Chapter 154 - My Own Wife Is Still The Best
Lu Shaoming’s expression was very dark. As for her arrival, he already knew half the reason why. “Come on in.” Ning Qing walked to his side.
Lu Shaoming placed his notebook into a corner of his desk and pulled his office chair to let her sit on it. “Open the assignment, I will see what you do and don’t know.”
“Okay.” Ning Qing opened the assignment, it was an economics assignment. She had been unable to answer the questions, the questions on the paper had been left unanswered.
Lu Shaoming scanned through the paper, placing two hands into his pocket. Standing by her side, he was extremely serious and stern as he said, “You complete it yourself first. If there are any questions that you are unsure of, then come and ask me.” Ning Qing’s face was blushing red. She hadn’t come with honest intentions, and he was acting like a professional lecturer. She did not know how to respond.
Ning Qing took the pen and started to answer the questions.
The first multiple choice question stumped her already. A, B, C or D; she did not know what to pick among these four options. When she was contemplating, a large palm covered her soft back. The man’s low voice rang in the air, “Sit properly, and straighten your back.”
There was no underlying meaning to this. He quickly withdrew his hand. Ning Qing felt as if she were being electrocuted. Although separated by thin clothing, the touch of his hand made her bones soft. She immediately sat up, with her back straight.
On the speaker’s stage, he was scholarly and elegant lecturer, but he was actually a beast.
He said it more concisely.
Ning Qing closed her eyes. His hand was unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt. A scene flashed in her mind: he was taking up the chalk to write on the board. He held it properly like a pen, showing his aristocratic family upbringing.
She didn’t think these hands of his would be used like this on her body.
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Ning Qing was woken up at 5am because the man beside her left the bed. Although he was gentle with his movements, he still woke her up. She heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. He was bathing, and was probably going to the office. Ning Qing was no longer tired. She rose slowly from the bed. This was not the bedroom, but the big bed in the study. It was near midnight when they’d gone to sleep. She was exhausted at that time. That strong man was also a little tired and he cuddled her to sleep here.
His white shirt was laid on the cabinet by the bed. Ning Qing took it and wore it. After slipping on her pink slippers, she did not enter the washroom but opened the door of the room and walked into the study.
The study had a yellow lamp which was lit. It had been on the entire time. The floor was a mess, and her school uniform was strewn into pieces, together with her examination paper. She bent down to pick it up.
The paper had been rolled into a ball by her long ago. Last night, when she was in a blur, she grabbed onto something. She grabbed onto the paper. This paper was a godsend. She grabbed it tightly into her hands. The paper had his name and his handwriting. It was strong and confident. He wrote the answers by the side of the paper. Ning Qing was frustrated; she could not use this paper anymore. When she returned to school, she had to rewrite it on a new piece of paper and copy his answers onto it.
At this moment, her waist was scooped up by a muscular arm. Lu Shaoming was behind her. She did not know when he arrived, and he hugged her tightly in his embrace. “Why don’t you sleep for a while longer? You are dressed so minimally. Aren’t you afraid of getting a cold?” Ning Qing looked back and punched his broad shoulders and said in a coy tone, “I’d like to wear more clothing, but my clothes are all on the floor.”
Knowing that she still blamed him, Lu Shaoming stretched out his hand to touch her small face. He kissed her lips with his eyes closed. “Sorry, wifey, I lost control last night.” Her behaviour yesterday flashed through his mind. Her bright beautiful eyes hid imminent tears. She looked at him shyly, like a trapped animal, pitiful and sad. Their lips lightly brushed again one another. They did not kiss, but that warm and friendly touch made Ning Qing go numb. Her heart instantly became like putty. She pouted her pink lips to say in a coy tone, “Actually, I don’t really blame you, last night… Only if you like…”
“Ha.” Lu Shaoming nudged her small nose and laughed lightly and kissed her loudly as encouragement. “My wife is still the best”
Ning Qing turned around and went into his broad embrace.
“Shaoming, are you going to the office? It’s only 5am. You slept for less than 5 hours, aren’t you tired?” Lu Shaoming touched her hair and said, “Not tired. I am awake, even if I’ve been squeezed dry by Wifey.”
“Bleh, what are you saying?” Ning Qing immediately used her hand to block his mouth and she stomped her feet shyly. “You didn’t get squeezed dry, I was…tortured to death by you…”
He was too powerful.
Lu Shaoming kissed her pale abdomen, picked her up, and brought her to the washroom. “Okay, I will control myself in the future, to ensure we can grow old together. Since Wifey is awake, I will need to inconvenience her to help me shave my moustache.”