My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“Luoxi, Luoxi…” Ning Qing shouted several times in succession, but only the mechanical beep responded.

She quickly dialed Ou Luoxi’s number. This time it was — Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable.

Ning Qing put her cell phone away and looked nervously at the man beside her. “Shaoming, let’s go back quickly. I’m afraid something will happen to Luoxi and Xiaofu.” Luoxi has turned off his cell phone and said that he wants to go where he belongs. I’m afraid that he would close himself up again and go back to the mountains.”

Ning Qing was really worried. This world was huge. Where was the place that Luoxi belonged?

He had left the mountains at the age of 19, returned to the Ou family home, and then entered the entertainment industry, but he said he was not happy at all.

Nothing in this glorious world was what he wanted.

After a long trip, only the deep mountains were his home.

Lu Shaoming glanced sideways at the little woman, who furrowed her eyebrows tightly, and her palm-sized delicate little face was frowning. Her eyes were red, and all those worries and heartaches seemed to be able to make her cry the next second.

Lu Shaoming’s eyes were full of tenderness. He raised his hand and caressed the woman’s hair and comforted her with a low, rich voice. “I’ve arranged for a subordinate to be there. Xia Xiaofu is probably returning to T City. I’ve arranged a special plane. As for Luoxi, he had his life to live. I can only guarantee his safety.”

“But I’m still worried. I want to go back and check.”

“Hah.” Lu Shaoming raised his eyebrows and laughed softly, his voice was soft and low, full of charm and indulgence, as if talking to a girl who loves crying. “You can only check if you go back. For others, when they are injured, the thing they need most is time, not a checkup from you.”

Ning Qing said nothing. She pouted pink lips and hesitated. “But…”

Lu Shaoming laughed. “Be good, let them calm down, alright?”

Ning Qing was persuaded and she leaned back in her chair. Yes, Luoxi and Xiaofu needed time. It was not good for her to interfere.

She lowered her head, forced the wetness back in her eyes, and looked sideways at the man. The man did not look at her. His well-defined palm was pressed on the steering wheel, and his actions were as smooth as flowing water.

He looked in the left rear view mirror and then changed lanes. She could see the delicate side view of his face that he had left her, with carved outlines and neatly trimmed sideburns.

He was deep and calm.

Ning Qing blushed a little and worriedly stated, “Then, Luoxi and Xiaofu will be handed over to you.”

The woman’s voice suddenly became soft and sweet, like water oozing out. Lu Shaoming’s abdomen went numb when he heard her voice. He lifted his brows as he looked at her.

He saw her little face blushing when he turned to look at her.

Lu Shaoming was genuinely delighted. “Alright.” He hummed, lifting his lips in a good mood. “You sleep first. We’ll have to take the plane at the airport later.”

Ning Qing watched the burning in his eyes and turned her small head. Some flames between men and women could be ignited in an instant. They both knew it but would not expose it.

She closed her eyes, feeling a little sweet in her heart, and recalled that they had been married for more than three years, but their feelings were still as strong as those of newlyweds.

Ning Qing sighed contentedly in her heart. The love spell was finally cured, and she would have a long future with him.

…

Ning Qing was still in the car when she opened her eyes again. She blinked her sleepy eyes and asked groggily, “Shaoming, where are we now?”

Lu Shaoming killed the engine and pulled out the car key. “We’re home.”

Home?

Ning Qing could not respond for a moment. Which home?

She took a look through the car window and was stunned when she saw the Tea Pavilion Villa.

She hadn’t come to this villa for a long time.

The passenger door was opened. The man stood in front of her with his right hand on the door. His left hand touched her little face and looked at her stunned and lovely appearance. Lu Shaoming pinched her face irresistibly. “What are you looking at? Get out of the car, and let’s go home.”

“No!” Ning Qing shrank into the car and glared at the man. She hummed, “Who wants to go home with you? I haven’t promised to move back yet. I want to go back to my mother’s house. Little Qinwen is waiting for me.”

Lu Shaoming stood up straight when he heard the words. He took back his hand, put it in his pocket, and slightly raised his sharp brows. He laughed. “You’re really not going home?”

Ning Qing shook her head and took on a firm stand. “No!”

Lu Shaoming nodded. “That’s alright. Whatever you say.”

He turned and left.

As soon as he took a step, he suddenly remembered something and looked back at her. “By the way, I forgot to tell you that I’ve brought Little Qinwen here. My son will live with me in the future.”

What?

Ning Qing was shocked. She jumped out of the car quickly and went after the man. “Hey, Lu Shaoming, stand right there. What do you mean? Who allowed you to pick up Little Qinwen? When you want us, mother and son, you’ll pick us up. If you don’t want us, you’ll drive us away. You’re really too domineering.”

Lu Shaoming slowed down his steps and let her catch up. He took out his big hand from his trousers pocket and held her weak boneless little hand. He bit her ear as he said in a low voice, “Whether I want you guys or not, you know in your heart.”

Ning Qing stretched out her hand and pushed him. “Speak properly; go away!”

Don’t do anything else.

But her little fragrant shoulder was hugged by the man. “Don’t make trouble, Wifey. Let’s go home. Little Qinwen and Mom are waiting.”

Mom’s here too?

Which Mom?

While Ning Qing was confused, the man had opened the door of the villa, and she was half pushed and half carried into the villa.

It was already evening, and the villa was ablaze with lights. Ning Qing heard joyous conversation and laughter coming from the living room. Then, people came out one after another. “Qingqing…”

Lu Dinghua, Song Yajing.

Ning Zhenguo, Yue Wanqing.

Both families’ parents were here.

There were warm and kind smiles on all four faces, and they looked at her one after another.

Ning Qing was a little awkward. Although she knew that Lu Shaoming had fallen under a love spell and that his parents had no choice, she had felt that life was really hard, and she felt wronged at that time.

With that in mind, her nose soured and her head hung down.

“Qingqing…” Then, Song Yajing came forward and held Ning Qing in her arms. She patted her back as she sobbed out tears of joy, “Qingqing, you have suffered grievances during this period. Dad and Mom know. Shaoming has also told us what happened in Miao Jiang. Qingqing, you are so foolish. You’re even willing to throw your life away for Shaoming, but you are also very brave. Qingqing, it is the blessing of the Lu family, for letting Shaoming marry you, and you have also given birth to Little Qinwen for our Lu family. You are really a great Minister of our family. Thank you, Qingqing.”

Ning Qing would not harp on the unpleasant things, and these two old people also had no choice. At this time, as she listened to Song Yajing’s words, she reached out and hugged Song Yajing. “Mom.”

Song Yajing heard that she was still willing to call her Mom. Her eyebrows lifted in glee. She immediately replied, “Yes!”

All the people present laughed, and Lu Dinghua went forward. “Alright, stop crying. Today is a good day of reunion. We’ll remember Ning Qing’s grievances in our hearts and slowly make up for them in the future.”

Yue Wanqing opened her mouth and said with a smile, “Make up for what? One family doesn’t speak two sentences. Everything Qingqing does is what she should do. All we can do as elders are to hope that young people can be well in the future.”

“Yes,” Ning Zhenguo echoed. “They will be well. From today on, Shaoming and Qingqing will be fine.”

Ning Qing lifted her beautiful lips as tears fell from her eyes.

At this time, a rough finger helped her gently wipe her tears away. A man’s voice of tender adoration rang out in her ear. “Don’t cry anymore.”

Ning Qing looked up. Lu Shaoming stood beside her. The handsome face of the man was hidden in the dizzy and dazzling light. He was staring at her with a brilliant and burning glow.

Their parents were laughing. She was the first one to be embarrassed. She gently brushed his hand away, and she backed away, keeping an appropriate distance.

They were in front of their parents, but he did not know how to restrain himself.

Then, there was a baby’s silver-bell like laughter. “Dad…dy… Mummy…”

Ning Qing looked sideways and was surprised. Little Qinwen could already walk. He was wearing a grass-colored T-shirt, light-colored tapered jeans, and his fair and tender feet stepped on the pale yellow carpet without shoes. He was stumbling towards her.

Ning Qing went forward and squatted down, holding her son in her arms.

“Little Qinwen, did you miss mummy?” Ning Qing took a sniff of her son’s fragrance, which was sweet and delicious.

She kissed her son hard. “Little Qinwen, can you walk already? Mummy didn’t even know. Little Qinwen is the best.”

Little Qinwen’s big grape-like eyes were bright and shining. He held his mom’s skirt in his two small hands and dove into mummy’s fragrant bosom while giggling.

Am I the best, Mummy?

If I’m the best then hug me.

Ning Qing held her son tight.

“Qingqing, Little Qinwen suddenly walked a few days ago. Although he walked unsteadily and fell while walking, the more he fell, the more he wanted to walk. He wasn’t afraid of pain at all. Little Qinwen is young but tough. I think he’s like Shaoming,” Yue Wanqing said as she laughed.

Ning Qing didn’t agree when she heard that. Why should all the good traits be from him?

Song Yajing laughed. “I don’t think so. Shaoming was not like that when he was a child. I think Little Qinwen’s toughness is inherited from Qingqing.”

Now Ning Qing was happy. That’s right!

But on second thought, would that man cry when he fell when he was a child?

How embarrassing.

Despise him.

At this time, a hand reached into her arms. Little Qinwen was picked up. “Daddy hugs.”

Little Qinwen was embraced by the man.

Ning Qing had to get up.

Then Lu Dinghua said, “Dinner is ready. Let’s eat.”

…

When the family was sitting at the table, Song Yajing thought of a question. “Shaoming, Qingqing, you’ve moved back here, but Little Qinwen needs to be taken care of. How about this: Wanqing and I will take turns taking care of Little Qinwen.”

Ning Qing wanted to express that it was feasible. Lu Shaoming was busy with work. She was also busy with <Lurker> and the wine contest. Little Qinwen needed someone to take care of him.

She was most assured when the two grandmothers were looking after Little Qinwen.

“No, you don’t need to come. I’ll take care of Little Qinwen,” the man said.

Ning Qing was stunned, what?

She looked at the man beside her in surprise.

He would… Take care of Little Qinwen?

Can he take care of a child?

It sounds like an unreliable thing.

Both parents and Ning Qing felt the same and looked at Lu Shaoming with suspicion and distrust. “Shaoming, are you serious? How will a man like you take care of Little Qinwen?”