off!” He warned.

The elevator doors opened, he picked her up bridal-style and strode out, shoving her into his sports car and driving towards her residence.

Back in her rented house, Ruan Tianling tossed her onto the bed, and once again threateningly said, “Remember my words, don’t test my patience!”

With that, he quickly left her residence, slamming the door behind him.

Jian Yufei was still wearing the new pajamas Xiao Lang had bought her, and her hand continued to tightly clutch her phone.

She sat in a daze for a while before remembering that she should call Xiao Lang to ease his worries.

Xiao Lang, having answered her call and knowing she’s safe at home, felt relieved. He told her to rest well before hanging up.

Standing tall in his spacious living room, his cold, dark eyes stared out the window, exuding an aura of deadly seriousness.

Ruan Tianling, Jian Yufei can only be mine. No matter how capable or powerful you are, you cannot stop me from taking her as my wife!

Exhausted, Jian Yufei slept deeply all night. The next morning, she had yet to get up when she heard the doorbell ring.

She put on a coat and opened the door to find Xiao Lang standing on the doorstep with two plastic bags from the supermarket.

He removed his black jacket, folded it over his arm. His thermal shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing his rugged bronze arm.

Holding two bags filled with fresh vegetables and meat freshly bought from the supermarket, he walked into the house, saying, “I gave myself a day off today. I’ll cook and make something delicious. You haven’t tasted my cooking yet.”

Jian Yufei closed the door and stepped up to take one of the bags from him. Her fingers accidentally brushed against the back of his hand. His hand was so cold.

She snatched the bags and put them into the kitchen. Then, turning around, she grabbed his hand and held it closely. It was as cold as ice-cold water.

“Wait for me.” Letting go of his hand, she went into her bedroom and fetched a hot water bottle. She emptied the cold water and filled it with hot water from the thermos. Then she handed the warm hot water bottle to him.

“Warm up.” She gently smiled at him.

Her rented house didn’t have heating. Unable to give warmth to his chilled body, she handed him the hot water bottle, hoping to warm his hands.

Xiao Lang looked at the red, admittedly fairly common, hot water bottle she handed him, not a hint of disdain in his eyes.