My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing stood up and sprinted over.

She knelt on the ground, wanting to hold Lu Shaoming, but dared not touch him. A large amount of blood was flowing from his forehead along the outline of his handsome jawline.

“Shaoming!” Ning Qing’s tears fell like beads from a broken thread, and her little hand trembled as she touched his cheek. “Shaoming, open your eyes and look at me.”

Hearing the girl’s call, Lu Shaoming opened his eyes with some effort.

Before Ning Qing could feel happy, Mu Yunfan, who had already gone mad, put his car in reverse. He stepped on the accelerator again and rushed towards them.

Ning Qing shrank back in terror and her small hand touched the ground, she touched a gun.

The gun Lu Shaoming had thrown away.

Ning Qing picked up the gun and slowly stood up, pointing the muzzle at the Mu Yunfan in the car.

When Ning Qing was crying bitterly, a strong arm wrapped around her soft waist, and she fell into a familiar warm embrace. “What are you crying for, fool?”

After a long coma, his voice was hoarse, but still mellow to the ear. His voice was so soft and so full of heartache.

Ning Qing froze in an instant. She turned around in a daze. Yes, the man she missed was standing in front of her.

“Shaoming, Shaoming!” Ning Qing cried even more. She threw herself into the man’s embrace and rubbed against him in a coquettish way. “Shaoming, are you awake? Don’t talk, don’t talk, if this is a dream, let me never wake up. *Sob*, Shaoming, I’ve missed you so much. I dream of you every night. You would hold me like this, but it would all disappear when I would open my eyes. You wouldn’t wake up so I could only cry.”

Lu Shaoming rubbed her hair in a pampering manner and bent down. He bit her lip gently and asked, “Does it hurt?”

“Yes, it hurts.” Ning Qing cried as she nodded, muttering with her pouted lovely pink lips.

But she felt that something was amiss after a little thought. She felt pain, which indicated that she was not dreaming.

Ning Qing raised her head slowly. Her eyes were sparkling with tears. She only dared to look at him timidly. She reached out and touched his handsome face. This feeling…

“Shaoming,” Ning Qing seemed alive again, her delicate small face burst out into a bright smile, jumping and bouncing around happily, at a loss, “Shaoming, is it you really, you’ve woken up? You’ve woken up!”

Ning Qing put two small hands around his neck and pulled him down. “Bite me again, please bite me again.”

Her soft and fragrant little body was buried in his arms, and Lu Shaoming’s entire heart felt so soft that he could hardly stand it. His little wife, a 20-year-old girl.

Lu Shaoming frowned, stooped and bit her lip again with some force. He asked softly, “Does it hurt this time?”

He was not willing to bite her, her lips were fragrant and soft, and he would feel weak in the knees when he bit her.

“Yes, it hurts.” Ning Qing kept nodding happily. She really wasn’t dreaming. Lu Shaoming was back.

Seeing the man trying to straighten up, Ning Qing quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and did not let go. She shook her head and said, shyly and sweetly, “No pain, no pain. Hubby, bite me again.”

“Hah.” Lu Shaoming laughed softly, clasped the back of her head with his hand and kissed her gently.

Ning Qing felt drunk, sweet in her mouth with bubbles in her heart. The man hugged her small petite waist and turned around. His strong body was against the wall, holding her in his warm arms. He blocked the cold wind for her; the man was a true gentleman.

“Shaoming, wait a minute. You just woke up. You’re still a patient. I’ll call the doctor to examine you.”

This term, “patient,” made Lu Shaoming raise his sharp brows. Why had she made him sound so weak? He bent down and picked the girl up horizontally.

“Ah!” Suddenly in the air, Ning Qing screamed and hugged the man’s neck.

“Shaoming, you should let me down. You are a patient now. You can’t carry me.”

Lu Shaoming put her on the bed with a knee on the sheet and rubbed her delicate jaw with a rough thumb. He opened his mouth and said, “Try saying the word patient again?”

Ning Qing’s little face was red – she just called him a patient. Why did he mind this word so much?

She rolled like a tender snowball in his arms, stretched out her slender arms and rang the alarm bell beside the bed.

Here comes the doctor.

…

The doctor examined Lu Shaoming’s body. He had no serious physical problems. The doctor asked him to have a good rest.

After the doctor left, Ning Qing placed a soft pillow behind him. He leaned comfortably on it. Ning Qing took off her shoes and climbed into bed. She lifted the blankets and nestled in his arms.

He had woken up at last. It was beautiful and unreal. Ning Qing was afraid that he would slip away like a dream again. She touched his charming face with her small hand and kept rubbing his stubblele with her lips.

Her lips felt pricked and itchy, and Ning Qing closed her eyes.

Seeing the girl attaching herself to him, Lu Shaoming pulled her into his arms, amused. He kissed her on the forehead and asked, “Has everything been dealt with – Mu Yunfan, the police station, and Grandma?”

Ning Qing opened her eyes, and her face was calm, but he could pick up a hint of melancholy. “Yes, your second brother and Secretary Zhu handled everything. The Mu family had sent someone to take Mu Yunfan. The police station found the murderer and declared that I was innocent. As this has all developed… Dad has been handling Grandma’s funeral, and it’s all settled.”

“Alright.” Lu Shaoming nodded. He knew that the girl was sad. Four lives had passed overnight and after everything with Mu Yunfan, she needed time to get over it.

Lu Shaoming changed the subject and asked softly, “Why, do you have a father again?”

Ning Qing heard the teasing tone in his words. She beat him lightly with her tender fist. She didn’t want to continue on this topic with him. She said with a delicate voice, “Shaoming, why did you sleep for eight days? I was so afraid every day when you were still asleep.”

The girl stretched out two small hands, holding out eight tender fingers to show him as she spoke.

She looked so distressed.

Lu Shaoming kissed her little face and laughed, “I had a long, long dream in which a little girl held a storybook and kept telling me stories. Her voice was so good that I didn’t want to wake up.”

Did he know that she was telling him stories?

What? So it was her fault that he only woke up now.

Lu Shaoming held the storybook on the bedside table in his hand. He flipped through a couple of pages and frowned. “Is this your hobby?”

This storybook was very old. It was full of love stories about men and women. Ning Qing loved to read it.

But this was obviously not interesting to the man; with his superior upbringing, it was probably his first time being exposed to such a book. His evaluation of the book was written on his face – vulgar.

“Give it back to me!” Ning Qing grabbed the storybook like it was her treasure. Her thin face flushed red as she muttered, “Don’t look down on this book, you’ve listened to it for eight-days and woken up to it.”

Looking at the girl hiding the storybook under her pillow, Lu Shaoming reached out to touch her head lovingly, but before he could touch her, his sight went black and he had a severe headache.

Lu Shaoming frowned and gently rubbed his temples.

As soon as Ning Qing turned around, she saw that the man was slightly in pain and tired. She was shocked. She held Lu Shaoming’s pale face in her two small hands and asked with concern, “Shaoming, what’s wrong with you and where does it hurt? Don’t frighten me.”

Lu Shaoming suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and held her in his arms. He kissed her delicate tender neck and laughed, “Can this trick you too? Look, I caught you.”

Ning Qing breathed a sigh of relief. She looked sideways and kissed the man’s charming sideburns. She said to him, displeased, “Shaoming, don’t frighten me like this next time. I’m so afraid that something will happen to you.”

“Alright.” Lu Shaoming nodded. “Rest assured, nothing will happen to me, I will always be with you. Ning Qing, I’m a little hungry. Go back and cook for me. I want you to cook for me personally.”

Hearing that he was hungry, Ning Qing quickly let go of him, she kissed his lips, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile. “Then wait for me obediently, Hubby. I will be back soon.”

…

Ning Qing left the ward just as Zhu Rui arrived. After greeting her, Zhu Rui opened the door and saw his president leaning against the bed and frowning while pressing his temples.

Zhu Rui hurried up and asked, “President, what’s wrong with you?”

Lu Shaoming opened his eyes, and he wasn’t too emotional. He lifted the blankets and got out of bed. “Nothing serious. Just a headache. Let’s go and get an x-ray.”

Half an hour later, the results came, and the attending physician looked grave as he said, “Young Master Lu, according to the results, there is a very small shadow near the brainstem. Considering that you were hit by a car, it is possible that a very small glass shard made its way into your head. This situation is very dangerous, and it is better to have it operated on in the near future.”