My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing was listening on quietly, and she did not reply. She withdrew her small hand and placed it on her abdomen. Her long lashes that resembled a butterfly’s wings were silently closed together, and she was obediently drinking the water that Yin Shuiling was giving her.

The cup of water was empty in a moment. She had a high fever of 41 celsius, and she was badly dehydrated.

“Ning Qing, do you still want to drink more?”

Ning Qing shook her head, and there was a hint of hoarseness in her weak and frail voice as she said, “I don’t want to drink anymore. Shuiling, let me sleep for a while more.”

“Okay.” Yin Shuiling helped Ning Qing lie down, then covered her with the blankets.

Her soft, tiny figure was curled up in the blankets, and her back was facing Yin Shuling as she slept. Yin Shuiling felt her heart ache for her as she looked on. She did not cry or make up a fuss after she woke up, and she did not even speak. She hid away all of her sadness and discomfort inside the depths of her heart, and she became very silent.

She was originally a bright and positive character, and now, it seemed like she was deeply hurt.

“Ning Qing, I will go make some porridge for you. Sleep for a little while more. After the porridge is done, I will wake you up to eat.”

Ning Qing did not respond.

Yin Shuiling stretched out her hand to caress Ning Qing’s small head, and she walked out of the room.

After the room got silent, Ning Qing slowly opened her eyes, and she stretched out her hand to touch the other pillow. She then slowly placed her head on it, but the pillow did not have his scent.

He had not slept in this bedroom.

She suddenly recalled, back in the Tea Pavilion villa in the past, he was busy with corporate matters, and he would come home very late at night. She lay alone on the bed, and she was covered up in the blankets while her small face blushed as she secretly took his pillow in her embrace, and she had gone into slumber happily.

His clean and crisp scent had been on the pillow, and she was like a dog, sniffing and sniffing it over and over again, as if it were opium. She was unable to kick her addiction.

She sniffed it twice, and it was only then that she could sleep in peace.

There was a time when he returned home coincidentally, and one of his large hands was tugging his tie. He saw that she was sniffing his pillow, and he immediately dropped the car keys in his hands. He pounced with a smile on his face. He held her in his embrace and said,”Wifey, what are you doing? Put that pillow down and come to me.”

She was shy, and she blocked her ears with her two little hands, choosing not to listen to him, and she pretended to punish him as she rolled her body onto his.

He cupped her soft waist, and the two of them were fooling around happily on the bed.

That was the sweetness and romance of the past.

Ning Qing froze for a few seconds, then slowly sat back up. She lowered her gaze and pulled out the IV drip from her right hand before getting off of the bed.

She opened a tiny gap in the door, and there was someone talking in the living room.

“Old Madam, I have investigated where is Young Master currently staying. Young Master is residing in the villa at Fragrant Springs Lake. Leng Zhiyuan… Young Master Zhou have moved in with him,” the old butler reported softly.

“Ay, this son of mine, I don’t know what he’s trying to do. He has a home, but he doesn’t want to stay here but wants to move out. Dayuan is also over there, right? That is good. I’m relieved that he’s accompanying Shaoming. Although I believe Shaoming would not behave recklessly, that Leng something… If Qingqing finds out about her, she would definitely not feel comfortable.”

“Old Madam, Shaoming seemed a little off when we saw him. Did Old Master tell you what happened to him?”

“Dinghua did want to say it last night, but Little Young Master Lu kept crying nonstop, and I coaxed him to sleep last night. Dinghua left for the office before the day broke. The Lu Corporation is in a huge mess right now; he is probably busy with that.”

“Old Madam, what should we do then? Madam is sick, and Young Master is behaving like that…”

Song Yajing snorted in anger, and she responded, “Later, I will personally make a trip down to the Fragrant Springs Lake Villa to check on Shaoming. I will see what he is up to exactly. You all should take care not to spout nonsense in front of Madam; let Madam recover before we proceed.”

“Yes, Madam,” the butler agreed.

Ning Qing saw them continue to chat, and the butler went out of the door. Song Yajing went upstairs to look at Little Young Master Lu. Yin Shuiling was busy in the kitchen. There was no one around in the living room.

She turned around to go back to the bedroom, walked to the closet, and took out a set of clothes.

…

Song Yajing carried Little Young Master Lu to come into Ning Qing’s bedroom, but there was no one on the bed.

“Qingqing, Qingqing.” Song Yajing walked into the bathroom and closet to look around, and it was all empty. The big IV drip beside the bed still was full and not finished yet, and the needle that had been pulled out was dripping water on the carpet…

“Qingqing..” Song Yajing’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran outside. She asked the helpers, “Have any of you seen Madam around?”

“Old Madam, we have not.”

At this moment, Yin Shuiling had a little porcelain bowl of plain vegetable porridge as she came upstairs. She saw what was happening and asked, “Aunty, what is going on?”

“Qingqing is missing.”

“What? Gosh, Aunt, Ning Qing must have gone to look for Young Master Lu.”

…

In the Fragrant Springs Lake Villa

Lu Shaoming, Zhou Dayuan, and Leng Zhiyuan were seated at the dining table as they ate breakfast.

Leng Zhiyuan was dressed in a short black crew neck tee, and she matched it with a pair of tight light-blue jeans. This outfit was very thin for the winter, but she did not feel cold. The broad collar of the t-shirt exposed her exquisite, mesmerizing collarbones, and her dark black hair was tied up expertly into a ponytail.

She was a mixed-race child from China and Australia, and she was 5’9″. Her figure was tall and lanky, and her most beautiful feature was her youthful eyes. It highlighted her Chinese beauty, complemented by her grey irises. The elusive grey colour added to the mystery of her aura. She had an exotic, foreign appeal.

She did not have an expression on her face, and she was mostly cold and frosty. “Young Master Lu, have you not found out who were the villagers working for?”

Lu Shaoming took a sip of milk. He shook his head politely and plainly before he said, “Not yet.”

Leng Zhiyuan put down the knife and fork in her hands that she had been cutting her steak with, then coldly snorted. She had grown up in Hong Kong, and she normally used Cantonese in her daily speech. Now that she was in mainland China, her Mandarin was a little awkward as she said, “Young Master Lu, do you know how to settle these matters or not? If you are not capable, then just confess it honestly. I will make a call to my people in Hong Kong.”

Lu Shaoming glanced at Leng Zhiyuan once, and said, ” Miss Leng, let me remind you once again: This is Mainland China, and it is not your territory anymore. You need to stay calm.”

Leng Zhiyuan welcomed Lu Shaoming’s deep eyes and broke out into laughter. “Of course Young Master Lu is calm; it is because the one lying in the hospital ward is not your older brother.”

“Why, listening to Miss Leng’s tone, are you not happy with me?”

“Of course I am not satisfied with a person just like Young Master Lu! Just because of one woman, you are willing to give up your own life. I seriously suspect both your intelligence and competence.”

Zhou Dayuan listened to their conversation, and he slowly started to smile. Sometimes, he felt that this Leng Zhiyuan who was opposite him was still pretty cute. She actually dared to speak to Lu Shaoming like that, and she was definitely the first person to do so.

Lu Shaoming chaneled his gaze down, and he was elegant as he continued to cut his steak. His face was calm as he said, “Miss Leng, calm your anger. No matter how unsatisfied you feel towards me, you want to take revenge. You still need me.”

“You!” Leng Zhiyuan slammed her hand on the dining table.

Zhou Dayuan was planning to eat the fried egg, and this slap of hers made the entire table shake, making the milk in his glass spill onto the fried egg.

…

Lu Shaoming turned his gaze sideways to look at him before lifting up his eyebrows to look. He meant — What a joke!

Zhou Dayuan: “…”

Leng Zhiyuan suddenly stood up, then she knocked over the dining table, and it fell on the floor. “Since that is the case, then I will be making the first move.”

She walked towards the direction of the door.

Four bodyguards were standing by the door, and Lu Shaoming lifted his eyes to give them a look. The bodyguards immediately stretched out their arms to stop Leng Zhiyuan. “Miss Leng, you cannot leave.”

Leng Zhiyuan gave them a look. “You’re trying to block me?”

Leng Zhiyuan grabbed their arms with the speed of lightning, and with a smack, she fractured a bodyguard’s bones. The bodyguard did not have any time to react, and Leng Zhiyuan threw him over her shoulder. She had directly thrown the bodyguard to the floor.

The three bodyguards came together, and Leng Zhiyuan made use of her long thighs. The strength in her thighs did not lose to a man’s. They were long and straight, and they had immense strength. She directly threw the three bodyguards on their chests.

A chain of shouts rang out. Zhou Dayuan looked over with a plain expression. He smiled and said, “With her leg, she has smashed all of these people’s chests. Her skills are both quick and cruel.”

Lu Shaoming had a handsome frown on his face as he placed the knife and fork down on the table. He used the napkin to wipe the corners of his lips before he slowly asked, “Miss Leng, are you done kicking up a fuss?”

Leng Zhiyuan placed her leg down, and she stood up straight. Her short black t-shirt made her figure look even more lithe, the professional secret agent had a really curvy behind. She walked confidently over to Lu Shaoming and placed one small hand behind his sculpted shoulders. She then bend down and smiled as she said, “Young Master Lu, I am still not done making up a fuss. What do you want to do? Should we fight?”

Every single word from the woman was very slow and calm, and it was easy to see the meaning behind her words. Zhou Dayuan could not help but burst out into laughter.

Lu Shaoming had a frown on his face, and he had a displeased expression as he glanced at Zhou Dayuan.

Zhou Dayuan shrugged his shoulders as he said, “Shaoming, she just challenged you. Don’t be courteous; fight!”

Lu Shaoming’s head hurt, and all of this…

He closed his eyes, then opened them. His line of vision unintentionally scanned outside the window, and the grass patch outside the window had a white figure on it.

Lu Shaoming’s eyes contracted.

Ning Qing was dressed in a white winter coat. There was a pink wool hat on her head, and her small, exquisite face was covered up well. It was extremely cold outside, and when she took a breath in and exhaled, a small puff of white fog came out from her small, pink mouth.

She was on the grass patch, and she was channelling her gaze towards him.

It was only then that Lu Shaoming recalled that Leng Zhiyuan’s hand was still on his shoulder, and he moved, ducking away from her silently.

When he opened his eyes again, that small figure outside the French windows had already disappeared.

Lu Shaoming felt his heart sink. He stood up from the chair, and retreated through the dining room. He walked into the living room, and looked several times outside the window. But he just could not see the shadow of that girl anymore.

“Shaoming, what are you looking for?” Zhou Dayuan asked.

“Nothing important.” Lu Shaoming worriedly responded, and he felt a little flustered inside his heart. He did not do anything significant, but she had seen Leng Zhiyuan place her hand on his shoulder.

He was afraid that she would misunderstand him.

She was all alone just now. She looked tiny and frail, and she stood firmly by the window to look at him.

She was so quiet. She did not speak, and she did not have any expression on her face.

Lu Shaoming felt his body feel uncomfortable again. His senses told him that he should distance himself from her, but he had already started to walk. He went to the door and stretched out his hand to open it.

Did she come all alone? Was she going back now?

Did someone drive her over?

He was very worried.

He wanted to go out to look at her; even seeing her back-profile could make him feel relieved.

The main doors of the villa were open, and there was a person standing by the steps outside the door. Ning Qing, who was dressed in a white winter coat, was standing outside the door.

Lu Shaoming froze, and he did not expect that she had yet to leave.

She was channelling her gaze downwards, and her long lashes that were like a butterfly’s wings were still as her eyes were closed. Hr small hands were placed in front of her body, and they were twisted with one another.