My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing waited for 5 minutes. Someone exited the villa. It was not Lu Shaoming, but it was an elegantly dressed luxurious woman. She had a delicate up-do, and looked to maintain herself well. Her face still showed signs of her beauty, and she seemed to be a belle in her youth. Ning Qing was momentarily nervous; this woman was probably Lu Shaoming’s mother. Her mother in law. Song Yajing.

 Song Yajing walked quietly to face Ning Qing. She did not open the door, but stood behind the door to look at Ning Qing. Her eyes did not seem to contain any hate or favour, and she only silently observed without warmth. Ning Qing felt that she was taken as a product in the supermarket and was scanned head to toe by a person.

 She felt a little uncomfortable, and a little nervous. She tried hard to present a warm and proper smile, and she said, “Mother, how are you? Our first meeting is a little abrupt. My name is Ning Qing, and I am Lu Shaoming’s wife.” Song Yajing had a green premium silk scarf on her, she tightened the scarf and replied in a sharp tone, “Miss Ning, how are you? It turns out that you are the wife that my son married in China.”

 The words, “The wife my son married in China,” were said to mean that she would not recognize Ning Qing as her daughter in law. She would not even open the door to let Ning Qing into the Lu family. So they could only speak like this, with one person behind the door, and the other outside. Ning Qing had predicted this would happen. Although her heart was in great pain, her smile did not change. “Mother, I know that Lu Shaoming and I got married too fast. In this period of time we also did not come to visit you or Father. These things are all my fault, I will try to respect and be filial to you two in the future. I will do well in the role of the daughter in law of the Lu family.”

 Song Yajing did not respond to her words. She could only question her further, “Miss Ning, do you know what kind of family the Lu family is?” Ning Qing wanted to answer, but Song Yajing did not even give her the chance to speak. She said, “Our Lu Corporation is the biggest conglomerate in the business sector today. My son Lu Shaoming is the 9th generation son of the Lu family. He debuted his first company Guang Qing on the market in Los Angeles when he was 16. Miss Ning, if you had such a family background, and such a son that made you so proud, how would you choose a daughter in law?”

 Ning Qing did not speak further because she knew that Song Yajing still had other words to say. “Miss Ning, I asked someone to check on your family background. Your father Ning Zhenguo managed a small company and he had many scandals. 3 years ago, he chased both you and your mother out of the house. Then you entered the entertainment industry, and struggled all the way until now. You fought with your stepmother, stepsister and were the subject of endless rumors. You even attracted many unlucky romantic interests. Miss Ning, solely based on your notorious name for yourself, do you think that makes you qualified to call me mother now?

 “The Lu family doesn’t need any family connections by marriage, but the daughter in law of the Lu family must be born of a wealthy family. She has to be elegant, reserved, and noble. Which of these requirements do you think you fulfil?

“Then who do you have feelings for?” Song Yajing questioned him. Lu Shaoming did not speak and he lifted his eyes to look outside the villa. There was no one there, and he also did not know what he was thinking about. Song Yajing saw his gaze land on the spot where Ning Qing was standing before. Her heart sank, and she said, “Shaoming, you should be clear on the daughter in law Mom wants. Your future wife will be the future matriarch of the Lu family! ”

 Lu Shaoming was silent for a few seconds and then gave a weak smile, “I know.” Song Yajing was relieved. This son of hers was smart beyond his years. He knew what he wanted from a young age, but she did not know what Ning Qing had given him to make him fall into a craze over her. She somehow got him to marry her.

 “It is good that you know. Mum wants to tell you about Zhi Lei…”

 Lu Shaoming turned to leave. “Mum, I still have work, I will go to the study.” Song Yajing was furious beyond words.

 Ning Qing stayed in a hotel in America for a night. She woke up very early in the morning. She called for a taxi to wait by the gates of the Lu mansion. Around 7am, the extended Lincoln left and Ning Qing used English to instruct the driver, “Follow that car.” After 15 minutes, the Lincoln stopped in front of a high end luxury shop. Ning Qing saw Lu Shaoming get out of the car. Ning Qing paid for the fare and also left the vehicle. There was bodyguard guarding the shopfront of the luxury shop. Ning Qing could not enter. She stood by the French windows to look at Lu Shaoming, who was inside.

 He probably came for an inspection. There were a bunch of well dressed businessmen behind him, and there was a subordinate beside him handing over a document to report something to him. He nodded his head plainly and occasionally and asked some questions. He walked inside and Ning Qing stood by the windows to follow his trail. Her eyes were wet, and her tears suddenly rolled down. She wanted to see him very much, and wanted to confirm that he was fine. How was the surgery in England? When he entered the operating room, did he think of her? Was he doing well now?

He wore a light green shirt with a grey sweater and black business trousers today. Although he was handsome as usual, Ning Qing knew that he’d lost weight again. During the operation, how much pain was he in? How much pain did he endure? But she did not know – she did not know about anything. He accompanied her for the New Year. She was so happy and even asked him to stay till the fifth day of the year before allowing him to leave. Was she such a cruel person? He ended his conversation very quickly. He sat on the maroon sofa by the sides of the French windows one muscular hand on the handle of the sofa, and he frowned as he massaged his temples.

 Ning Qing was only a small distance away from him – not even a meter. Although they were separated by the French windows, her pale hand slowly pressed on the glass, and she traced his outline on the glass, caressing it delicately. Hubby, her husband… He must not have fully recovered from the operation yet. He had a headache. He could not remember her. When he was thinking about the past that he could not remember, he probably had headaches like this.

 He probably seldom smiled, because the cold air on his body was even more distinct now, and looking at the stubble on his defined chin, this man, without his wife around, did not have anyone else to help him shave his moustache. Ning Qing used her hand to block her mouth. She was afraid that she would make a sound when she cried. She wanted to hug him badly, and wanted to smooth out the wrinkles on his forehead when he frowned like she did back in the past. She also wanted to tell him that nothing was wrong. There was no need to be scared. There was nothing to fear about having amnesia. You have protected me for so long, this time, let me protect you.

He turned his handsome hand slightly. Ning Qing slowly bent down and kissed his lips with the glass between them. Tears filled her eyes and she said in her heart : Lu Shaoming, wait for me, I will definitely find the path back home for you.