My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“Shaoming, why do you ask that?”

“I’m just curious. When I’m 35, you’ll only be 25. If a returning student from Cambridge pursued you then, would you be attracted to him?”

Men in this world were all the same. They would feel uncomfortable if others were to even take a second look at their wives. He was very possessive.

He had taken Kong Yang’s “Come back in five years” to heart. A man peaks at 30. He was 10 years older than her. When she’s 30 years old, he would be 40, quite old.

Who knows if she would be attracted to Kong Yang when he returns from studying abroad and talked with her about the stars, moon, and philosophy of life, about poetry and lyrics?

Ning Qing’s beautiful lips curved into a sweet smile, and her eyes smiled as well. Turns out that this man who appeared all powerful in front of her would be troubled over his age as well.

“Shaoming, are you encouraging me to cheat?”

When Lu Shaoming heard that, his face sank. “You dare!”

Ning Qing giggled and laughed while diving into his broad arms. Her voice was sweet and soft, and she was a little coquettish as she said, “That’s settled then, isn’t it? Lu Shaoming, I’m your wife. I want to spend my life with you. What do those Cambridge students and Harvard students have to do with me? You are the only one in my eyes!”

Lu Shaoming’s long black eyes glanced at her casually, and his originally firm face softened. “You’re smart!” Even if your husband is 50 years old, he will be better than those 30-year-old men. I’ll be sure to satisfy your every need. Touch it if you don’t believe.”

Ning Qing’s little face was flushed, and her long eyelashes fluttered like two butterflies as she asked in a delicate voice, “What are you doing?”

She hadn’t dealt with him regarding what had happened just now, but he was getting insatiable now.

But both of her legs had gone limp as an electric current traveled through her nerve endings again and again, and his burning heat remained on her palm, burning her skin.

This man. She hadn’t talked to him at the dinner table. She didn’t know where his reaction came from.

A single word to describe him: pervert!

Two words: extreme pervert!

“Wifey, kiss my mouth.” In her embrace, her sweet and soft scent lingered around his nose. Lu Shaoming’s eyes narrowed languidly and shot her a yuppie look.

Ning Qing couldn’t stand his gaze at that moment. Such a serious and proper man was narrowing his eyes. Stylish lines rippled from the corners of his eyes, with the aura of both a bad boy and a mature gentleman.

Ning Qing blushed, closed her eyelashes tremblingly and kissed his lips lightly.

His lips were dry, so the lines were very clear and the feeling of kissing him was too sexy.

Ning Qing gulped.

When she wanted to kiss him again, “Qingqing.” She suddenly heard Yue Wanqing’s voice.

Ning Qing was startled and quickly retreated from his neck. Now her ears were red. Mother just saw her kissing a man!

Sigh, she wanted to die.

Yue Wanqing walked up to them and looked at Ning Qing crossly. “Qingqing, Shaoming is busy with his work. Can’t you see that the secretary is still waiting there? Besides, this is the entrance to the hotel. You have to take note of your surroundings; don’t pester Shaoming so irresponsibly.”

“Mom, when did I pester him?” Ning Qing twisted her little body. Why did her mother make her out as the pervert? The kiss was Lu Shaoming’s idea! She was just following through.

“This child!” Yue Wanqing’s eyes were full of adoration.

She had seen it clearly just now; her daughter had tiptoed and hooked her arms around her son-in-law’s neck. Her son-in-law looked so cool with his hands in his trousers pocket, brows knitted together and enjoying himself.

Sigh, why are young people like this now?

“Mom,” Lu Shaoming laughed and changed the subject. He was afraid that if his mother-in-law continued talking, his little wife would be annoyed. “The doctor said you could leave the hospital. I wish to pick you up tomorrow and for you to move in with us.”

Yue Wanqing disagreed. “I like quietness, so it’s best that I don’t live with you young people.”

“Why, Mom? It’ll be easier for me to take care of you if you live with us.” Ning Qing knitted her dainty eyebrows.

“Mom’s not old yet, I don’t need you guys to take care of me, and besides, you’re busy with your jobs and I’ll be restrained if I live with you guys. If you guys truly care, you can find a house for me. When Qingqing has a child, I will concentrate on taking care of my grandson.”

Mother’s attitude was very persistent, Ning Qing could not persuade her, Ning Qing’s eyes were a little red, she didn’t know how much longer her mother could live for, and now her mother was insisting on living alone.

Was it not good to live with her? She really couldn’t understand her mother’s thoughts.

Also, who wants to have children with Lu Shaoming?

Mom can dream on.

She was only 20 this year.

Lu Shaoming put his hand around Ning Qing’s shoulder and said, “Okay, Mom, I’ll find a house for you near our house and hire an assistant. Ning Qing, Mom will be very close to us, so don’t be sad, alright?”

“Alright.” Ning Qing nodded sadly.

…

Yue Wanqing slept in the hospital that night. Lu Shaoming had gone to the office and never came back. Ning Qing sat on the sofa in the living room of the villa, reading her script.

“Madam, Sir will probably take some time to return. It’s cold now. Why don’t you go back to your room and sleep?” Auntie Zhang said.

Ning Qing looked at her watch, it was 10 o’clock. “Auntie Zhang, you can go to bed ahead of me. I’ll wait for him.”

Auntie Zhang did not insist any more and went back to her room.

Ning Qing changed the lamp lighting in the living room to an orange tone. She found a comfortable spot on the sofa and lay down. As she read the script, her eyes slowly closed.

Lu Shaoming drove back half an hour later and parked the Bentley in the garage. He opened the door of the villa and walked in.

The orange light in the living room gave off a hazy warmth. The girl was covered with a red blanket. Her fair face was buried in the blanket like a lazy kitten. Her silky hair fell from the sofa.

Quiet and beautiful.

An extremely tender expression appeared on Lu Shaoming’s handsome face. He put his briefcase on the tea table, squatted down and picked up the script that the girl had dropped on the carpet.

Looking at the girl so closely, her skin was really tender enough to pinch water from it, white like a de-shelled egg. She was pouting in her sleep and looked very lovely.

He stood up, bent down, picked her up and walked to the room.

Ning Qing woke up in his arms and opened her drowsy eyes. Right in front of her was his handsome face. Ning Qing put her hand around his neck in confusion, and her cool little face rubbed against his broad chest. “Shaoming, you’re back?”

“Yes,” Lu Shaoming leaned down and kissed her forehead. She smelled so nice, like milk bath lotion. “Isn’t it cold, sleeping on the sofa? Next time, go to bed. Don’t wait for me.”

“No, I want to wait until you come back.” Ning Qing was half awake, and spoke with the crisp whine of a girl, causing Lu Shaoming’s Adam’s apple to bob as he listened to her.

“Shaoming, have you had dinner yet? Would you like to have supper? I’ll prepare it for you.”

Lu Shaoming looked at the girl who was so sleepy she could not even open her eyes and said with an adoring laugh, “I’m not hungry, you go on sleeping, I’ll take you back to the bedroom.”

The entered the room, and he laid her on the big soft bed, pulled the blankets over her little body, tangled one hand into her silky hair, and gently kissed her lips.

His kiss was very gentle, with the usual domination that lured her. Ning Qing couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality, she just liked it.

“Mmm…” She cried out softly.

The girl knitted her brows tightly in her dreams, pulled his big hand out with two small hands, turned over, reached for her beloved bear and held it in her arms.

Lu Shaoming looked at the girl. Without his interference, she fell asleep quickly, with pink bubbles at the corner of her mouth, like a little girl under 18 years old.

Lu Shaoming sat on the edge of the bed, his clearly knuckled big palm loosened the tie around his neck, threw it on the bed casually, and took a deep breath to suppress the burning desire in his body. He showed a sense of helplessness and decadence.

Why had she waited for him?

Probably to let him suffer.

He stood up, he took off his black handmade suit and draped it around his wrist. His shirt sleeves were half-rolled, revealing his strong tanned arms with a low-key and expensive wristwatch. He was full of elite charm.

He bent down and kissed the girl’s forehead, Lu Shaoming pinched the bear’s ear with disgust, “Why sleep with the bear? Is he better than me? Can he make you weep tears of joy? Good night, Qingqing.”

Lu Shaoming switched off the light and went out of the room.

The little bear on the bed burst out: Damn it, my ears hurt, I am innocent!

…

The final scene of “Wind and Dust” was to be shot in T City. On this day, Director Wang paid everyone for the film, and Ning Qing received a card.

“Ning Qing, we’ve gotten our pay and we don’t have to shoot today; let’s go shopping,” Xiao Zhou suggested.

“OK.” Ning Qing nodded and agreed.

The two girls came to the mall and Xiao Zhou asked Ning Qing, “Ning Qing, this is the first bucket of gold in your life. Tell me honestly: what do you want to buy and who do you want to buy it for with the money?”

Ning Qing did not reply, but she stopped in front of a men’s clothing store.

“Wow,” Xiao Zhou covered her mouth and laughed, “Ning Qing, what a good relationship you have with Young Master Lu. He’s the first one you think of and want to buy clothes for after you’ve gotten your money.”

Ning Qing’s little face flushed red, but she did not speak. She raised her foot and stepped into the men’s clothing store.

She had never bought anything for him for as long as they’ve known each other. Now that she had money, she wanted to buy him some clothes.

“Miss, what style of men’s clothes do you want to buy?” The saleswoman asked warmly.

Ning Qing looked around, she hadn’t decided what to buy yet. Lu Shaoming’s clothes were all hand-made and branded. It would be embarrassing if she couldn’t get him something good enough.

“Miss, what’s your boyfriend’s height and figure? You can tell me and I’ll recommend something for you.” The saleswoman said.

“Haha.” Xiao Zhou joked, “Ning Qing, someone’s asking for Young Master Lu’s height and stature, what is his image like in your heart, say it.”

Ning Qing turned around and glared at Xiao Zhou, telling her – don’t cause any trouble.

But the saleswoman was looking at Ning Qing with a pair of very frank and enthusiastic eyes while waiting for her answer. Ning Qing bit her lower lip with her pearly whites, stretching out her tiny fair finger and pointing hesitantly to her side.

Xiao Zhou burst out in laughter, Ning Qing had pointed to a male mannequin by the window.

The saleswoman understood her in seconds, “Miss since your boyfriend is in such good shape, he must be suitable for all the clothes in our shop. What style does he like?”

Ning Qing’s little face was hot. This Xiao Zhou could only laugh at her.

What style?

Ning Qing looked at the row of shirts and suits. She saw a dark grey shirt. Dark colored clothes actually suited men like him very well, they would look smart, handsome and dapper in them.

Ning Qing walked over, her little hand feeling the material of the shirt.

Just then, the door was pushed open and a beautiful figure came in. The person took off her sunglasses. When Xiao Zhou looked towards the person, it turned out to be Ning Yao.

“Sister, such a coincidence, you’ve also come to buy clothes?” Ning Yao saw Ning Qing’s surprise and asked, “Why are you buying men’s clothing, sister? Have you gotten a boyfriend recently?”

“Hmph, Ning Qing, I’ve told you that some people were thick-skinned. They’ve just been released from the police station and the scandals had yet to die down, but she dares come out? Who are you trying to act close with by calling her sister? Our Ning Qing doesn’t know shameless people,” Xiao Zhou went forward and said.

“You!” Ning Yao’s delicately made-up face twisted rapidly after she heard that.

“Forget it, Xiao Zhou,” Ning Qing looked at Ning Yao coldly and intended to ignore her. She asked the saleswoman, “How much is this shirt?”

“Hello, miss. This shirt is handmade. There’s only one shirt in the shop. The price is 70,000 dollars.” The saleswoman said

“Wow, Sister, do you like this shirt too? I like it very much. It would fit Junxi very well. Would you please give it to me?” Ning Yao came over to grab it.

“Why should she give it to you? First come first serve!” Xiao Zhou glared at her as she said.

“Sister, why are you like this? Saleswoman, I’ll offer double the price for this shirt. Pack it for me to take away.”

The saleswoman was in a difficult position.

Xiao Zhou wanted to speak but Ning Qing put out a hand and stopped her. She took a step forward. Her beautiful lips were half curved and her voice was clear and elegant as she said. “Yaoyao, are you fighting me with money? Alright, I just got paid today. I offer 500,000 dollars for this shirt.”

500,000?

Xiao Zhou’s mouth gaped open, buying a shirt worth only 70,000 dollars for 500,000 was too wasteful!

Xiao Zhou Fox looked suspiciously at Ning Qing. What had happened to Ning Qing? She had never done anything so irrational.

A proud smile appeared on Ning Yao’s face. “Oh, sister, are you competing who is richer with me? Your card has your salary, but the card in my hand is Junxi’s, unlimited overdraft. Did you say half a million? I’ll pay 800,000.”

“900,000.” Ning Qing said.

“One million.” Ning Yao didn’t even blink.

“OK, deal.” Ning Qing concluded resolutely, “Saleswoman, give this shirt to this lady at a price of 1 million dollars. I don’t want it anymore.”

Ning Yao quickly realized that she had been tricked. Ning Qing had done this on purpose, deceiving her on account of her generosity.

The saleswoman was very happy. She had sold a 70,000 shirt for 1 million dollars. It was like a pie falling from the sky. She’d get a lot in commission.

The saleswoman quickly wrapped the shirt up and handed the bag to Ning Yao. “Miss, your total is 1 million, are you paying by card? Thank you.”

Ning Yao, “…”

Looking at Ning Yao’s face that was turning from blue to red, Ning Qing began to twirl her beautiful hair near her cheeks and turned around gracefully. “Xiao Zhou, let’s go.”

Xiao Zhou made a face at Ning Yao and trotted after Ning Qing. “Ning Qing, you are such a genius.”