Chapter 410
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.
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.