My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

They were stuck together for a long while before they separated. Lu Shaoming closed his eyes and calmed his body down.

He stretched out his hand to tidy her nightgown and carried her onto the bed. He turned around to get a tape measure and then went back to the bed again.

Ning Qing covered her chest with one small hand. Her small was burning. The skirt of the nightgown was a little short. It could not cover her safety shorts from the side, and she femininely tugged down on her skirt to cover it, not allowing him to look.

He only knew how to bully her.

The man was back. He probably rushed back. He was wearing yesterday’s clothes, and his white shirt was tucked into his trousers under his metal belt, and now one side of his shirt was squeezed out totally. He looked messy and wild.

She glanced downwards, and in her vision, she noticed that he was wearing a pair of well-tailored trousers. He had the strong scent of a mature man, and his long legs were bent in a cool, gentle arc. He was especially mesmerizing.

He bent his down and lifted her nightgown up again. “Lu Shaoming!” She was shy as she refused his advance.

Lu Shaoming lifted his gaze to look at him. He had a rogue smile on his lips and said, “Wifey, I want to measure your stomach. You’re rejecting me like this but with such welcoming actions. What are you reminding me of?”

Lu Shaoming did not show off. Culinary skills were not something that could be mastered in a day, and she was also picky with her food. She was not easy to take care of.

He took out the steak from the fridge. There was a seasoning packet inside. Lu Shaoming rolled up one of his sleeves and cast his gaze downwards to follow the instructions on the packet.

He lit the stove and heated the pan up. He opened the packaging calmly, and Ning Qing’s eyes were filled with small pink bubbles. He was naturally a high level harsh director. She didn’t expect him to come home and be able to keep calm in the kitchen. He was cool, collected, and precise with each step.

As people say; there is nothing that cannot be mastered, it’s only up to the person on whether he is willing to learn.

Ning Qing looked at his hand that was usually holding onto a fountain pen, and he was using it now to slowly fry the steak. He was cooking for her, filling her stomach, and feeding little Young Master Lu. This thought brought her much bliss.

Lu Shaoming took the gap while he was frying the steak and looked at the free-range chicken eggs on the glass counter. When he touched them, they were warm, and he took one egg out and slowly peeled it.

The egg that was peeled was passed to the girl, and he saw that her eyes were full of moisture. She was looking at him with admiration, Lu Shaoming straightened his body and put one hand in his pocket. He lifted his eyebrows saying, “Ning Qing, if you dare to use your eyes to seduce me again, then don’t blame me for not being courteous towards you.”

“What are you saying?” Ning Qing swung her legs that were in mid-air, and stretched out her small hand to receive the egg,. She took a small bite and pouted her lips looking wronged, then said, “My eyes need to be focused on you. I can’t control it. Hubby, did you not hear my eyes talking? Lu Shaoming, don’t seduce people like this, okay?”

He was actually the one seducing her.

This man was absolutely handsome.

Lu Shaoming curled his lips into a pampering smile. He has been alive for 31 years and had not heard anyone speak to him like that. He heard the girl’s cheeky words of love.

He could not help but stretch out his hand to squeeze her small face and say, ‘Ning Qing, if you are unable to control it, then I am willing to let you pounce on me.”

Ning Qing did not bother with him. She was pregnant; how would she pounce on him?

She used her small hands to split the egg into two. She ate yolk inside and gave the white to him. “Hubby, this is for you to eat.”

Lu Shaoming had a frown on his face. “You can’t even finish an egg, why are you so picky with your food?”

Ning Qing wanted to rebut him. She pointed towards her own stomach and was bold as she said, “Hubby, it is not me who is picky with food, but it is little Young Master Lu. Little Young Master Lu secretly told me something. He said, ‘Mama, I don’t like to eat egg whites. Have Daddy help finish them,’ so Hubby just have it.”

She was now looking for an excuse and was getting better and better at it.

Lu Shaoming was helpless. He went over and opened his mouth, and she put the egg white into his mouth.

The steak was ready quickly, Lu Shaoming dished the steak out and placed it onto a plate. He then used a knife and fork to cut the steak into small pieces.

The way the man cut the steak was very elegant. He lowered his gaze, and his focused look made his sculpture-like features even gentler. He did not button the top 3 buttons on his shirt, revealing masculine, sculpted collarbones.

Ning Qing was looking on, mesmerised. He brought the plate over and fed her the steak. “Is it good?”

Ning Qing chewed for a moment. The taste was delicious, and she was also hungry. She swallowed it quickly and was burnt in the process, so she used her small hand to fan herself. “It’s so good. I want more.”

Lu Shaoming fed her another piece, and looking at her sharp nose that was emitting sweat because of the heat, he said gently, “Eat slowly! No one is snatching it from you.”

As he spoke, he turned around to walk to the microwave. He took the warmed milk out of it, poured it into a cup, and gave her a mouthful of milk.

He was taking care of Ning Qing so well. She closed her eyes in contentment, and the man was still asking, “What do you still want to eat? Should I go make some pasta for you?”

“No.” Forget about noodles. He would have difficulty cooking them as it was still his first time cooking. “Hubby, I didn’t expect that you would be so good at cooking, even though it is your first time. Hubby is awesome, as expected!”

She was not stingy as she complimented him.

The man laughed and held onto her slim waist with a muscular arm. The milk was placed at the side of the glass counter. He bent down and puckered his lips. “Wifey, then should we kiss next?”