My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The man was panting heavily. Ning Qing reached out her tiny hand and stroked his clean sideburns impulsively. In her eyes, his tightly knitted jet black brows indicated suffering and self-suppression.

“Umm, wait a minute…” When his thin lips were about to bear down on her, Ning Qing turned her head sideways and avoided him. She opened her bag as her fair hands rummaged inside.

“Looking for something?” He urged impatiently.

Ning Qing’s entire body was shaking. The man’s aggressive hormones were in the air, and her face and ears turned red as she sensed it. “I…I have lipstick on my lips. Find a piece of paper to wipe them clean. Mmm…”

She kept her red lips sealed shut.

Lu Shaoming opened his mouth and suckled her lips for a moment. He joked with his eyes half closed. “Are they clean now?”

Ning Qing’s long jade-like eyelashes trembled fiercely, and she could no longer speak clearly. She stuttered out, “Lipstick is not clean, it can’t be eaten…”

He was the type who would ensure his woman’s comfort.

Lu Shaoming searched for the girl’s slim, petite waist and squeezed it twice with his big hand. He closed his eyes and kissed the girl gently, feeling her tenderness and sweetness. “As long as it’s on you, I’d want to eat it.”

Although Ning Qing was sitting on the bathroom counter, she felt as if she were walking on clouds and was about to fall down. Her slim arms hooked around his neck as she began to shyly reciprocate.

A kiss. As she seemed to be the ignorant and inexperienced prey, he was the skilled hunter. For the first time, he’d taught her how a kiss was such a lingering beautiful thing.

Ning Qing felt out of breath and dizzy as they kissed. Suddenly, Lu Shaoming lips left hers. Ning Qing opened her eyes as the man “shushed” her. They could hear the voices of two men conversing outside the door, and they were getting closer.

Ning Qing suddenly realized that this was the men’s bathroom!

She almost sprang up in shock. She too embarrassed to continue living if someone were to see her like this.

The next second, her entire body was in the air. Lu Shaoming carried her into a small dressing room beside the bathroom counter.

The dressing room was too narrow. It was probably there for the guests who wanted to change their clothes at the last minute. The two of them hid inside; their bodies were completely against each other.

“Why did you send me that suggestive message last night?” He cast his eyes downwards slightly, and the warm air from his handsome nose penetrated Ning Qing’s ear.

Ning Qing shuddered.

Ning Qing’s was so nervous that she didn’t know where to put her hands. In the end, she chose to put them on his slender waist. As she was afraid that those two men would hear her, she whispered, “Because I know you like it. But I didn’t expect you to ignore me and make me feel embarrassed.”

“… Qingqing, shall we make up for it now?” Lu Shaoming opened his mouth and bit her tender little earlobe.

Ning Qing was about to slip and fall. Fortunately, the man put a strong arm around her as he propped her forward with his long legs, directly pinning her gently against the door.

Ning Qing’s mouth was dry as she slowly gazed at him.

The man gazed at her intently. His deep eyes were no longer clear but clouded with desires as dark as night. The corners of his eyes were very red, like a glass of fragrant and strong red wine. Devilish charm and passion rippled through them.

Ning Qing avoided his gaze.

There was a small mirror in front of her. She saw the man, who was wearing a wristwatch, run his hand through her hair. A few strands of hair that he’d teased out clung onto her delicate flushed cheeks. He did not force her to face him and instead began kissing her, starting from her petite jaw.

Both of their breathing was disordered and their palms began to sweat.

Ning Qing gulped a few times, closed her eyes, and opened them again. Her small hands slowly crept up his neck, feeling the pounding pulse of his veins.

“Shaoming, I’ve missed you for the past two weeks. I’ve really missed you a lot!” Ning Qing kissed his thin lips.

…

Ning Qing came out of the dressing room half an hour later. Every step she took felt as if she were stepping on cotton candy. Everything felt so unreal.

She went to the bathroom counter, she could see that the woman in the mirror was blushing. Her eyes bore a beautiful and delicate like, like red roses masked in morning dew.

Turning on the faucet, she washed her hands.

The dressing room door suddenly opened. Lu Shaoming was wearing his metal belt. His black trousers were a little wrinkled from being squeezed against Ning Qing. The wrinkles exhibited a different kind of casual male sexiness. The wrinkled pants looked nice on his long legs.

Lu Shaoming hugged Ning Qing from behind. He held her small hands in his as he washed them for her. He gently kissed her hair as he said, “Thank you, wifey.”

Ning Qing pressed her red lips together, looked sideways at him, and said in a delicate voice, “This is not to be repeated!”

“Heh,” Lu Shaoming didn’t agree. “When you can satisfy me, I won’t repeat this again.”

Ning Qing was speechless. She elbowed his chiseled abdomen with her elbow and in a sweet voice retorted, “Looks like you’re not grateful, and you’re still blaming me?”

“How did you figure it out?” Lu Shaoming’s low, rich voice was laced with the hoarseness of satisfaction. He rubbed his handsome face against Ning Qing’s. “You’ve heard how other wives did it just now, and how did you do it, huh? Before we were married, I didn’t even need to use my hand for three months. Now that I’m married to you, I’ve used it diligently. For example, last night. Wifey, are you still unapologetic?”

Last night…

He had the face to say that!

Ning Qing pouted her red lips and deliberately grumbled fiercely, “If you continue talking, there will be no next time!”

Lu Shaoming lips curled up as he laughed. He bent over and kissed her little face again. This little wife of his was so cute.

“Wifey, I’m leaving now. It may take four or five days for me to return from this trip to the Cavalier Conference in Italy. Mother is taken care of in the hospital. But don’t worry, Zhu Rui is still in the country. You can reach out to him if you need anything. Also, I’ve seen what happened to between you, Li Meiling and her daughter. Feel free to call me beforehand if you have any ideas or want to mull over your options. I won’t get involved in your affairs, but I have more experience and knowledge than you, so I can give you good advice.”

“Alright.” Ning Qing nodded.

His arms were very warm. She felt as if she were basking in the sunshine in his arms. The man who’d whispered sweet nothings to her just now was reassuring her like her…father.

Ning Qing couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of comparing the two!

Lu Shaoming let go of her and stood up straight. “I’m leaving.”

She suddenly felt cold as he pulled away from her and left.

Lu Shaoming had only taken one step forward when he felt a small hand grab his vest.

Lu Shaoming looked back, only to notice Ning Qing’s beautiful autumn eyes looking at him pitifully and reluctantly.

The man laughed, he placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her hair. “What? You can’t bear to part with me?”

“No.” Ning Qing deeply inhaled his refreshing scent and rubbed her small face under the collar of his neat shirt.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Lu Shaoming said in a gentle voice, “I might be busy while I’m gone. The company’s headquarters is in the United States, but because you are here, we might settle in T city for a short period. I have a lot of business to deal with. I’ll spend more time with you when this is all taken care of.”

“Ok, I know. You go and work.” Ning Qing nodded and loosened her hold on him.

She actually didn’t tend to depend or rely on someone easily. Ever since she was a child, he was the only person she had been dependent on, other than her mother.

She was reluctant to see him go.

“Silly girl.” Lu Shaoming took a step forward, held her small face in both hands and kissed her.

Ning Qing gently embraced him and the two lovers were entwined.

After a long, delicate kiss, Lu Shaoming gently pressed down on the girl’s red swollen lips with his rough thumb. The skin on the corner of her lips had broken. He frowned and said, “I promise that I will never bite you again, no matter how happy and stimulated I get.”

Ning Qing was shocked, apparently not expecting him to say such a thing. Shamelessly saying such things in such a solemn tone!

“Leave!” The sadness of parting had been diluted. Ning Qing threw her small pink fist against his shoulder.

“I’m really going to leave now.” Lu Shaoming pinched her tender face and turned away.

…

When the handsome figure disappeared, Ning Qing walked out of the bathroom.

There weren’t a lot of people in the corridor. She covered her broken red lips with her little hand and went to look for Xiao Zhou.

But at the end of the corridor, Xu Junxi appeared…

Ning Qing was annoyed that she had to see Xu Junxi here. Rarely was she in the mood to deal with him.

Xu Junxi looked at Ning Qing. Her clothes were neat and tidy, but her hair was in disarray. Perhaps because she’d been sweating just now, several beautiful strands of hair clung to her fair neck.

Ning Qing brought her hand down and he saw her injured red lips.

Gloomy cold light burst out from his black eyes. His palms, which had been hanging by his side, clenched into fists. He stared at her as he gritted his teeth and asked, “Did you kiss Lu Shaoming?”

“Yes!” Ning Qing generously admitted. What was it to him that she’d kissed her husband?

“Well done,” Xu Junxi’s chest fluctuated violently, and he spoke in a guttural tone. “Don’t have any self-respect. Do you think Lu Shaoming actually wants you? He’s just playing with you. He won’t marry you. You’ll never be a part of the Lu family!”

Ning Qing really wanted to shove her marriage certificate in his face and tell him to open his dirty eyes and look at it carefully, but she decided not. She smiled coldly, then asked, “Do you think Lu Shaoming is like you? I’m sorry, I can tell you very clearly that Lu Shaoming is one in a million, and unfortunately, as I, Ning Qing, have met this wonderful man, I won’t ever let him go!”

After she’d finished speaking, Ning Qing walked away.

Xu Junxi couldn’t suppress the bitterness in his heart anymore. Why was he so upset? He felt as if someone was slicing at his heart with a knife.

“Ah!” Xu Junxi gave a low roar and hit the wall with his fist.

Blood started to flow down the wall.

…

Ning Qing walked away in a hurry and accidentally bumped into someone while turning the corner.

“Sorry! You’re not hurt, are you?”

“I’m all right.”

The person tidied up her skirt and raised her head.

Ning Qing was stunned. It was one of her idols, Xia Xiaofu!

Xia Xiaofu was wearing an elegant white dress. Her chestnut wavy hair hung all the way down to her waist, with some strands scattered on her delicate shoulders.

She had a very standard oval-shaped face. Ning Qing noticed that her eyes were looking around.

Ning Qing heard that she had a double doctorate in Chinese Studies from the top university in China. As the saying goes “One who is full of knowledge always behaves with elegance”. 16-year-old Xia Xiaofu had been selected to play in a Chinese ‘gods and heroes’ drama because of her untainted temperament. She had been praised as the “Sister Goddess” ever since.

“Hello, Miss Xia. I’ve always admired you very much. Can you give me your autograph?” Ning Qing asked, a little excited.

Xia Xiaofu blinked her beautiful eyes when she heard her words. A crystal clear smile appeared on her delicate little face. “Ning Qing, right? You can call me Xiaofu. I watched the promotional video of “Dust and Wind” today. I really respect your acting ability. To tell the truth, I’d been eying the role of Meng Yao for a long time. When the role had been taken by you, I felt quite depressed for some time. But, you interpreted the role very well and I candidly admit defeat.”

Ning Qing hadn’t expected the noble nation’s number one goddess to be so cheerful and lively in private, but only the actors and actresses who could differentiate who they were on and off stage could really enjoy life.

“Xiao…Fu,” Ning Qing said tentatively, “thank you for your praise.” She rummaged through her bag, pulled out a pen, and handed it to Xia Xiaofu. “Can you sign your autograph on the back of the bag for me? I want to treasure this bag forever.”