My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Lu Shaoming picked up the phone carelessly. His eyes were all on the girl’s black hair, soft red face, and he was focused on soft sweet taste of her mouth.

He had been both visually and gustatorily stimulated, and he was not in a controlled state.

His big palm touched her little face a couple of times, then slipped down to her pink neck and slowly caressed her.

Ning Qing quickly took the little hand that was covering her lips, firmly clasped the man’s arm, and stared at him with bright eyes, not letting him move.

The girl stared at him, but it was unbelievably charming to the man. He bent down slightly and kissed her beautiful hair.

Ning Qing could not hear what Song Yajing said at the other end. She responded carelessly as she looked at the mirror in front of her. A 1.87 meter tall man leaned against her. He had one hand in his pocket as he weaved his other big hand, which was wearing a wristwatch, through her beautiful hair beside her cheek, kissing her as he liked.

Ning Qing’s legs went soft and she slid down.

Only then did the man stop, grabbing her in a flash and lifting her up.

Ning Qing pushed the cell phone into his arms and fled a few steps back. Her elegant voice was filled with a soft charming air. “Say a few words to Mom.”

She sat by the bed.

Lu Shaoming looked at the girl, then picked up the cell phone and put it to his ear. “Hello, Mom…”

Ning Qing looked down. She had heard the man call her, “Mom,” and hummed casually. Then, she saw two proud legs and a pair of bright black shoes. The man had one hand in his pocket as he put the cell phone to her ear.

Song Yajing talked to her. “Hello, Qingqing, it good that Shaoming has recovered his memory. Why don’t you just come back tomorrow? Your due date is near. Two days ago, I ordered a crib with Little Master Lu’s maternal grandmother and bought clothes too. You come back to see if you like it or not.”

“Alright,” Ning Qing nodded. “Okay, I was…planning to go back tomorrow with Shaoming,” said Ning Qing, but she was puzzled and asked, “Mom, I have not told you Shaoming has recovered his memory; how do you know?”

The man didn’t say anything just now.

Song Yajing was laughing. “Shaoming called me ‘Mom’ on the phone just now, and then stayed silent. Why else would he be so cold if not for having recovered his memory?”

Ning Qing bit her pink lip with her pearly white teeth. See, even his mother knew that he would turn cold upon recovering his memory, and he was scheming too!

“Qingqing, Shaoming is hot inside and cold outside. You may not be accustomed to it just after he recovers his memory. If Shaoming bullies you, you tell Mom, and I’ll be sure to help you when I’m back.”

Ning Qing’s dainty eyes curved with a happy laugh. “Mom, he hasn’t…bullied me.”

“That’s good then. I’ll pick you guys up tomorrow, we’ll talk then.” Song Yajing hung up the phone.

When the phone hung up, the man put it away. Ning Qing felt the bed beside her move. It turned out that he had casually thrown the cell phone on the bed.

The atmosphere was awkward. Ning Qing did not know what to say to him. Her lips and tongue did not feel numb. He had always been a gentleman who could control his strength well, and his demanding attitude and kiss was filled with lingering lust.

It caused her to…want more.

Ning Qing’s two small hands were hanging nervously in front of her big stomach. Suddenly, the man standing in front of her touched one side of her small face.

His calloused hand felt painful and numb on her skin when he touched her.

“Lu Shaoming, don’t…” She twisted about.

The man laughed in a low voice. “Don’t what?”

His tall figure approached her. Ning Qing’s vision was full of his stylish white shirt collar. She fell backward, and he pressed down on her on the bed.

Ning Qing grabbed the sheet and wanted to get up, but her little hand was gently wrapped in his big palm. Her forehead felt soft as the man kissed her forehead.

The man sighed contentedly. “Little Wifey.”

As he planted cherishing kisses on her forehead, Ning Qing closed her eyes and tears flowed out from the corners of her eyes. The other hand wrapped around his neck as she embraced him tightly.

Embracing him was not enough. She punched him with her tender fists. “Lu Shaoming, you are truly a bad person! How can you bear to leave me for so long? You told me you had to go to England on business, but you forgot about me in a blink of an eye?

“I gave you Little Master Lu. Do you know that? I cried every day when I was pregnant with Little Master Lu, but I dare not cry in front of you, lest you dislike me. You bastard! You promised to spoil me for a lifetime, to love me for a lifetime, but you let me drift outside without you for so long. I missed you so much.”

“Lu Shaoming, only the moon knows how much I miss you.”

The moon represents her heart.

Lu Shaoming kissed the tears along her small face, and he muttered, “Little Wifey, I will never leave again. I’m back, and I will always be with you in the future.”

“Alright!” Ning Qing nodded, “Lu Shaoming, don’t leave me anymore, or our Little Master Lu.”

Little Master Lu?

Lu Shaoming raised his eyebrows, put one hand on her side, and slowly descended. His big hand came to her stomach.

When he was holding her waist just now, he had wanted to feel it thoroughly. It was his first child.

His big hands found the edge of her dress, and he wanted to lift it upward, but the girl stopped him. “Shaoming, don’t…”

Lu Shaoming looked at her from above. “What’s wrong? Let me see Little Young Master Lu.”

Ning Qing, with a red face and a flickering gaze, said, “I’ll show you later. I haven’t prepared myself… psychologically yet.”

Her tiny jaw was immediately lifted by the man. Her panicked gaze met his deep, black eyes. He softly asked, “What kind of psychological preparation do you need for this? Ning Qing, give me a reason. I wasn’t very happy with your “don’t touch me” just now.”

Ning Qing buried her little face in her pillow and could hardly speak, “Umm… A woman’s figure will change a lot after pregnancy.”

After Lu Shaoming heard that, he lifted his sharp brows. He looked down at the girl’s figure and uttered one word from his thin, red lips. He was in a good mood as he said, “Indeed.”

Ning Qing immediately hammered his chest. “Lu Shaoming!”

Lu Shaoming caught her little hand and lifted his lips. “But this little face is still so beautiful.” He kissed her on the cheek.

All women liked to listen to men’s praise. Ning Qing quickly giggled and laughed.

Lu Shaoming looked at her smile, and his eyes darkened again. He came to see her slightly red and swollen lips.

Ning Qing met his gaze, and her little face turned red.

Nothing could happen with her in this state, but his eyes were telling her that something must happen tonight.

“I promise you, I’ll look at Little Master Lu in the evening. Now let Dad take a good look at Mom.” Lu Shaoming kissed her.

How was this taking a look? It was clearly a kiss, alright?

Ning Qing looked sideways and hid from him, laughing to keep him from kissing her.

He easily clasped her small hands, and the man’s lips immediately fell onto her tender neck.

“Hey, Shaoming!” Ning Qing didn’t allow him to.

Just then, a knock on the door sounded, and Jian Han’s voice came from outside. “Mrs. Lu, it’s time. Are you going to take the bath tonight?”

Ning Qing broke away from the man’s scent and answered, “Dr. Jian, I’m going. Wait for me.”

“Alright.”

Lu Shaoming frowned in displeasure. “Where are you going to take a bath?”

Ning Qing covered his mouth and asked him to speak more softly. Her silky black hair was spread out messily on the bed because of him. Her face was red. She explained, “Shaoming, I’m going to bathe in a barrel with Dr. Jian. It’s good for pregnant women and helps with natural birth. I’m going now. You take a shower here.”

Lu Shaoming pressed his thin lips together. He did not speak but did not let her get up either.

He seemed unhappy.

If he were the Lu Shaoming with amnesia, she would’ve already pinched his handsome face and acted coquettishly with him, but now she dared not. She could only hug him and kiss him on his handsome face. “Hubby, be good, I’ll come back early and accompany you.”

Her “Hubby” still made the man happy. Her small face felt a sharp pain as the man reached out and pinched her. He got up. “Go! Be careful.”

Ning Qing pouted her pink lips. Look at this. This was the difference in treatment. Now that the real Lu Shaoming was back, she could only be obedient and get lectured.

…

Ning Qing walked out of the ward, and Jian Han was standing in the corridor waiting for her.

Jian Han had taken off her white coat and was wearing a dark yellow overcoat. She wore tapered jeans and high heeled boots. She was tall, beautiful, and poised.

“Mrs. Lu, you’re here!” Jian Han walked forward.

Ning Qing smiled with curved eyes and said, “Doctor Jian, we are all so familiar with each other. Let’s call one another directly by name. You call me Ning Qing, and I’ll call you Sister Jian.”

She was eight years older. It was appropriate for her to call her Sister Jian.

“Alright,” Jian Han said with a poised laugh. “Ning Qing.”

…

They both went to the dressing room. Ning Qing took off her coat and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her figure.

She had grown thicker, especially her upper body. It could hardly be called a figure. Her nine and a half months pregnant belly was huge, and there were stretch marks on her belly.

How could she show Lu Shaoming her body like this?

She had a little inferiority complex.

Jian Han watched Ning Qing standing still while holding her belly tightly with a frown, so she went up and said, “Ning Qing, what are you thinking about? Your stretch marks will disappear, and your figure will recover after you give birth to Little Master Lu. Your due date is approaching, don’t worry about this for now.”

Ning Qing’s little face was a little red, and she wittily spit out her pink tongue as she hid her feelings and said, “I’m just looking.”

Jian Han shrugged and helped Ning Qing into the barrel while holding her slender arms. As the warm water flowed over her whole body, Ning Qing’s entire body relaxed and unfolded.

She cupped a handful of water in her two small hands and washed her face, then looked up to see Jian Han undressing.

The female doctor’s figure was more graceful than that of ordinary people. Probably because she was familiar with how to maintain and nourish her body. Jian Han’s perfect S-curve emanated a glittering luster.

Ning Qing remembered the vague relationship between Jian Han and Zhou Dayuan. She had forgotten to ask Lu Shaoming about the reason for their separation last time.

Zhou Dayuan was 31 years old, and Jian Han was 30 years old.

When they entered Oxford University at the age of 18, they began to date. They had been in a relationship for six years. Even after they had broken up, they were only 24 years old. Why had they become leftover men and women?

There was something strange going on.

Jian Han went into the barrel, and they soaked for a while. Ning Qing’s small face turned pink from the steam. She leaned on the edge of the barrel with her two slender arms and asked, “Sister Jian, why did you break up with Brother Dayuan?”

Jian Han froze and said nothing.

Ning Qing quickly covered her mouth and laughed. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to say it; I’m just curious.”

Jian Han lifted her lips and smiled indifferently. “It’s nothing much, to be honest. At the age of 24, Dr. Zhou was already a doctor in the Royal Hospital of England. At that time, he performed an operation. The patient was a commander of the Royal Army of England. Later, an accident happened in the operation, and Dr. Zhou got into a lot of trouble and went to jail, so I left him.”