My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing glared at Lu Shaoming and reached for a grape.

After peeling off the skin, she ate all the glittering flesh. It was so sweet.

She looked up at the vine. There was a big round grape on it. The grape was wet with raindrops and was shining in the sunshine.

She reached for it.

She couldn't reach it, so she tiptoed.

Then, a big hand reached over and easily picked the grape for her.

"Here you go."

The man's low, mellow voice rang in her ears.

Ning Qing did not turn around. She took the grape from the man's hand, peeled it, and bit into it.

Lu Shaoming looked at her pink mouth that was moist form having just eaten grapes, making her look very enticing.

He lowered his voice, neared her earlobe, and stared at the remaining half of the grape as he said, "Let me have it"

Let him have it?

Wasn't he ashamed to ask?

Ning Qing turned around and laughed a couple of times at the man with the jade-like face. Then, she popped the remaining half of the grape into her mouth.

"Mmm, it's delicious." Ning Qing looked at him provocatively with raised, delicate eyebrows.

Lu Shaoming looked at her full and vivid little face and raised his brows in a good mood too. Suddenly he looked down to the ground. "There's a snake under your feet."

Snake?

"Ah!" Ning Qing screamed, and her entire body rushed forward. Her slim arms hugged the man's neck, and she ran straight into his warm arms.

"Haha…" Everyone laughed and said, "Ning Qing, Young Master Lu's tricking you. There are no snakes here."

Only then did Ning Qing realized that she had been tricked. She left his arms and looked up at him.

Compared with her miserable state, the man was composed. With both hands in his trousers pockets, his body was like a pillar of jade. The brilliant sunshine shone on his back and coated him with a fascinating gold rim.

He was looking at her with his lips raised, his eyes full of tenderness.

Ning Qing quickly swung up her little tender fist and hammered him. "Lu Shaoming, you are despicable!"

She stepped back and turned to leave.

Then the man behind him said, "Ning Qing, be careful!"

Be careful again?

Wasn't he tired of the same thing?

Ning Qing ignored him.

But her soft waist grabbed by a strong arm, the man pulled hard, and her whole body crashed into his arms.

She hadn't adapted to the situation when cheerful screams sounded in her ear. "Ah, it's spraying water!"

Ning Qing looked sideways. There was a fountain in the middle of the grape rack. The fountain in the pool sprayed out in all directions and sprayed on everyone.

It was summer. It was a good time to play with water. The male classmates rushed to the fountain while the female classmates cupped the water in their small hands. They were enjoying themselves.

Ning Qing was not touched by water because the man behind her had blocked it for her.

The sweet taste of grapes rose in her mouth again as she pushed at his strong arms which were fastened onto her soft waist with both hands. "Lu Shaoming, let go. Who wants your hypocritical benevolence? You're a cat crying at the mouse's funeral?!" she said in a delicate voice.

"Cat crying at the mouse's funeral? Nice. You have a clear estimation of yourself." Lu Shaoming stooped down, and his clear masculine scent sprinkled on her skin.

He said she was a mouse?

Fine, when it comes to eloquence, she was not in his league.

Ning Qing struggled fiercely and refused to let him hold her, but every muscle and line on the man was made of cast iron and full of strength. She was held tight in his arms, and she could not break away at all.

"Lu Shaoming!" She was enraged.

"Yes?" The man narrowed his eyes and responded lazily.

Ning Qing looked down and bit his arm.

The man smiled helplessly. "Why are you like a wild kitten?" He let her go.

Ning Qing jumped away and took a few steps away from him.

The fountain was still sprinkling, and as soon as she jumped away, she got a little wet.

Looking sideways, a long column of water rushed to the man's body and dripped from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

Ning Qing covered her small mouth and giggled crisply. Who asked him to bully her.

Even the heavens were dealing with him!

The man's body was already wet, and his white shirt stuck to his body, revealing his muscular physique.

Seeing her laugh, he was unfazed. He was still standing calmly with his hands in his pockets, smiling indulgently at her through the stream of water. The man's sculpted beauty was enough to entice all living beings at this moment.

Ning Qing blushed slightly and heard the female classmates' whispers in her ear. "Wow, Ning Qing, Young Master Lu's figure is great. I think he has a six pack."

"Yes, Ning Qing, Young Master Lu really has a good figure. He must have great physical strength in some aspects. Can you stand it?"

Ning Qing's small, reddish face blushed. Girls nowadays were so unrestrained. What were they talking about?

Ning Qing ignored them, but her sparkling autumn pupils peeked at the man. Alright, she admitted that his figure was really great.

He has good looks, too.

Ning Qing looked far away, raised her lips, and laughed.

…

After playing for a while, everyone was soaked, so they went to the villa in the vineyard to change their clothes.

Ning Qing changed her clothes and went out. She was walking to the corridor, ready to go to the restaurant for dinner.

Walking along, she found that a room door was not closed. It was slightly ajar. She was curious and stood by the door to look in.

Lu Shaoming was inside.

The man had changed out of his wet clothes into clean trousers. He was not wearing a shirt and was half-naked.

Ning Qing took a look and didn't know where to look anymore.

He was standing by the window, wiping his short, wet hair with a towel, and his casual appearance was somewhat wild and unruly.

Ning Qing thought it over carefully. They haven't been together for more than five months.

Last night, he had relieved her pain and then carried her to his room. She refused to pay attention to him and went to bed wrapped in the blankets.

He went to take a bath. The door of the bathroom was not closed. The cold air wafted out. He was taking a cold shower.

After taking the bath, he came out but did not go to bed. Instead, he took a blanket from the cupboard and slept on the sofa in the room.

That was how they had spent the night.

She wondered why he was so strange. Since the plane crash, he seemed to restrain himself from touching her.

He wasn't like this before.

What exactly happened?

Ning Qing was struggling to think, when a low, rich laugh came from the room. "What are you doing there? Peeping at me?"

Ning Qing's small face was instantly like a steamed prawn. This was bad, she had been discovered.

She turned and ran.

But she couldn't run because her slender wrist had been grabbed. She was pulled into the room, and with a boom, the man raised his long legs and kicked the door shut.

"You… What do you want?" Ning Qing pulled back her arm.

"Ning Qing, I should ask you that." Lu Shaoming strode towards her with long legs.

Ning Qing stepped back in terror, her back directly against the cold wall.

With a bam, the man raised his right arm and propped it against the wall.

Being forced into this narrow space by him, Ning Qing's entire sense of smell was swamped by his body wash. He had taken a bath.

She brought both of her small hands to his chest, trying to push him away. "Go away!"

The man remained motionless. He looked down at her two little hands.

Her palm burnt with his heat. His strong, textured muscles came in contact with her soft fingers, and crisp jolts of electricity traveled up the tips of her fingers, numbing her.

His burley skin against her fair and slender hands — it was an ambiguous visual stimulation.

She drew back her hand like lightning.

A shadow covered her. The man's breathing gradually came close. Her red lips were touched; he had kissed her.

Ning Qing's two small hands were held against the wall. Turning sideways and avoiding his kisses, her long, butterfly wing-like eyelashes trembled fiercely. "Lu Shaoming, don't do this! Mmph!"

She was kissed.

"Lu Shaoming, let go. If you don't let go, I'll call for help!"

"Help?" The man's voice was hoarse with some mockery. "Wifey, where's your marriage certificate?"

"You… Mmph."

She avoided him. He kissed her. She couldn't escape his scent, his net.

…

In the hospital

Kong Lan rushed into the ward. She looked at Zhou Zhilei lying on the bed and with grief, said, "Zhilei, what's wrong with you? How did you end up in the hospital?"