My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Lu Shaoming looked at her small head that was looking downwards, and he did not know how to respond.

 They both froze for a moment, and Lu Shaoming furrowed his and said, “Ning Qing, why are you here? It is cold outside today; I will have the chauffeur bring you back…”

 The word “home” was stuck in his throat, and he was unable to say it because Ning Qing took two sudden steps forward and embraced him.

 Lu Shaoming froze entirely.

 Ning Qing placed her small face on his wool sweater. The man was dressed in a black wool sweater with a pair of khakis. His warmth radiated through the wool sweater. The soft goat-cashmere material was on her face, and it was very comfortable. She buried her tiny face on his chest and had a sniff. It was the clear and crisp scent that she was mesmerized by.

 She was gentle and hoarse as she said, “Lu Shaoming, I have already forgiven you. I was thinking just now, if you can open the door to look for me, then I would not be angry with what happened last night. I was counting down in my heart, 1,2,3. When I counted to 2 and you still did not open the door, I was counting two and a half, two and a quarter, I thought you would definitely open the door.”

 “I was also waiting for you to apologize to me just now, but you didn’t say anything. It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize, Lu Shaoming; I have forgiven you.”

 But he did not get to do so, because Ning Qing ducked sideways to avoid him.

 Zhou Dayuan froze.

 From the first time they had met in the United Kingdom, they had good impressions of one another. They had a weird sense of kinship, and Ning Qing saw him as an older brother, wanting to pair him up with Jian Han.

 But she was now rejecting his help.

 Zhou Dayuan channelled his gaze downwards. He knew that this was a good girl who was smart and quick witted. His actions just now were stopping her and Lu Shaoming, and she was sensitive enough to catch that.

 Ning Qing ducked away from Zhou Dayuan. She lifted her gaze to look towards Lu Shaoming. The tears in her eyes were like a chain of broken pearls as they rolled down her face. Her pink lips moved. She wanted to call him hubby. She wanted him to help her up. In the end…she did not say anything.

 Because when Lu Shaoming met her gaze, he turned sideways to duck away from her.

 Leng Zhiyuan looked at Ning Qing’s small hand. She had guilt in her eyes as she said, “Oi, are you okay? I only wanted to push you away just now. I wanted you to distance yourself from him. I didn’t really want to harm you. How are you so weak? You would fall with a single tap; I am amazed.”

 Ning Qing withdrew her gaze. She knew that she looked dishevelled sprawled on the ground after falling, and she was like a clown in front of the three people.

 These three people did not welcome her.

 The palm of her hand did not hurt anymore. She supported herself with her two small hands but struggled as she tried to do so.

 But when she tried to get up, she felt her head spin. Her body has not been too fit recently. The green grass field in her vision turned black, and she could not see.

 Why was she not able to see again?

 Ning Qing was in shock as she did not dare to blink her eyes. Her black irises moved, and it was night-black.

 She fell back down to the grass, and she shut her eyes in shock.

 “Ning Qing….” Zhou Dayuan saw her small, burning face turn deathly pale. He wanted to stretch out his hand to help her up. “Where do you not feel well?”

  Lu Shaoming saw the girl that was sitting on the grass patch was not behaving normally, and he wanted to go forward.

 But at this moment, there was a sound of a car braking. A luxury sedan stopped, and two people stepped out from the passenger’s seat. It was Song Yajing and Yin Shuiling.

 Yin Shuiling saw that Ning Qing was seated on the floor and ran forward immediately, “Ning Qing, what is wrong with you? Did you fall? Get up quickly.”

 She heard Yin Shuiling’s voice. Ning Qing opened her eyes, and Yin Shuiling’s exquisite face was in front of her. She could see now.

 Ning Qing heaved a sigh of relief. It must have been her imagination just now; she did not lose her vision.

 It was great.

 Yin Shuiling helped Ning Qing get up, then looked at Lu Shaoming. Her tone was fierce as she said, “Young Master Lu, what do you mean by this? Your wife fell down in front of you! Can’t you help her up? Ning Qing has a 41 degree fever. It is so cold in the winter, and you let her lay on the ground?”

 “Shuiling.” Ning Qing tugged on Yin Shuiling’s shirt sleeve and softly said, “Forget it.”

 “Forget it? Ning Qing, aren’t you angry? I am furious looking on… Eh, What is wrong with your hand?” Yin Shuiling held Ning Qing’s small hand and said, “Why is your hand hurt like this. Young Master Lu…”

 In Ning Qing’s peripheral vision, she saw black shadow fly by, and Lu Shaoming had already turned around and entered the villa.

 At this moment, Yin Shuiling exploded with anger. She wanted to give chase, and she said, “Young Master Lu…”

 “Shuiling.” Ning Qing used strength to hold onto Yin Shuiling. Her face was pale as she shook her head. “Shui Ling, don’t make a fuss. I am begging you.”

 Yin Shuiling was extremely furious. She held onto Ning Qing’s hand and brought her away from the villa. “Let us go back, don’t stay here, they don’t welcome you here. Ning Qing, men become more wicked as you pamper them. You leave him alone for a couple days and see whether he comes to look for you. Quick, go back into the car. I will help you handle the wound on your hand.”

Song Yajing witnessed everything that had transpired. She could not believe what was happening before her own eyes. Was this still her son?

 She lifted her feet to walk into the villa, and when she reached the door, Zhou Dayuan blocked her from entering. “Aunt.”

 Song Yajing was in a bad mood as she glared at him. “Why can’t I enter this villa despite the fact that I am his mother?”

 Zhou Dayuan: “…”

 Song Yajing walked into the villa, and Lu Shaoming was standing at the stairs. With one hand, he was holding onto one of the steps for support. The other was placed on his heart, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together because of pain.

 The next second, his mother’s stern chiding came into his ears. “Lu Shaoming, what are you plotting exactly? What do you want? Tell me clearly. If you want to divorce Qing Qing, sure. We will sign the divorce agreement.”