My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

For a moment, the charity hall was silent, and everyone looked at Ning Qing.

Ning Qing was the subject of everyone’s attention, they were gazes full of… Pity, Compassion.

She was the wife. She was pregnant and had just won the hearts of the people. She had beaten her mother-in-law, but what was this about? Lu Shaoming and Zhou Zhilei were together.

Song Yajing and Kong Lan looked at Ning Qing contemptuously and provocatively. Yin Shuiling couldn’t help but blurt out, “What the f*ck, Ning Qing. What kind of man have you found?”

Ning Qing looked at the man who was so handsome she couldn’t look away. One second, two seconds. Then turned around calmly.

Without a word, she turned and left.

“Director Ning, don’t you want to say anything?” a reporter asked.

Ning Qing’s footsteps did not stop. She gracefully curved her lips. “No. If you want to ask, you should ask Young Master Lu. Everything depends on what he says. I don’t have any opinions.”

The crowd gasped.

Ignore Song Yajing?

The Lu family has no gate without him?

He, Lu Shaming, is the noble family?!

These three sentences were really too rampant, too grandiose, too domineering.

Song Yajing had nothing to say. She was so furious that she could vomit blood.

“And that Zhou Zhilei… I went to find you after I got out of the airport, but I was told that you were here, so I came here immediately, but I met her at the door. She stuck to me like a piece of gum, so there was a scene in the hall. Okay, I know you’re angry. I won’t let her touch me in the future. Never, alright?”

The crowd were speechless.

Was it really appropriate to use a piece of gum to describe the granddaughter of the king of the world’s greatest winery?

Zhou Zhilei was appalled. Her blood boiled with fury.

After his explanation, Ning Qing was moved. Actually, she hadn’t doubted him, but she was still a little aggrieved. He already knew that she was his wife, but that night, he had disappeared from Tea Pavilion Villa after being so eccentric towards her for a whole week. She had missed him so much.

The baby in her belly missed him too.

Although the baby still does not understand, uh… She has decided that her baby would miss him too.

But he was sticking to Zhou Zhilei as soon as he appeared. She had nothing to do with the Korean Oppa before, but he was so jealous.

He wasn’t thinking about her at all.

Ning Qing threw a tender little punch at him, but every part on the man was so hard. It hurt only her little hand. She pushed him tearfully and said, “Let me go, you stay away from me. The person who bullied me is you! You smell of other women’s perfume. It smells terrible. I’m about to throw up.”

Seeing her emotionally agitated and saying that she wanted to throw up, Lu Shaoming frowned, let go of her, raised his hands in surrender, and repeatedly coaxed, “Okay, I’ll let go. Don’t be agitated. Be careful of the baby…”

With that, Lu Shaoming sniffed the right arm that Zhou Zhilei had been hanging onto, and there was indeed a faint fragrance of perfume on his shirt. Zhou Zhilei was used to wearing perfume.

“Ning Qing, let’s go home, and then I’ll take a shower and change my clothes. You endure it for a while.” He reached for her shoulder.

Ning Qing stepped back and refused to let him touch her.

Lu Shaoming had no more ideas. He looked at the sparkling fountain. “Ning Qing, since you dislike me so much, shall I jump down and wash the smell off?”

Ning Qing did not hear clearly. What?

Lu Shaoming did not hesitate. He raised his foot and stepped on the steps of the fountain. He was about to jump inside.

The crowd was flabbergasted. Young Master Lu, are you for real? You’re going to jump just like that?

“Hey, Lu Shaoming!” Ning Qing responded, quickly tugged at the man’s sleeve, and stared at him with her delicate puffed cheeks. “What are you doing?”

Lu Shaoming raised his sharp brows, he knew that she could not bear him.

He reached out and clasped her little hand, touched her little face with another big hand, and said happily, “Ning Qing, not ignoring me anymore? Not angry anymore?”

Ning Qing shook off his hand, and another layer of tender grievance flooded her autumn irises. She asked the question that had been suppressed in her heart, “Lu Shaoming, are you so kind to me now because of the child in my stomach? I know you’re unhappy. You can’t accept it, because you didn’t plan to marry me at all, but now that I’m your wife, you’re avoiding the problem.”

Lu Shaoming didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. When had he given her such a wildly inaccurate notion?

He reached into his pocket with his right hand, held the hard box in his palm and took it out.