Chapter 241 - Baby, Do You Like Daddy?
Chapter 241: Baby, Do You Like Daddy?
Less than two months?
Song Yajing felt her ears ringing. She didn’t seem to understand.
It was written clearly in black and white on the hospital’s report that she was 11 weeks pregnant. Almost three months.
Now the duration of the pregnancy had been shortened by a month?
Song Yajing glared at Ning Qing. Nobody had dared to lie in front of her, especially to trick her with a lie!
Ning Qing carefully looked over the man’s shoulder at Song Yajing and saw her fierce face. Ning Qing shrank back in fear. She shrank back, avoiding the touch of Lu Shaoming. “Shaoming, don’t do this. Madam is here. She… seems unhappy.”
Lu Shaoming saw her weak, petite shoulders were trembling. Her two fair, white hands guarded the front of her abdomen as she didn’t know what to do, and his frown deepened.
“Mom, you can go back if you’ve got nothing.” He opened his mouth and told her to leave.
Song Yajing was furious. She gritted her teeth and stared at Ning Qing. “Ning Qing, how many months have you been pregnant? You’d better make your words clear now. These are your reports from the hospital. You’ve been pregnant for three months, but you’re lying to Shaoming and saying that you’re only two months pregnant. What are your intentions?”
Bang! Ning Qing’s soft back had directly hit the door of the lounge when she backed away in fear, she turned pale as she shook her head like a rattle drum. “No, I did not lie to Shaoming…”
“Ning Qing!” Lu Shaoming growled, grabbed Ning Qing’s slender arm and took her in his arms. He rubbed her back with his big palm and asked with great distress, “Tell me, where did you hit yourself? Tell me, where does it hurt? You’re pregnant. Why are you still so careless?”
“Shaoming,” Ning Qing took his hand and looked very sad. “Shaoming, I really didn’t lie to you. Believe me. I used to tolerate what Madam did to me, but how could she say that… The child in my stomach is really your child. If you don’t believe me, wait until I’m four months pregnant, we’ll do an amniotic fluid piercing to test its DNA on the spot…”
“Ning Qing,” Lu Shaoming held her in his arms, looked down at her hair, kissed her, and rushed to coax her. “Okay, baby, don’t get agitated, don’t hurt our child. I believe you. I really believe I believe everything you say, I love you, baby…”
Ning Qing was in Lu Shaoming’s arms. She looked sideways at Song Yajing, raised a willow eyebrow, and then drew a proud and provocative smile.
Song Yajing, receiving such provocations, simply thought she had been insulted. Her chest rose and fell violently. She rushed forward, pointed at Ning Qing’s nose and shouted, “Ning Qing, how dare you put on an act in front of me? Don’t you believe that I would make you vanish from this world?”
Ning Qing was waiting for her to say that. How could the Lu family mistress, who had always been in a high position, not fly into a rage after suffering such grievances.
“Madam, madam, I am wrong…” Ning Qing pushed Lu Shaoming aside and threw herself at Song Yajing. “Madam, I know I can’t fight with you. Don’t hurt my family and my child. Shall I kneel for you? Alright, I admit that I’m three months pregnant, and this child is not…Shaoming’s. I can raise him by myself.”
“Enough!” Lu Shaoming took the soft and boneless girl into his arms. His eagle-like glare swept towards Song Yajing as he said in a very unkind tone, “Mom, get out!”
Song Yajing almost vomited blood. “Shaoming, don’t be deceived by her, she…”
“Secretary Zhu!”
The door of the office was pushed open, and Zhu Rui stood by the door. “President.”
“Call the security guard and chase these two out for me,” Lu Shaoming ordered coldly.
“What… What, “Song Yajing’s eyes widened as she retreated several steps. “Shaoming, you’re chasing me out? I think you’ve really been seduced by this woman. Ah!”
Several security guards rushed in and grabbed Song Yajing as they dragged her out.
Song Yajing felt like she was in a dream. She has never been so pathetic in all these years. She had always been the noble and elegant Mrs. Lu.
She was so stunned she couldn’t react, and the door of the office slammed shut in front of her.
…
When the office was quiet again, Ning Qing asked worriedly, “Shaoming, will your mother be angrier if you do this?”
She had just said that when the world spun around her. The man hugged her.
He walked into the lounge, hooked the door shut with his long legs, laid her gently on the bed, and placed his big palm on her stomach. His eyes rippled with a warm, surprising smile. “Is it really our child in here?”
Ning Qing laughed quickly and wrapped two small hands around his neck. She kissed his handsome face sweetly. “Shaoming, don’t you have doubts that this child might not be yours at all?”
Lu Shaoming kissed her on the corners of her mouth, and his voice was low, mellow, and magnetic. “If not mine, whose else could it be? Don’t ask such silly questions in the future, the baby would be angry if he heard them.”
Ning Qing’s nose crinkled as her eyes became wet.
She did not want her baby to be wronged, but the baby’s grandmother…
“Why are you crying?” Lu Shaoming held her small face and wiped her tears away with his thumb in a panic. Since he learned that she was pregnant, he couldn’t bear it when she was even a little unhappy.
“Is it because of my mother? Sorry, I can’t change her mind, but you can ignore her completely. I will love you and the child well in the future, and I won’t let you suffer a bit of grievance.”
“Mmm.” Ning Qing sniffed with her red-tipped nose and nodded her head obediently.
Lu Shaoming was relieved. He knelt on one leg and his gentle kiss slid from her tender neck to her lower abdomen. He lifted her shirt and pushed it up to reveal her beautiful navel and her little rounded belly. The man’s voice was very soft. “Baby, I’m your father. Do you like Daddy? Move a little if you like Daddy.”
Ning Qing giggled and hit his shoulder lightly with her small hand. “What are you doing? The baby is still young. It has to be at four months for it to move.”
“Oh.” The man said, then pulled her dress down and kissed her belly through the soft material. “Mommy says Daddy’s beard is prickly, so Daddy can only kiss you through the shirt material so you won’t get hurt. You have to be good, don’t let Mommy be too tired.”
Ning Qing sighed with satisfaction. She weaved her little hand into his short hair and enjoyed his long and adoring kiss. She smiled and asked, “Shaoming, do you remember how we got pregnant with this child?”
“Of course I remember. We’ve only done it once, in the Finnish Hotel…”
“Oh, Shaoming,” Ning Qing interrupted with a light laugh. “It was New Year’s Eve. You wanted a child, but I was afraid. So you coaxed me and said that you’ll take care of both the child and I. You said that you’d allow us to grow up together in your arms. You also said that it is impossible to conceive just after the first time. If I got pregnant, then it was God’s will.”
The man on her body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly raised his eyes.
The girl under him was already full of tears.
…
Ning Qing went out of Guang Qing’s Gate. There was a luxury car outside. Lu Shaoming had prepared it for her.
She got in the car and the driver asked, “Where are you going, Madam?”
Ning Qing looked out of the window and did not reply. Then, the phone rang. Someone was calling.
Song Yajing.
Ning Qing raised her lips and smiled, then answered the phone, “Hello, Mom…”
“Miss Ning, are you free now? Let’s have a chat.” Her tone was very stiff.
Ning Qing tucked a strand of silky hair on her cheek behind her ear and nodded calmly, “Okay, where?”
…
She came to a cafe. Song Yajing was waiting in a secluded spot. Ning Qing went over and sat opposite her.
Song Yajing was angry. She looked at Ning Qing and went straight to the point, “Why did you lie to him?”
“Mom, you know it, I didn’t lie to him. It’s you who lied to him.”
“Hmph.” Song Yajing said calmly, “You are three months pregnant, but you told him you were two months pregnant; is this not deception?”
“There is no difference between two months and three months. The child in my stomach is his, and this child is also Mom’s grandson.”
Song Yajing’s eyes were full of suppressed disdain. “The Lu family has never lacked women who can have children for us, but why does it have to be you?”
Ning Qing looked at her haughty eyes and smiled slowly. “That’s because he just wants to have children with me. He once said that he didn’t like children very much, but he’d like them if I gave birth to them. Mom, why can’t you be more tolerant? I have your first grandson in my stomach.”
Song Yajing’s eyes flashed and she subtly clenched her fist.
It was true that the noble families view their offspring as important, but more importantly, it was who gave birth to them.
Ning Qing’s status was obviously not high enough.
But she had a moment of trance. This was Shaoming’s first child and her first grandson.
Ning Qing leaned lazily in the sofa and looked out the window. Her delicate little face was so full of hurt as she muttered to herself, “When I was 18 years old, I met him. A politician had tried to assassinate him. H fell on the side of the road and was saved by me. Later, we knew that we loved each other at first sight.
“Last year, when I was at the bottom of my life, he came down from the sky again. He saved me. I married him and became his wife. He embraces me, loves me, tries to love everything I love. Most of the time spent with him was like the sand clenched tightly in my hands, slipping through my fingertips; it disappeared before I could enjoy its taste.
“He got into a car accident for me. He had glass fragments in his head. I took him to the airport. He went to England for surgery, and then…” Glittering tears were falling from her face. Ning Qing bit her fair finger and continued while holding back her heartache. “Then he – couldn’t remember me.
“In the United States, I stood outside your house and watched him look at me like a stranger. I followed him to a luxury store. He… He sat on the sofa holding his forehead as if he had a headache. I was so distressed that I told myself that I would never let go of his hand. I would bring him home.
“Mom, I have a three-month agreement with you to bet that he would fall in love with me again, but now things are different. I already have his child; can’t you give us your blessing?”
Song Yajing’s face was quiet, and she shook her head firmly. “With or without a child, as long as I am here, Shaoming will not know that you are his wife.”
Ning Qing wiped her tears with her little hand, and she smiled softly, “Oh, he won’t?”
Behind her appeared a strong black figure.