My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

After they had walked quite a long way, Yin Muchen felt something smooth and soft on his neck. He looked sideways and saw that the girl in his arms had fallen asleep.

Because he was carrying her vertically, once she fell asleep, her entire body started slipping down. In her sleep, she also felt it. Her small hands held him tightly and buried her small head deep in his neck.

Yin Muchen was uncomfortable. She buried herself in his neck, causing her warm breath to heat up his skin. Even if he didn't smell it, he knew that her breath was sweet and fragrant. Her little face was still rubbing against his neck, smooth as silk.

His skin prickled with goosebumps.

"Shuiling…" He opened his mouth to call her and realized that his voice was hoarse. He wanted to carry her horizontally.

But he had just moved a little. "Mmm, Older Brother…" The little girl buried in his neck felt uneasy. She didn't want to leave him. She subconsciously hooked him in with two thin legs. Her little head moved, and the cherry mouth slid all the way from his neck to his ear.

Yin Muchen's handsome face was red. At the age of 18, he was young but developed. He had not liked any girls but had received many love letters from girls, including some school beauties.

But he had never fallen in love with anyone, and in respect to that aspect, he hadn't thought about it.

So what was the situation with him now?

His body was reacting too strongly. For the first time in his life, he felt…panic and shame, because of nothing else but the 8-year-old girl in his arms — his sister.

How could he treat her like that?

The yellow-haired boy's words echoed in his ears. The feeling of a basin of cold water dousing him from head to toe in the classroom just now came again. His bright red face turned pale quickly.

He was not like that.

It was probably because he had watched the film, and she had asked him to carry her.

Yin Muchen affirmed in his heart that, yes, it must be so.

Although they weren't related by blood, he had really regarded her as his sister. She was a little angel he had met in this dark and confusing time. She had smiled at him and given him warmth. She was willing to call him "Older Brother", so from then on, he would protect her like his own sister.

…

It was the weekend. Yin Shuiling doesn't need to go to school. She went out with Yin Muchen early in the morning.

Shi Xiaoqing was very opposed to her baby daughter hanging out with this poor boy, Yin Muchen, but her daughter likes him and sticks to him. As her mother, she had no choice but to open one eye and close one eye.

After all, this daughter was her life. She was reluctant to hit and scold her; she could only allow her to do as she wished.

Yin Shuiling came to an old residential district with Yin Muchen. It was very dilapidated. Most of the households had moved away, leaving behind only those who had financial difficulties and could not afford to buy a house.

Knock Knock.

Yin Muchen came to a door, reached out, and knocked on the door.

The door opened very quickly. It was a middle-aged man in his 50s.

When the man saw Yin Muchen, he closed the door. "Why are you here again, Muchen? How many times have I said that I don't know much about your father."

Yin Muchen quickly pushed against the door. "Uncle, please don't close the door. I just want to say a few words to you. You are my dad's good friend. My dad is an accountant. They all said that my dad stole millions in public funds and jumped to his death when his deeds were revealed, but Uncle, I do not believe that. I do not believe that my dad is such a person."

The man sighed. "Muchen, it's true that your father misappropriated public funds. The police announced that the case was solved. Although I'm good friends with your father, I'm just a driver. I don't know the situation."

"Uncle, I know you don't know. I'm not putting you on the spot, but I want to ask you to help me. Do you have the contact information of the boss of my father's company? I want to check the account my father handled," Yin Muchen replied.

The man shook his head. "Muchen, because your father had moved public funds, the company could not operate. The company has already gone bankrupt. What accounts could there be? And I heard that the boss went abroad. Muchen, you are still a child. Don't worry about these things anymore. I've heard that you have been taken away by a wealthy family. You live a safe and peaceful life then. You living well will be the greatest comfort to your father."

The man was about to close the door after speaking.

"Uncle, I'll ask you one last question. Do you know…where my mother went?" Yin Muchen asked.

When the man heard this, he was furious. "Don't mention your mother anymore! When your father was in deep water, your mother ran faster than a rabbit. She didn't even want her son. And you still care about her? When your dad got married, I disapproved of this marriage. Your mom was born so beautiful that any man would take a second look at her. How could she live contentedly with your dad? I saw her get in a limousine when your dad was in trouble. She had run away with a rich man long ago!"

The man closed the door with a bang after he finished.

…

Yin Shuiling looked at her brother in front of her. His head hung down, and she wondered what he was thinking about, but his hands on his side had been balled into fists.

Yin Shuiling was frightened. She rushed forward and tugged her brother's clothes. "Older Brother, Older Brother, what's wrong? Can't Older Brother find your parents?"

She could only understand half of what the middle-aged man had said.

Yin Muchen slowly turned back, He squatted down, reached out, and touched Yin Shuiling's beautiful little face. He smiled quietly, with sarcasm and desolation in his laugh. "Shuiling, they all said my father was a thief. My mother ran away with other men. They don't want me anymore. I am an orphan."

Yin Shuiling's small, fair, and tender hands crept up to his handsome face when she heard that. She muttered, "Older Brother, you are not an orphan. They don't want you. I want you. I want Older Brother!"

Yin Muchen grasped her soft little hand and held it tight in his palm. The girl's face was innocent and pure, and her big eyes were full of heartache for him.

"Shuiling, even if people all over the world say so, I don't believe it. My father would not embezzle public funds. He is not a thief. My mother is not vain and superficial. She would not run off with other men. My parents have a good relationship. My father leaves work on time every night. There is a roast chicken stall outside his company. My father would buy roast chicken every day. But he couldn't bear to eat it. Whenever he'd come home, he would say that he had already eaten it. He wanted me to eat it with my mother, but my mother would say that she doesn't like meat and left it for my father to eat.

"Yes, my mother is very beautiful, and a college student. We lived in a bad environment. Those men would always peep at my mother… My mother would stay at home all day and knit for me until my father comes home from work."

"Our family lived happily. I don't know why it suddenly became like this."

Yin Muchen felt something wet on his face as tears plopped down. The tears in his eyes plummeted to the ground like beads from a broken thread.

He had cried.

The 18-year-old boy had gone through such an incident. He had become an orphan overnight. He did not know what to do. He was confused, and he could not find his direction.

He doesn't like smoking, drinking, skipping classes and watching adult movies. He just felt that life was boring and his heart was flustered with boredom.

He curled himself up with his arms around his knees and cried bitterly.

Yin Shuiling's nose soured. This was her first time seeing her older brother cry. She felt devastated when her older brother was crying.

She went forward, put out her tender arms, and hugged her older brother's head, and glittering mist came out of her eyes. She pouted her little mouth and cried, "Older Brother, don't…be sad, *sobs*. Older brother, you still have Shuiling. Shuiling likes you. Shuiling will always be with you. Wuu…"

At this time, passers-by walked pass, and everyone looked sideways. In that dark corner, the dirt was filthy. Even the white ash on the wall had fallen off a layer and was full of holes, but the two children who had not grown up wept together, crying so sadly…and warmly.

Yin Muchen had cried enough. He reached out and wiped away his tears. He looked up. The little girl was out of breath from crying. When she saw him look up, she helped him wipe his tears with a little tender hand. "Wuu, Older Brother…"

Yin Muchen's heart melted. He put his hand around her waist and let her sit on his lap. He coaxed her softly. "Alright, Shuiling, let's not cry anymore. Older Brother won't cry in the future. This is the last time."

He had cried because he had been sad and depressed for too long.

Maybe he wouldn't cry without this little girl beside him.

After all, it has been this way for half a year, and he had not shed a single tear.

Once the wound in his heart was comforted and revealed by others, the opening of the wound would grow wider and wider.

But he wouldn't cry anymore.

A man should not shed tears, only blood.

He did not believe that his parents would do that. There must be some secret he did not know. With his current ability, he wouldn't be able to touch that world at all. What he needed to do most was to make himself stronger.

Only when he had become stronger could he protect the people he loves.

…

Yin Muchen changed. He no longer rebelled. He accepted all the gifts from the Yin family.

Every day, he wore famous branded clothes and went to school in a private car. He transferred to an aristocratic school and soon made his mark in the school.

This teenager was born with some gifts. He had a handsome and extraordinary appearance and a talent with numbers. Even though he was indifferent to everyone, his name swept throughout the entire campus.

People had joked that the Yin family was full of talented people. The Yin family's young lady, Yin Shuiling, had the hearts of all the men in T City, while this Yin Muchen had captured the hearts of all the ladies.

While Yin Shuiling felt happy for her brother, she also had numerous troubles, because she had received many love letters, flowers, and chocolates for her brother.

That day, she was standing at the school gate while waiting for her brother as before, when suddenly, two beautiful girls came running over.

"Hi, Yin Shuiling, are you Yin Muchen's sister? This is the scarf I knitted for your brother. Please pass it to him," the girl said.

Yin Shuiling looked at the scarf. Instead of reaching for it, she knitted her eyebrows and childishly said, "My brother has a scarf. He doesn't need you to give him one."

The girl looked shy. "Sister Shuiling, this scarf is different from others. I like your brother."

At Yin Shuiling's age, she didn't know what "like" meant. She just felt that the beautiful elder sister and the scarf were very annoying. She puffed her exquisite cheeks. "I like my older brother too. It's enough for me to like my older brother alone. He doesn't need you guys," she said in a crisp voice.