My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing was instantly speechless.

He had a meeting at six and that meant that he had to go to bed early and get up early, and he could obviously go to bed with Little Qinwen, but he had instead told her about his meeting.

What he wanted to convey was obvious. He disagreed!

Ning Qing looked down and ate as she scolded him in her heart. He was so bad. Controlling her so strictly after coming back for just one day.

She had to shoot, right?

In the past, when he lost his memory, she had also been filming. At that time, he would drive a long way to visit her workplace, and he would go to bed first by himself.

It was different now.

He would no longer spoil her that much anymore.

After dinner, Ning Qing brought Little Qinwen to take a bath but was stopped by Lu Shaoming. "Is it not considered night yet? Go quickly if you want to shoot the night scene."

"But can you bathe Little Qinwen?"

Lu Shaoming took a look at his son, who also looked at Daddy in confusion. The father and son looked at each other, turned their heads, and nodded at Mummy at the same time.

Ning Qing was amused by the super-tacit action of the father and son, and she decided to just let things be. She gave him some advice. "Shaoming, don't wash Little Qinwen's hair, lest you get water into his eyes. Just wash him with warm water."

The man didn't speak and went into the bathroom with his son in his arms.

Ning Qing cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks. "Shaoming, Little Qinwen listens to fairy tales before bed. Tell him one later."

…

The door of the room was closed. Lu Shaoming carried Little Qinwen in one arm and went to clean the bathtub with the other hand. The man loved to be clean. He cleansed the bathtub under the showerhead several times, then put warm water in it.

Grandma's bag was simply a treasure chest. Everything was inside: baby shampoo, shower gel, and moisturizing lotion. Lu Shaoming glanced at it all and took the shower gel.

Lu Shaoming stripped his son's clothes and put his small body in the water with his big hands. "Son, let's take a bath."

Little Qinwen did not obey, his two fair legs bent up, determined not to let his little feet touch the water. He looked at Daddy, then slowly extended his left hand to touch his small head.

Why don't you wash my hair, Daddy?

Lu shaoming raised his eyebrows and patiently explained, "Little Qinwen, Daddy is smart but lacks experience. Shampooing is a skill. If I am careless, you will get water and soap in your eyes and ears. Today, we will bathe directly."

Little Qinwen couldn't understand. He scratched his head with his little hands. Today, he had crawled and sweated a lot. His head itched.

His love of cleanliness was inherited from his daddy.

Lu Shaoming helplessly took him to grab the shampoo, then turned back to the bathroom.

"Son, let's staring washing." Lu Shaoming copied Ning Qing's posture, carrying him horizontally, then washed his hair with a small towel.

Little Qinwen's two little feet kick happily in the air. Daddy's hands weaved through his hair as gently as Mummy. Daddy's palms were bigger than Mummy's, two times bigger, so he was filled with a sense of security.

At this time, ah, my eyes hurt.

The soapy foam had gotten in his eyes.

Little Qinwen reached out to rub with his little hand instinctively, but it got worse with the rubbing. Oh no, it hurts so much. With a pout of his mouth, he began wailing.

At the sight of his son crying, Lu Shaoming panicked a little. "Sorry, baby, don't rub with your hands… Here, let Daddy wipe your eyes with a towel. Don't kick Daddy. Daddy will help you wash your hair."

Three minutes later, Lu Shaoming was done washing Little Qinwen's hair. He lifted Little Qinwen's tiny body. Little Qinwen was still sobbing and crying. He dared not open his eyes. His two rows of long eyelashes, which were as beautiful as Mummy's, fluttered and twinkled with grievance.

Both Mummy and Grandma had washed his hair comfortably, but Daddy caused him pain.

Lu Shaoming's heart ached. He reached out his finger to help him wipe away the tears hanging on his little face. He softly coaxed him, "Son, it's all Daddy's fault. Daddy's apologizing to you, alright? Don't cry. We are all little men. We shed blood, not tears, and Little Qinwen has to protect Mummy in the future."

Little Qinwen couldn't understand, but he heard "Mummy" and opened his eyes. His big watery eyes were sparkling more because of the wave of tears. Suddenly, he realized that the eyes did not hurt anymore.

"Hehe…" Little Qinwen was full of life again and giggled.

Lu Shaoming put him in the bathtub and he had a good time playing with the water.

Lu Shaoming stood up straight and breathed a sigh of relief. It had seemed easy to take care of a child, but in fact, it was not easy at all. He let his son play for a while and went to shower.

His handsome body stood in front of the bathroom counter as he lifted his hand to unbutton his shirt. After a while, the shirt came off, showing his tight and slender waistline. The white light in the bathroom shone on him, covering every inch of his malt skin with a healthy and attractive honey-like glow, dazzling anyone.

The legs of his pants were wet, but the man didn't care much. He lifted his hand and unbuckled his belt. The pants slipped his clothes off. He raised his long legs and stepped under the showerhead.

He was taking a cold shower. The cool little droplets splashed out. Some of them fell on Little Qinwen. Little Qinwen looked up.

Conscious of his son's gaze, Lu Shaoming squatted down, and with two fingers, he went to tease his son's soft chin. "What are you looking at, boy?"

Little Qinwen looked at a part on Daddy, and his gaze was stunned.

Lu Shaoming laughed. The deep corners of the eyes were crinkled, a special and mature charm that only a man his age had. "Son, don't look at it. You will have it in the future too. Daddy can only let mummy see it, alright?"

Little Qinwen covered his face quickly with both hands. Daddy is shameless.

…

After the father and son had taken a bath, Lu Shaoming slathered a layer of moisturizer on his son. Then he took a fairy tale book and held Little Qinwen's in his arms on the bed.

Lu Shaoming flipped through the book "Grimm's Fairytales" and found it very childish. He looked down at his son and asked in a low voice, "Son, which one do you want to hear?"

Little Qinwen gazed at the fairy tale book with big eyes and babbled. He stretched out his little finger and pointed to a random chapter. Lu Shaoming nodded. "Okay, this one it shall be."

Ning Qing rushed back to her room after shooting the night scene. When she entered the room, it was quiet. Her two favorite men were already asleep on the big bed.

Little Qinwen had a thin blanket on his stomach and was in a regular sleeping position. The man was half-naked and covered with a quilt around his V-line. He slept sideways with one arm still around Little Qinwen, giving his son a full sense of care.

A blissful smile shone on Ning Qing's face, and she quietly walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom was a mess. The shampoo scattered on the ground hadn't been cleaned. The man's clothes were strewn everywhere, and there were water stains. Ning Qing sighed that there was nobody else who could make the bathroom like this except the father and son.

Ning Qing cleaned everything up and took a bath.

After that, she took out the hairdryer and dried her hair.

She walked into the room, stood by the bedside cupboard, opened the lid of her night cream, squeezed a little bit into her palm, and patted it on her face.

As soon as she was done, her slender wrist was suddenly grasped. With a hard pull from the man, she fell directly into a warm, hard embrace.

She looked up in a panic and ran into the man's bright and charming black eyes. He grinned, tightened his embrace, and held her in his arms.

"Lu Shaoming, you're not asleep?"

Lu Shaoming grabbed her soft little waist and brought her between him and his son with ease. "I was, but you woke me up."

Then, he kissed her.

Ning Qing was frightened and turned around. She went to hold Little Qinwen and hummed. "Lu Shaoming, don't mess around. Your son is here. You wake him up if you can settle him."

Oh alright, she was using her son as a shield?

Lu Shaoming hugged her and embraced her firmly in his arms. He laughed. "Ning Qing, I'm going to mess around. You better not wake your son."

Ning Qing was pissed. What? He was too domineering.

"Wifey, turn around." He bent down to her snow-white earlobes and coaxed with endless charm in his mellow voice.

"No." Ning Qing refused. She had just taken a bath and her fair little face was so tender it would burst with a slight pinch. Her small pink mouth was very moist and delicious like cherries. Her small hand gripped the sheet tight. She said, "Don't you have a meeting tomorrow morning at six o'clock? It's almost 11 o'clock now. Go to bed."

With Little Qinwen in the room, they dare not speak loudly, which was very inconvenient.

Lu Shaoming stretched out his index finger to curl the beautiful hair that fell on her cheek. He bent over and sniffed it. The shampoo smelled good.

"Wifey, I can't sleep."

Ning Qing scooted forward, not letting him touch her, but her entire body had already been tormented to the point of fainting by his romantic action of sniffing her hair. A wronged and tender light fell into the beautiful eyes of the woman's autumn pupils. "Do you not have a meeting tomorrow morning? Lu Shaoming, you always lie to me."

At this time, her little fragrant shoulder was grasped. Her entire body was pulled over. The man put his right arm on her little head, then began to pull the blanket around his stomach to cover her small abdomen. His left thumb, and index finger reached out to pinch her dainty little nose that was like jade as he said in a pampering tone, "Why did I have to lie to you? Think about it. Other women with children are all waiting for their men to come home. My family is different. On the contrary, I work every day and do all this for you. Ning Qing, what else do you want?"

Ning Qing was immediately speechless. It was as if he had a monopoly on good points.

Lu Shaoming looked at the woman's soft, cat-like expression and was satisfied. He slowly lowered himself and kissed her.

Ning Qing immediately melted in his arms. The ambiance was too beautiful. She was placed in his arms steadily. His big rough palms slowly caressed her small face, giving her tenderness and love.

Under his handsome silhouette. Her senses were filled with the fragrance of shower gel on his body.

She slowly lifted her little hands that were holding the blankets and touched his strong arm. His arm was very hard. She drew her hand back as if she had been shocked, and went to hold his waist, which reminded her that he was not dressed.

Ning Qing turned her head sideways, not letting him entwine with her. She buried her flushed cherry cheeks in the pillow. "Why aren't you…wearing a shirt?"

Lu Shaoming was amused. He put out two fingers to clasp her tiny jaw and forced her to look at him. "I also want to know why I don't have a shirt. Where's my shirt? I'm to blame. Maybe I didn't earn enough money to support my wife, so my wife was too busy at work and forgot about me, and I don't even have pajamas."