My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing was listening on quietly, and she did not reply. She withdrew her small hand and placed it on her abdomen. Her long lashes that resembled a butterfly’s wings were silently closed together, and she was obediently drinking the water that Yin Shuiling was giving her.

 The cup of water was empty in a moment. She had a high fever of 41 celsius, and she was badly dehydrated.

 “Ning Qing, do you still want to drink more?”

 Ning Qing shook her head, and there was a hint of hoarseness in her weak and frail voice as she said, “I don’t want to drink anymore. Shuiling, let me sleep for a while more.”

 “Okay.” Yin Shuiling helped Ning Qing lie down, then covered her with the blankets.

 Her soft, tiny figure was curled up in the blankets, and her back was facing Yin Shuling as she slept. Yin Shuiling felt her heart ache for her as she looked on. She did not cry or make up a fuss after she woke up, and she did not even speak. She hid away all of her sadness and discomfort inside the depths of her heart, and she became very silent.

 She was originally a bright and positive character, and now, it seemed like she was deeply hurt.

 “Of course I am not satisfied with a person just like Young Master Lu! Just because of one woman, you are willing to give up your own life. I seriously suspect both your intelligence and competence.”

 Zhou Dayuan listened to their conversation, and he slowly started to smile. Sometimes, he felt that this Leng Zhiyuan who was opposite him was still pretty cute. She actually dared to speak to Lu Shaoming like that, and she was definitely the first person to do so.

 Lu Shaoming chaneled his gaze down, and he was elegant as he continued to cut his steak. His face was calm as he said, “Miss Leng, calm your anger. No matter how unsatisfied you feel towards me, you want to take revenge. You still need me.”

 “You!” Leng Zhiyuan slammed her hand on the dining table.

 Zhou Dayuan was planning to eat the fried egg, and this slap of hers made the entire table shake, making the milk in his glass spill onto the fried egg.

 …

 Lu Shaoming turned his gaze sideways to look at him before lifting up his eyebrows to look. He meant — What a joke!

 Zhou Dayuan: “…”

 Leng Zhiyuan suddenly stood up, then she knocked over the dining table, and it fell on the floor. “Since that is the case, then I will be making the first move.”

 She walked towards the direction of the door.

 Four bodyguards were standing by the door, and Lu Shaoming lifted his eyes to give them a look. The bodyguards immediately stretched out their arms to stop Leng Zhiyuan. “Miss Leng, you cannot leave.”

 Leng Zhiyuan gave them a look. “You’re trying to block me?”

 Leng Zhiyuan grabbed their arms with the speed of lightning, and with a smack, she fractured a bodyguard’s bones. The bodyguard did not have any time to react, and Leng Zhiyuan threw him over her shoulder. She had directly thrown the bodyguard to the floor.

 The three bodyguards came together, and Leng Zhiyuan made use of her long thighs. The strength in her thighs did not lose to a man’s. They were long and straight, and they had immense strength. She directly threw the three bodyguards on their chests.

 A chain of shouts rang out. Zhou Dayuan looked over with a plain expression. He smiled and said, “With her leg, she has smashed all of these people’s chests. Her skills are both quick and cruel.”

 Lu Shaoming had a handsome frown on his face as he placed the knife and fork down on the table. He used the napkin to wipe the corners of his lips before he slowly asked, “Miss Leng, are you done kicking up a fuss?”

 Leng Zhiyuan placed her leg down, and she stood up straight. Her short black t-shirt made her figure look even more lithe, the professional secret agent had a really curvy behind. She walked confidently over to Lu Shaoming and placed one small hand behind his sculpted shoulders. She then bend down and smiled as she said, “Young Master Lu, I am still not done making up a fuss. What do you want to do? Should we fight?”

 Every single word from the woman was very slow and calm, and it was easy to see the meaning behind her words. Zhou Dayuan could not help but burst out into laughter.

 Lu Shaoming had a frown on his face, and he had a displeased expression as he glanced at Zhou Dayuan.

 Zhou Dayuan shrugged his shoulders as he said, “Shaoming, she just challenged you. Don’t be courteous; fight!”

 Lu Shaoming’s head hurt, and all of this…

 He closed his eyes, then opened them. His line of vision unintentionally scanned outside the window, and the grass patch outside the window had a white figure on it.

 Lu Shaoming’s eyes contracted.

 Ning Qing was dressed in a white winter coat. There was a pink wool hat on her head, and her small, exquisite face was covered up well. It was extremely cold outside, and when she took a breath in and exhaled, a small puff of white fog came out from her small, pink mouth.

 She was on the grass patch, and she was channelling her gaze towards him.

 It was only then that Lu Shaoming recalled that Leng Zhiyuan’s hand was still on his shoulder, and he moved, ducking away from her silently.

 When he opened his eyes again, that small figure outside the French windows had already disappeared.

 Lu Shaoming felt his heart sink. He stood up from the chair, and retreated through the dining room. He walked into the living room, and looked several times outside the window. But he just could not see the shadow of that girl anymore.

 “Shaoming, what are you looking for?” Zhou Dayuan asked.

 “Nothing important.” Lu Shaoming worriedly responded, and he felt a little flustered inside his heart. He did not do anything significant, but she had seen Leng Zhiyuan place her hand on his shoulder.

 He was afraid that she would misunderstand him.

 She was all alone just now. She looked tiny and frail, and she stood firmly by the window to look at him.

 She was so quiet. She did not speak, and she did not have any expression on her face.

 Lu Shaoming felt his body feel uncomfortable again. His senses told him that he should distance himself from her, but he had already started to walk. He went to the door and stretched out his hand to open it.

 Did she come all alone? Was she going back now?

 Did someone drive her over?

 He was very worried.

 He wanted to go out to look at her; even seeing her back-profile could make him feel relieved.

 The main doors of the villa were open, and there was a person standing by the steps outside the door. Ning Qing, who was dressed in a white winter coat, was standing outside the door.

 Lu Shaoming froze, and he did not expect that she had yet to leave.

 She was channelling her gaze downwards, and her long lashes that were like a butterfly’s wings were still as her eyes were closed. Hr small hands were placed in front of her body, and they were twisted with one another.