My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

His son, who was soft and fragrant, felt weightless in his arms as he embraced him. It was the same feeling as a woman, soft and boneless.

Both his tiny lips and skin was inherited from her. He was moist and supple.

He liked it.

He liked it very much.

At this moment, the door of the washroom opened. Ning Qing ran out in a hurry. She was wearing a white nightgown, and she came forward to pick up Little Qinwen.

"Little Qinwen, what is wrong? Let Mama carry you."

Little Qinwen was in Daddy's arms. His small head was perched on Daddy's shoulders, and he felt wrong. He noticed that Mama had arrived, and he stretched both of his arms out, wanting his Mama instead.

Lu Shaoming did not have any other choice. He was a rookie dad without much experience, so he turned his body sideways, and he handed Little Qinwen over to Ning Qing.

Ning Qing held Little Qinwen. She used one of her hands to pat her son's back. Her voice was soft and light as she coaxed him. Little Qin Wen stopped crying. He perched himself on his Mama's shoulder as he slowly closed his eyes.

Knock knock. The sound of someone knocking on the door rang out. "Qingqing.' Yue Wanqing was outside.

Ning Qing turned back to look at the man. He was dressed like this. How could she allow Mum to see him like this? She carried Little Qinwen as she went to open the door.

When she walked past the man, her shoulder was pinned down, and the man bent down slightly while he softly said, "Let Little Qinwen sleep with Grandma."

Ning Qing's small face turned red immediately. She glared at him before asking, "Why?"

"It is not convenient."

Ning Qing was at a loss for words; what was not convenient?

The man saw through her thoughts. His lips were curled up as he laughed mockingly. "You are not clear on why it is not convenient? Your son is only six months old, if you want to teach him early, I am also fine with that."

If an expression could kill, Ning Qing's would definitely kill him over a million times.

Mother was still knocking on the door. Ning Qing shook his hand off and went to open the door of the room.

Yue Wanqing stood at the door. She looked at Little Qinwen and said, "Qingqing, is Little Qinwen asleep already? Come, hand him over to me. I will take him to bed."

"Mum…" Ning Qing was not willing to hand him over.

At this moment, the man behind her laughed with a low and mesmerizing tone. "Mum, Little Qinwen is already six months old. It has been hard on you for these past six months."

Yue Wanqing immediately had a benevolent smile on her face upon hearing his words. "What hardship? Little Qinwen is my precious grandson. My hardships cannot be counted as anything. Mum just wants the both of you to be well."

Ning Qing had nothing to say anymore. This man had said everything that she wanted to.

These past few months, incidents spring up one after another. Both Mum and Dad were worried sick because of them, especially when Mother's health was not too good to begin with, and she could not withstand much provocation.

If she got into a fight with him, Mum would get worried again.

He was really intelligent. He spoke first to comfort Mum, that damned man.

Ning Qing could only hand Little Qinwen over to Yue Wanqing.

Yue Wanqing carried Little Qinwen and instructed them, "Qingqing, both you and Shao Ming should go to bed early. Mum will be leaving now."

"Okay, Mum. Good night."

Until Mum's back profile disappeared from Ning Qing's vision, Ning Qing waited to slowly close the door.

She barely shut the door when a hot figure put himself against her. The man stretched both of his arms out and held her tight in his arms.

Lu Shaoming kissed her hair with much strength.

Ning Qing ducked away from his kiss, and she struggled as she did not allow him to hug her. "Lu Shaoming, what are you doing? Let go!"

In the next second, he picked her up, and she had no strength to struggle at all. She was directly thrown by the man onto the large, soft bed.

Ning Qing was really taken aback. The things that happened on the peak of the mountain came flooding back into her mind. She immediately rolled and hid in the corner. She covered herself up with blankets. With her guard up, she looked at him. "What do you want? Other that this, can't you even think of doing something else? Other than forcing me, what else can you do?"

Lu Shaoming knelt down on one knee. He stretched out his hand as he pinched her cheeks. He laughed while he said, "Ning Qing, could you actually not want it also?"

"What?"

"They all say that after a woman gives birth, her desires become stronger. I still remember when I didn't touch you, and you kept blaming me when your desires were not met. You said that I was incapable. Furthermore…" Lu Shaoming squinted his eyes while he said, "I forced you at the peak of the mountain that day; you weren't satisfied?"

Ning Qing was extremely furious. She stretched her leg out as she kicked him. "Lu Shaoming, you are shameless! You think everyone is as shameless as you?"

She did not do that because…her desires were not fulfilled. She had said that he was incapable, but he…was taking what she said out of context!

That day on the peak of the mountain…

He was not embarrassed to mention it.

Lu Shaoming let go of her small face and ducked away from her small feet. He stood up and went to take the hairdryer from the washroom before going on the bed. "Come over, I will dry your hair for you."

Her hair was still wet.

Sleeping with wet hair causes headaches.

"I don't want to!" Ning Qing was extremely firm as she coldly snorted.

The man had a frown on his face as he said, "Ning Qing, do you mean that you want to jump directly into the main event since you do not want to dry your hair right now?"

What was he saying?

He was really shameless with such thick skin.

Ning Qing flipped her body as she knelt down on the bed. She held her two hands into fists, and she punched his broad shoulders. "Rascal! How come you just like to bully me?"

Lu Shaoming let her hit him. He pinned her slim waist as he pulled her into his embrace. He was laughing merrily in a low tone. He liked her behaving like a wild kitten getting angry. One large hand went searching for her tiny, curvy behind. He gave it a tight slap over her nightgown. "Ning Qing, I bully you because I like you."

"Who wants you to like… ooh!" Ning Qing's lips were blocked.

She widened her eyes and looked at him. The man was not kissing her — he was directly sucking on her. He used strength as he sucked on her. A while later, she was no longer able to breathe.

Lu Shaoming looked at her small face blush, and he quickly let go of her. "Ning Qing, it's just been a half a month since I last touched you. You don't even know how to kiss anymore? Do you know how to catch your breath?"

She was silly as she forgot how to catch her breath.

She was already a mother, and she was still so inexperienced.

Ning Qing stretched her hand out to forcefully wipe her lips. She wiped his saliva away. "Lu Shaoming!" She held his shoulders down and opened her mouth as she used strength to bite down on the corners of his lips.

She was really furious!

The corner of his lips were broken, but it was not too painful. The woman was glaring at him. There was a stubborn, moving glow in her eyes. It was like a kitten clawing his heart; his entire body felt soft.

His two large hands came to her soft waist. He did not think too much about the pain. He pecked her pretty lips while he said, "Wifey, do you know how to bite someone? Let me teach you. Biting lips is not painful. Come, bite my tongue."

Ning Qing's small face turned red. She stretched out her arm to punch his shoulder.

She felt like she did not know him anymore. Where was his baseline?

But the back of her head was pinned down. Her entire body was taken into his embrace. He buried his head in her pink neck. His stubble on his jaw nudged her as she felt pain. "Wifey, I really missed you so much."

His deep and mesmerizing voice had a hint of pampering.

There was a gust of sweetness in Ning Qing's heart. Her small hand on his shoulder was curled up. She tugged on his shirt, and her small, exquisite face looked wronged and was a little soft. "Why are you always like that? After bullying me, you are using sweet words to coax me."

Lu Shaoming's hands were strong. He treated her like a porcelain doll as he raised her up. He kissed her collarbones. When he saw her in the washroom, he had already wanted to kiss her. "Wifey, do you like it, then?"

Ning Qing shook her head. "I don't like it."

She liked…him to not bully her and coax her with sweet words.

Lu Shaoming put her down, then placed her small head on his thighs. He switched the hairdryer on, and used his hand to test the warm breeze coming out of the hairdryer. He began to curl her hair as he started to dry it.

Ning Qing became quiet. She obediently perched herself on his thighs. Times like this made her think of the time half a year ago, when he had lacked his memory.

Her long lashes that resembled a butterfly's wings fluttered for a while, and she asked, "What illness did you get?"

Since he has returned, he has probably settled everything. The thing that he had been hiding from her… Actually, she did not want to ask, but she could not control herself.

Lu Shaoming did not have any change in his expressions, and his actions were gentle and light. "A love spell."

"What?" Ning Qing did not understand.

"It is a love spell for those who have a lover. When I'd think of you, it would hurt, and I couldn't touch you, and I couldn't be together with you," the man explained simply.

Ning Qing was silent for a few seconds. Her small face was a little pale. Actually, she had already guessed most of what was happening, and now, he has confirmed most of her theories.

She's heard of a love spell before.

Once it happened, it would make the person feel the ultimate amount of pain in the world while being unable to die.

"Does it hurt?" she asked as her white teeth bit down on her pink lips.

Lu Shaoming laughed lightly. He looked at the woman's small, white, and supple face under the glow of the light. This was not an easy question to answer.

Speaking of pain, she would definitely be in more pain compared to him.

If he said that it did not hurt, she would blame him for not loving her anymore.

A woman's heart…

"Yeah." Lu Shaoming pondered for a while. "This kind of love spell is compared with the amount of love. If the love spell used, 10 marks as maximum as a scale. With the amount of love that I have for you, I would be in that amount of pain."

Ning Qing's long lashes drooped down forcefully, and she closed her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"If I would have told you, what would you have done?" the man asked her instead.

Ning Qing did not know.

The love spell was a form of poison between lovers. In other words, if she had turned into his poison, what would she do?

She did not dare to think.

From the start, no matter how many people objected to them, she held his hand tight. She worked hard to go through all the obstacles, and she tried to match the pace of his footsteps.

She believed it when she said that they were in love with one another

As long as they were still in love with another.

But if he was under the love spell, what was she going to do?

She had not seen him in pain before, but when she looked at him having the stubborn attitude towards her, the illness was probably very serious. If the love he had for her was rated as a ten, then maybe…she would let herself disappear.

They could not be in love, and she would retreat. As long as he lived on healthily, everything was fine.

Lu Shaoming dried the last bunch of hair as he curled it in his fingers. He suddenly realized that the woman's small shoulders were shaking. He lowered his gaze to look. The woman had buried her small face deep in his thighs as she sobbed.

Lu Shaoming was shocked. He put down the hairdryer quickly and parted all of the hair that was covering her cheeks. He then cupped her small, palm-sized face in his hand. "Wifey, what is wrong? Why do you shed your tears so easily. Don't you even need to stir up your emotions at all?"

The woman buried herself deeper into his thighs, not allowing him to touch her.

Lu Shaoming did not have any other plans. He used one of his arms as he cupped her small waist, and he took her in his embrace. Without his thighs blocking her, the woman's tiny hands were held into small fists. She rubbed her eyes to wipe her tears.

Lu Shaoming's entire heart felt soft. They all said that Little Qinwen resembled her. She looked exactly the same as his son as they cried.

"Okay, Wifey. Stop crying, okay? Everything has passed. Our lives can go back on their normal paths, right? It doesn't hurt anymore. In the future, I will accompany Wifey to the ends of the Earth."

He used his calloused thumbs to wipe the tears on her face.

He knew that he could not let her know about it. If she knew from the start that he was under the love spell, she would spend every day using her tears to wash her face.

Silly girl.

She was in that much pain, and that made him in pain also.