My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

There was no news of Lu Shaoming.

Ning Qing turned her gaze back. She looked at the living room. Jian Han was seated on the sofa, and she was holding Little Qinwen in her arms as she played around with him.

Jian Han had her hair flowing down her face, and it blocked her small face, but she still looked pretty and pure. She could tell how much she liked babies. These past few days, she has been unable to let go of Little Qinwen. Her eyes were full of the natural motherly love that women naturally felt.

Ning Qing stepped forward. She sat beside Jian Han as she said, “Older Sister Jian, I can tell how much you like Little Qinwen. Older Sister Jian should also hurry up and give birth to one yourself.”

Jian Han’s smile on her lips froze for a moment. She turned her gaze sideways to look at Ning Qing and joked, “I also want to give birth to one, but I don’t know who to have one with.”

Ning Qing smiled brightly as she lowered her voice. “Of course, with Older Brother Dayuan.”

Jian Han froze yet again, and she was displeased as she glanced at Ning Qing. “Don’t speak nonsense. He and I…”

“Older Sister Jian, I have seen through it these past few days, Older Brother Dayuan disappeared together with Shaoming. You were unable to contact him, and you frequently looked at your phone as you daydreamed. Older Sister Jian, do you dare to say that you didn’t worry about Older Brother Dayuan, and you didn’t miss him?”

Her small face was cupped by the man’s two large hands. When she lifted her gaze, she saw his dark, sparkling eyes. He was looking at her with emotion in his eyes.

Ning Qing’s long lashes that resembled a butterfly’s wings fluttered for a while. She frantically shut her eyes as she received the man’s kiss.

He kissed her eyes.

His thin, warm, and gentle lips kissed her eyes lovingly and pitifully.

Ning Qing was at a loss. Two of her small hands slid down his shirt. She landed by his waist waist and firmly held the fabric. Her face was wet, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Wifey, don’t cry. I am back. In the future, I would not make you cry again.”

The tears in Ning Qing’s eyes flowed even more, and he went all the way down and kissed her red lips deeply.

Ning Qing lifted her head up, accepting his kiss. He kissed her very gently. He slowly attacked her and made her entirely smitten with him.

It was a miraculous thing to be kissing a person you loved. Ning Qing felt her entire body tremble. She went soft from head to toe. Her sparkling toes were curled up, and she allowed him to kiss her.

After a long kiss ended, Lu Shaoming placed his forehead on hers. The man’s large, rough palm wrapped around her small face, and his fingers brushed against her beautiful tender beck. He was sighing. His thin lips were still on her red lips. He shut his eyes as he called her, “Wifey.”

Ning Qing replied in a blur. She moved her small head wanting to escape his large hand. Her soft voice had coyness in it as she said, “Who is your wifey?”

She would not forgive him.

When he said that she was his wifey, she was.

When he said that she wasn’t, then she was nothing at all.

It was so easy for him to ask her to come when he pleased and chase her away when he did not want her anymore.

Hmph!

Lu Shaoming opened his eyes to look at her, he wanted to speak, but at this moment, the main doors of the villa opened up. “Shaoming, Shaoming, are you back already?”

Ning Zhenguo and Yue Wanqing ran out excitedly.

Ning Qing quickly pushed him away. Lu Shaoming stood up straight and looked at his parents-in-law. He called out, “Dad, Mum, I am back.”

Yue Wanqing had Little Qinwen in her arms. She was emotional, and tears flowed down her face. “Shaoming, what exactly has been going on? You met with accidents non stop. Thank god the Heavens have blessed you, and you managed to emerge unscathed after all. I hope that you will not end up in any more trouble. Dad and Mum are unable to withstand it any longer.”

“Mum, don’t worry — there won’t be a next time.”

“That would be good.”

Little Qinwen in Yue Wanqing’s arms saw his Daddy. H gurgled in laughter. His tiny little hands were dancing in the air messily, and his body tumbled towards Lu Shaoming. He was saying, “Carry… carry..”

Everyone heard what he was saying and broke out into immediate laughter. Yue Wanqing was displeased. “Look, Grandmother has looked after you for so long, but we are still not as close as compared to you and your father. Once Daddy comes back, our Little Qinwen wants Daddy to carry him.”

Lu Shaoming went forward, and he welcomed a little, soft, fragrant bundle in his embrace.

“Little Qinwen.” He lowered his gaze as he kissed his son.

Jian Han looked at the family of five that were reunited again. She felt happy for them inside her heart. At this moment, her phone rang. She received a text message.

She tapped it open to have a look. It was a message from Zhou Dayuan.

[Where are you?]

Her heartbeat accelerated, and did not know how to reply to him at the moment.

At this moment, she received another message. [I am outside the villa, come out.]

Jian Han lifted her head as she looked out. He…was outside now?

“Young Master Lu, Ning Qing, Uncle, Aunty, I congratulate all of you as you are all reunited with one another once again. I have something else to handle; I have to go.” Jian Han bid farewell.

Ning Qing did not bear to part with her, and Yue Wanqing also tried to persuade her to stay, “Older Sister Jian, stay and have dinner with us.”

“I wish I could. I have to go. I will make another visit to you all next time.” Jian Han declined while she made her exit.

The entire family stood by the door to send Jian Han off. After Jian Han’s back profile disappeared from view, Yue Wanqing smiled and said, “Shaoming, let’s go. Let’s go back home. Mum will go into the kitchen to make another two other dishes. We will celebrate your return.”

…

Yue Wanqing quickly made a whole table full of dishes. They looked and smelled delicious. An amber light shone in the dining room. The entire family sat at the dining table to enjoy dinner.

Little Qinwen sat in his baby stroller. Ning Qing took two grains of white rice and fed them to him. Her voice was soft and sweet as she said, “Little Qinwen, Mama will feed you two grains of rice; see if it tastes good.”

Little Qin Wen’s tiny yet chubby hands were busy with his toy airplane. He did not lift his head. His tiny mouth was toothless. He moved around for a moment, and he was trying to speak.

Ning Qing looked at her son with a full heart. At this moment, her tiny head was clasped by a large hand. “Let Little Qinwen play for a while. You have to eat, otherwise the food will get cold,” said Lu Shaoming, who was sitting beside her.

Ning Qing turned her head. He was very close to her. Her small face brushed the collar of his white shirt. She lowered her gaze. There was a piece of sweet and sour ribs in her small bowl — he had put it there.

Ning Qing felt sweet inside her heart. She lowered her head and obediently started to eat her rice.

Yue Wanqing looked at how the two of them were so loving with one another. She nodded her head in satisfaction and said, “Qingqing, Shaoming, Little Qinwen is extremely happy to see his daddy return. Let him sleep with the two of you tonight.”