My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1289: Moving Back to Live With Me

Bai Beibei was walking down the corridor when she saw a tall and handsome figure leaning against the door leading out of the ward. It was Gong Yi.

“Why are you up and about? You should be lying in bed. You need to rest!” Bai Beibei ran to him with a look of distress.

Gong Yi grabbed her small hands and pulled them towards his face. Leaning into her touch, he asked, “What did my father say to you?”

“Nothing.” Bai Beibei smiled sweetly. “Your father simply asked me not to involve myself with Li Xiyang in the future. He expressed his desire for me to devote all my attention towards you and you alone. He also said he wouldn’t forgive you if you bullied me again!”

Gong Yi eyed her sceptically. After all, his father had been going on about how he did not like her. Nonetheless, those were his father’s opinions, not his.

A man like him had complete control over his emotions. As long as he loved the woman he chose, nothing else mattered.

Gong Yi pulled the girl into the ward and closed the door. “Don’t worry, I won’t let him have his way.”

Bai Beibei eased up, sniffling as the tension drained away from her form. Gong Yi smelled a little of clinical disinfectant. Being so close to him brought her a sense of comfort. It was fine if everyone else disliked her, she could put up with it. All she asked for was that his affections for her remained true.

From the moment she told him that she liked him, she had given him her heart.

She would have no regrets even if his love for her faded and she fell to the fire like a moth to the flame.

“Go back to bed and lie down. I’ll peel an apple for you.”

Gong Yi returned to his bed and sat down. He did not let go of her hand. “Move in with me. Let’s live together.”

Bai Beibei’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at his eyes that twinkled like peach blossoms. They glowed ardently. Bai Beibei blushed as she stared into those dreamy pools of light.

“No, thank you. I’d rather stay on campus.”

“What on earth are you imagining? Do you honestly think there’s anything I could do to you in this state? I’m still injured if you haven’t noticed. Stay with me for a few days while I recuperate. You can take care of me in that time.”

Bai Beibei wrenched her hand free and opted to peel that apple she had promised him. “Oh, okay.”

Gong Yi leaned lazily on the headboard using his muscular arm as a cushion. He eyed Bai Beibei’s delicate shoulders, her slim waist and her supple lips. What he saw pleased him greatly. Bai Beibei had curves in all the right places.

He gulped, lost in thought.

He and she had already expressed their feelings to each other and were officially dating. He had every intention of pursuing all the things a man and woman could do in such a relationship. At 26 years old, he was a man in his prime, full of vigour.

...

After two days of observation in the hospital, Gong Yi was discharged.

Bai Beibei moved in and took care of him while he recovered.

“Young Master Gong, what would like to eat today?” Bai Beibei asked as she walked into his room.

Gong Yi sat on his bed with a thin notebook in his hand as he perused several documents. When he heard her call him ‘Young Master Gong’, he frowned.

However, he did not let his displeasure show on his face. He looked up and said, “I’d like to eat... A bullwhip.”

A bullwhip...

Bai Beibei had neither eaten nor heard of a bullwhip, but if it was what Gong Yi wanted, she would do her best to procure it for him.

“Alright, I’ll go and buy one now.” She walked out.

Gong Yi watched her leave, no longer in any mood to work. He put his notebook away and crossed his legs in satisfaction. Perhaps his methods were... unorthodox.

She really was the picture of innocence.

Bai Beibei returned from her trip to the supermarket an hour later.

Not having made bullwhip before, she eagerly consulted a cookbook for instructions. So far, she had not found one explaining how to make a bullwhip.

“Have you bought it?” At this moment, a low, magnetic voice sounded behind her.

Bai Beibei jumped in fright. “Don’t sneak up on someone like that! You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“I was not trying to hide from you at all. You were examining the cookbook so seriously that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings.”

Sighing in defeat, she continued searching for a recipe describing how one ought to make a bullwhip. Trying to beat Gong Yi at his own game was an exercise in futility, anyway.

Instead, Bai Beibei dove back into her cookbook, looking for a bullwhip recipe.

From where he stood, Gong Yi had a full view of his beloved’s beautiful face. A few strands of her silken hair hung by her cheeks, hovering over her swan-like neck. Words could not do justice to the poetry in motion that she was.

“Where did you buy the bullwhip?”

“At the supermarket.” As she spoke, Bai Beibei paused for a moment. “Speaking of which, it’s strange. The auntie who sold me the bullwhip asked me who it was for.”

“What did you say?”

Gong Yi was ecstatic. Bai Beibei must have told the auntie that she was buying it for her boyfriend!”

“I said that I bought it for someone recovering from head trauma.” action

Gong Yi...

“When that auntie heard me, she laughed. She even told me to tell you that eating bullwhip is useless for someone with your condition. She said that if you aren’t well, you should seek treatment, and not feel ashamed of your deficiencies. Perhaps you should go to the hospital and get yourself checked.”

Bai Beibei looked Gong Yi in the eye while asking, “Outside of your head injury, do you suffer from any other afflictions?”

“I’m fine!” Gong Yi shouted.

Spinning on his heel, he left.

Bai Beibei...

Why was he suddenly so angry again? It seemed like, as the days passed, he was growing more and more hostile. Was it a result of his head injury? She could not help but wonder.

...

When dinner was ready, the two of them sat at the table opposite each other.

Seeing Gong Yi leave his bullwhip untouched, Bai Beibei said, “Try the bullwhip. It’s my first time cooking it. Is it not to your liking?”

Gong Yi’s handsome face darkened. “I don’t want to eat it. I’m afraid I’ll get indigestion.”

Bai Beibei frowned unhappily. “If I knew you weren’t going to eat it, I wouldn’t have bothered buying it! It took me three hours...”

“What are you mumbling about?”

Bai Beibei covered her mouth, mortified.

Sticking out her tongue in embarrassment, she brushed him off. “You heard wrong. I didn’t say anything.”

Gong Yi stared at her pink tongue and felt his waist go numb. Why did she have to be so seductive!?

He hadn’t even eaten the bullwhip and he was aroused. If he really ate it, would her fragile body be able to withstand his savaging it?

Gong Yi ground his teeth in exasperation.

The dinner ended on a strange note. Bai Beibei cleared the dishes and washed them in the kitchen’s sink, flitting about happily like a bumblebee.

Gong Yi shook his head helplessly, climbing upstairs to his room.

Seated on his bed, he suddenly remembered that he had not watched the ten films sent by the expert. Maybe it was time he had a look at them...

The thought took root, constantly itching for his attention. Soon, he could bear it no longer and succumbed to temptation.

He turned on his laptop quietly, scanning the films for something of interest.

He felt his adam’s apple bob up and down, his feeling dry and sandy. To think that there were so many tricks between men and women. He really was a country bumpkin when it came to matters of love.

Just as he was about to watch another clip, a knock sounded at the door. “Young Master Gong, would you like some fruit?”

Bai Beibei was here!

Gong Yi looked up. The door had already been pushed open, and Bai Beibei was moving towards him.

He turned an impressive shade of red. It looked rather suspicious, to be honest. Gong Yi randomly pressed a button and got up.

“W-what are you doing here?”

Bai Beibei waved the plate of fruit in her hand. “I brought some fruits for dessert. I thought you’d like them...”

Her voice petered out as she stared wide-eyed at the notebook on Gong Yi’s bed, in particular the image frozen on the screen.