My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing rushed back home. She greeted Auntie Yang and pushed the bedroom door open.

Lu Shaoming was standing at the side of the bed. The man had not removed his black suit yet, but he only undid the button, exposing his clean white shirt he wore underneath. Little Qinwen finished bathing and was lying down on the bed.

Ning Qing threw her small clutch that she held in her hands onto the sofa, and ran forward hurriedly. She sat on the side of the bed and lifted her hand to pick up Little Qinwen, "Shaoming, what is wrong with Little Qinwen? Does his stomach still hurt?"

Lu Shaoming did not answer her because the woman did not want him to answer. He turned his gaze sideways to look at the woman's attractive pink lips plastered on his son's small white face. That small hand was caressing his son's stomach and was massaging him in a clockwise direction. Her voice was extremely gentle as she pitied him. "Little Qinwen, does your stomach still hurt or not? Let Mama massage you for a while. You must have missed Mama, right? It is all Mama's fault. In the future, Mama will go to work less, and I will accompany our Little Qinwen more, okay?"

Little Qinwen was done playing. He was picked up by Auntie Yang just to go bathe. At this moment, he was extremely comfortable on the bed. Mama carried him, and both his hands and legs were hanging on Mama's body, like a little octopus. He used his small head to nudge Mama's fragrant chest, and he closed his eyes as he acted cute.

"Mama….it hurts hurts…. Carry me carry…"

Ning Qing's entire heart softened. Lu Shaoming was taking care of their son recently. She was busy with the red wine competition, and she had no time to take care of her son, and she was very regretful.

"Okay, Mama will carry you." Ning Qing lay down on the bed, and she opened her arms up to hug Little Qinwen. She used one hand to pat his back, and Little Qinwen closed his eyes, about to fall asleep.

Lu Shaoming looked at the sleep posture of the small woman. She was lying diagonally on the bed. Her extremely slim waist was bent in, and her S line was exposed.

Because Little Qinwen tugged the thin black sweater that she was wearing, the sweater was rolled upwards, which exposed her fair skin on her flat waist. The extreme difference between the black and white provoked his gaze.

Lu Shaoming went forward and kneeled on the bed. His deep, charming voice was by Ning Qing's ear as he said, "Our son is fine. He only misses you…"

He touched her waist.

After he touched her, Ning Qing ducked away quickly. The moment she moved, Little Qinwen in her embrace opened his eyes. She panicked and pushed him before saying, "What are you doing? Little Qinwen is not feeling well. Don't…"

He was still in the mood when their son was not feeling well?

Lu Shaoming was in the heat of the moment. Their son did not miss her. He missed her.

Her small hand was not powerful at all. She pressed him, and his large hand was still able to do as it wished. He bent down and pressed half his body against hers. He was forceful and made her unable to breathe while he brushed his thin lips against her pink cheeks.

Ning Qing's small face was bright red. Her white teeth bit down on her pink bottom lip. She did not dare make a sound to wake Little Qinwen up, and she punched Lu Shaoming.

The man lifted his head up and gave her a forceful kiss on her small cheek. His voice was hoarse and deep as he softly murmured, "I will go and take a shower."

He got off of her.

He walked past her, and went in the direction of the washroom. Ning Qing's small face was blushing red as she glanced at him. He removed the black suit he was wearing, and while he walked he lifted his hand to undo the buttons on his shirt, his Adonis belt was visible as it dipped into his metal belt, and his firm expression was even more mesmerizing in the glow of the night.

Ning Qing had a brief glance and did not dare look anymore. In her peripheral vision, she saw him remove his luxury watch before entering the washroom.

She looked at Little Qinwen who'd fallen asleep in her embrace. She felt something was amiss. She actually rushed back to look at her son. She had yet to say much to him, and he had fallen asleep already, and it was actually Lu Shaoming who could not help but pounce on her.

Ning Qing's heart became suspicious. She was unsure if she had been tricked.

This man…

As she pondered silently in her heart. The bathroom door opened a few minutes later. There was a gust of cold air. He had always used cold water to shower, and the sound of footsteps came close, and her feet were touched.

She wanted to struggle, and the man pressed her. "Don't move!"

She turned her gaze back to have a look. That man bent his waist down, and there was a bath towel around his waist. His bare upper torso was toned and handsome. There was no piece of loose fat on his tight muscles, and the 6 packs on the man's abdomen was very elegant.

He took her crystal shoes in his hands, and it turned out that he wanted to remove her shoes for her.

He brushed his calloused fingers across her soft soles, and Ning Qing hesitated and shrunk her feet back quickly as if she'd been electrocuted.

He was laughing softly, and there was a dent in one side of the bed. The healthy and crisp scent on the man's body had a scent of shower gel on it as it invaded her senses.

"Put our son inside." He came from the back as he lowered his volume.

Ning Qing's long lashes that were like a butterfly's wings were fluttering very hard. She knew that she could not escape it. She obediently tried to carry Little Qinwen back in, but it was of no use. The moment she moved, Little Qinwen was like a little octopus as he plastered himself onto her.

Little Qinwen was really too professional. Daddy asked him to ask Mama for a hug, and he did not dare to be lazy even when he was sleeping.

Ning Qing lowered her voice and negotiated with him. "Hubby, I can't. Little Qinwen is sticking to me."

Lu Shaoming's large hand came out from her sweater, and he straightened his body to look at Little Qinwen. His son was hugging Mama too tight, and they were unable to be separated.

"Hubby, forget about it tonight. Our son is around. It is not convenient. Furthermore, I have to make a call to Xiao Zhou and the rest. We just reached the hotel. We just had dinner…"

He had rushed her on the phone, and she came back in a hurry.

To be polite, she should make a call to them to explain the situation.

Ning Qing had yet to finish speaking. Her small head was cupped up by a large hand. The man took the pillow cover from the pillow she was lying on and brought it over Little Qinwen's face.

Ning Qing was taken aback. She closed her eyes anxiously, and her entire being softened.

"Have you eaten? If you have something to say, say it later. Control your hunger. After I am full, I will feed you then, and I will cook noodles for you personally, okay?"

He pinned her small face with his rough hands, and kissed her forcefully. "Babe, I missed you so much…"

…

Ning Qing went to the bathroom to shower, and when she came out of the bathroom, she took a dry towel in her hands, and was casually drying her hair.

Lu Shaoming sat on the bed, wearing grey silk pajamas. There was a belt tied lazily around his waist while both of his long legs were placed horizontally. He leaned his handsome back lazily on the bed, and he had a cigarette in his left hand as he smoked.

In the fog, Ning Qing could see his squinted eyes. He lifted his head slightly as he spat a mouthful of smoke. There was a large patch of sun kissed skin on his chest that was exposed, and his wild and cruel aura had not dissipated completely.

Ning Qing's earlobes turned red again. Little Qinwen was already nine months old now, and she still would be mesmerized with his mature aura on Lu Shaoming's body.

She turned her gaze sideways to have a look. Little Qinwen was already placed in the baby cot and was sleeping quietly.

He said that after Little Qinwen was a year old, he would have to sleep in a room of his own.

Ning Qing was not surprised. His child rearing methods were all good.

Her sweater, jeans, and bra were strewn on the carpet. His bath towel was also thrown there. Her face and ears were red, and she calmed her breathing before she bent down to pick it up.

He did not do much housework in the house. After he was comfortable, he would be lay back on his bed lazily as he smoked, and it was always her who tidied up the mess.

This scene, she could not let Aunty Yang see it.

Ning Qing picked up all the clothes on the floor and placed them at the side of the sofa. At this moment, a large hand came over. He pinned her slim wrist with great force. When she wasn't paying attention, she fell directly onto the side of the bed and into the man's embrace.

She wanted to move, and the man's muscular arm pinned her soft waist. As if he did not get enough just now, he pinched it twice, unwilling to let go of it. That hand that pinched a cigarette stubbed the finished cigarette into the ashtray, and he cast his gaze sideways. He spat all of the smoke in his mouth onto her small face. "Try and bend your waist down to grab clothes again? Do you want to squeeze me dry?"

The woman that was wearing his white shirt, and when she bent her waist down, she exposed a little of her beauty.

Ning Qing's small face was crimson red. She…she did not mean it that way. Even though she was not being careful and let him see it, the man would lust after her anyway. He would also not…

Aiya, what was he thinking inside his mind?

Ning Qing changed the topic. Because she had just taken a shower, her small face was like the white of a boiled egg. It was supple and moist. She looked at him, and with a coy, sweet voice, she said, "In the future, you should smoke less in front of Little Qinwen. Second hand smoke is very harmful."

Lu Shaoming stretched his hand to pinch her small face. He came over and pecked her maroon lips. "Sorry Wifey, I will take note."

"Okay." Ning Qing nodded her head.

He kissed her for a moment before he let her go. He stretched his hand to snatch the towel in her hands, then onto his thighs. His gaze pointed towards a bowl of noodles on the bed stand, and he used the towel to wipe her hair. "I made these noodles for you. Eat them while they are still hot."

Ning Qing cast her gaze sideways. While she was bathing, he had quickly gone into the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles.

She used both of her small hands to hold the bowl. It was shredded chicken with vegetables. The noodles were soft and thin. The soup was delicious, and there were some spring onions sprinkled on the top. It looked and tasted good.

Ning Qing had a gentleness in her eyes. She used one small hand to hold her chopsticks. She turned her head to give the man a kiss on his handsome face. "Thank you, Hubby."

Lu Shaoming enjoyed this kiss very much. He gently wiped her hair and ordered her, "Eat slowly. Be careful, it's hot."

"Oh." Ning Qing took the chopsticks, and took a few noodles past her small cherry like lips. She chewed slowly with her white teeth, and she looked elegant as she ate.

"Woo, Hubby, the noodles are delicious. You are really good at cooking."

He seldom did chores and rarely went into the kitchen, but his culinary skills were really good; it was delicious!

Lu Shaoming looked at his young wife's satisfied expression, and he slowly curled the corners of his lips up. He went by her ear as he bit her gently. "Wifey, in the future, after you feed me first, I'll make you full."

Ning Qing shrunk her small shoulders as she ducked away from him. She lifted her eyebrows up. She was displeased as she said, "Lu Shaoming, don't think that I don't know. Little Qinwen did not have a stomach ache at all. You purposely said that to fool me to come home."

As she spoke, Ning Qing grazed his nose with her hand. Her voice was soft and coy as she sweetly said, "Lu Shaoming, you are 33 years old this year. You are not even embarrassed to use Little Qinwen to lie?"

Lu Shaoming was really not embarrassed. He wrapped his hand around hers. He lowered his gaze as he kissed her white fingertips. "Wifey, if I didn't fool you like that, would you have come back?"

Ning Qing realized that this man had really thick skin. She took her small hand back, and she lifted her eyebrows up. "Don't make a fuss! I still have to finish my noodles," she said seriously.

He hugged her from behind and placed his firm jaw on her small shoulders as he nudged her. "Is it good? Feed me a mouthful."

"Ok." She obediently picked a few strands of noodles to feed him.

The man took a bite from her small hand. The bowl and chopsticks in her hands were snatched away, and her entire body was held in his embrace.

Ning Qing's small, exquisite face was like a steamed prawn. She looked at the man who was gazing at her. His meaning was, he wanted her to eat the noodles in his mouth.

Ning Qing: "…"

When she was pressed down by him so dominatingly, Ning Qing let out a shriek as she looked at the piping hot noodles on the bed stand. She knew that she was fated to be unable to eat the bowl of noodles in peace tonight.