My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing covered her mouth with her hand as she looked at Lu Shaoming. The man was still holding the paper bag in one hand and had his other hand in his pocket. His elegant demeanor did not reflect the fact that he had just hit someone.

He was too fast. He punched and the enemy collapsed. His action was carried out in a split second, and Xu Junxi hadn’t the endurance nor the strength to counter-attack. He won with just a single hit.

It was Ning Qing’s first time seeing Lu Shaoming hit someone. She never thought a man like him could be so brutal, yet charming even when he fights.

As she was in a shock, Lu Shaoming pushed the paper bag into her arms and said unhappily, “Change in the bathroom. Let’s go home.”

Ning Qing knew that he wasn’t in a good mood form the look on his face. She quickly grabbed the change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

…

After they bid farewell to Ning Zhenguou, they got into the car. Lu Shaoming held the steering wheel and made a smooth turn. Then, the Bentley was on the highway.

“Why did you open the door for Xu Junxi to enter the room?” The man broke the silence first.

“I thought it was you so I opened the door. I closed the door when I saw it was Xu Junxi but he squeezed in. I am not as strong as him, I couldn’t stop him,” Ning Qing explained.

“Heh.” Lu Shaoming smiled. “So, he hugged and kissed you because you had no strength?”

Ning Qing could hear sarcasm and she looked sideways at him. The man’s determined face looked rather cold and his beautiful jaw looked as sharp as a blade.

Ning Qing’s anger was boiling. “Lu Shaoming, what do you mean? You think I intentionally let him kiss me? What kind of person do you think I am? It’s all your fault. You dirtied my clothes with those ridiculous things and I had no clothes. Otherwise, I would’ve left the room immediately!”

Lu Shaoming looked sideways at her and smirked maliciously. “Ridiculous? Is that how you describe our sons and daughters?”

Ning Qing, “…”

Ning Qing’s anger had to place to vent. She didn’t do anything wrong. How could he suspect her? Didn’t he know just how hurtful his doubts were?

Bad guy, so bad.

…

The Bentley stopped at the field by the villa. The two of them sat in silence, but no one got out of the car.

A minute later, Lu Shaoming unfastened his seatbelt and got out of the car. He walked around the car and opened the passenger side door. The girl was extremely angry, she puffed out her cheeks and humphed.

“Stop it, get out of the car.” Lu Shaoming sounded rigid.

“No, my leg hurts. I can’t walk any further,” Ning Qing emphasized on the word “leg”. She was mad at him and she wanted to embarrass him. She wanted him to be ashamed!

Lu Shaoming bent down to unfasten her seatbelt. Then, he carried her.

“Hey!” Ning Qing clenched her fist and punched him. They had yet to reconcile. Who let him carry her?

Her welled-up eyes caught his handsome face but he didn’t look at her. His determined face became gentler and his pursed thin lips seemed to indicate that he blamed himself.

Ning Qing’s scorn quickly softened. The autumn night was cold but his embrace was warm and made her feel reluctant to leave. She held his neck slowly as she buried herself in his embrace.

How could he do that? He forced her. Although he didn’t do it for real, she gave in. Can’t he make her feel better? Where did his usual gentleman-like demeanor go?

…

Lu Shaoming put Ning Qing on the bed in her bedroom. He then went to the bathroom and came back.

She kept her gaze low and the man’s black handmade leather shoes filled her sight. His hand touched her white jacket and he started taking off her clothes.

“What are you doing?” Ning Qing was frightened and rolled under the blanket to stay away from him.

“Your legs hurt, don’t they? I filled the tub and came to take off your clothes and bring you into the shower.”

“No, I’ll shower myself!” Ning Qing climbed down the bed and ran into the shower. She then locked the door.

Lu Shaoming watched the door shut tightly and there were helplessness and gentleness in his eyes. He leaned down to put her pair of pink furry slippers by the door. He exhorted gently, “Although there’s carpet, don’t run away barefooted. I leave your slippers outside. Put them on after your shower.”

She didn’t respond, and he could hear water running. She must be in the bathtub now.

Lu Shaoming leaned his back against the wall lazily as his Adam’s apple rolled. His throat and lips still felt dry.