Fated to My Billionaire Husband

The night was as cold.

The luxury red sports car pulled into the villa, waking the pregnant woman who was half-asleep upstairs.

The front door of the living room was pushed open, a man and a woman stumbled in, collapsing into the large, comfortable sofa.

The man was the owner of the villa.

However, the woman wasn't the mistress of the villa.

"Young Master..." The maid exclaimed in surprise.

"Get out!" The man's voice was displeased.

Soon, only they were left in the living room.

...

The wind rustled the white floral curtains.

The threads of icy wind permeated but couldn't dissipate the warmth in the living room.

"Ling, I love you..." The woman's husky voice echoed in the empty living room.

"Yueyue, I love you too..." The man answered groggily.

The beautifully adorned living room was dazzling and confusing.

...

Meanwhile, the door to the bedroom upstairs was opened.

Jian Yufei rubs her sleepy eyes, her hand caressing her six-month pregnant belly as she walked on the thick carpet.

The strange noises coming from downstairs heightened her curiosity.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she glanced down and her mind seemed to explode with a loud bang!

On the sofa downstairs, a man and a woman were sprawled.

The woman was beautiful, and the man was incredibly handsome.

The sight of them together vehemently stirred her sight.

The man who had his back turned to her was her husband!

And he was doing something that betrayed her right this moment.

That was too much!!

Jian Yufei felt a sudden surge of blood rising, making her feel chest tightness and shortness of breath. She was on the verge of a mental explosion!

Her lips shivering, gripping the railing tightly, she screamed at the man, "Ruan Tianling, you're going too far!"

Her voice stunned the couple downstairs.

The man turned his head to look at her.

Under the diffused gentle golden glow from the dangling crystal lamp, his profound eyes, high-bridged nose, and thin lips stood out.

He had an angelic face but the heart of a cold-hearted demon.

Gazing at the sorrowful woman upstairs, he narrowed his eyes, his hot, dark pupils glowed with slight irritation at being disturbed and an innate cool disdain.

Jian Yufei trembled when she met his cold gaze, causing her heart to turn cold.

He wasn't struck with panic, neither was he remorseful, instead, he was annoyed.

At that moment, Jian Yufei felt such sorrow. What kind of man had she married?

"Go back to your room." Ruan Tianling's thin lips barely moved as he coldly spoke.

He didn't show any intention of getting up. The woman beside him was clearly more important than his wife, who was carrying his child.

To say that she wasn't even as valuable as that woman's finger wasn't an exaggeration.

Jian Yufei steadied her staggering body, her heart ached painfully, and she felt a sharp pain in her belly too.

"Ling, I don't want her looking at us like this. Can you ask her to look away? Or else, I'll feel embarrassed," Yan Yue clung to Ruan Tianling's neck, speaking coyly.

But her gaze was provokingly derisive as she looked at Jian Yufei.

Jian Yufei glared at her hatefully. Something was burning in her chest. If she didn't vent her anger, she would suffocate.

She furiously yelled at Yan Yue, "You disgusting, shameless woman! This is my home, get out, out!"

"Ling, look at her, she's scolding me. I haven't said a word to her, but she's cursing at me..." Yan Yue put on a pitiful face. Her charming countenance looking so pitiful that it stirred a sense of compassion.

Ruan Tianling affectionately kissed her lips, then turned to look at Jian Yufei, his eyes cold and grim.

"You, pack your things and leave immediately!"

His voice was just as cold, much like the winter in A City.