My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Chapter 277 - Ning Qing, Thank You

Chapter 277: Ning Qing, Thank You

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

“So you married me?” Lu Dinghua asked softly.

“Yes,” Song Yajing nodded, “I married you.”

They danced quietly for a while. Lu Dinghua reached out and touched Song Yajing’s hair. “Yajing, this is the second time I’ve seen the four little steps you took just now.”

Song Yajing was immersed in Stven’s music, but she suddenly stiffened when she heard him.

“The first time, I watched you dance outside the dance studio. After that, I ran home and said to my mother, “Mom, that girl named Song Yajing, she is my Mrs. Lu.”

Song Yajing looked up incredulously. “You...”

Lu Dinghua smiled. “At that time, I only wanted to marry you, so I pushed away all those noble ladies and chose the Song family. Unfortunately, after I married you, you stopped dancing.”

Song Yajing: “...”

“Over the years, I’ve had a couple of women that are close to me outside. I know you’re not jealous, and you haven’t paid attention to them. If you had paid attention, you would realize that they look very similar to you in one way or another.”

Song Yajing heard that and quickly reached out to hit him.

Lu Dinghua embraced her in his arms. “Don’t get me wrong, as long as a man of the Lu family marries his wife, he will only have that woman in his life. Yajing, we’ve been married for 35 years; give me a little feminine tenderness.”

...

Looking at her in-laws in the distance, Ning Qing was really embarrassed. Lu Shaoming had wrapped her shoulders in his arms. She buried her small face in the man’s chest and whispered, “Hubby, I didn’t know that Mom and Dad’s relationship was this good. I feel so shy looking at them.”

Lu Shaoming turned around with her. “It’s my first time seeing them so close too, Wifey. It’s all thanks to you.”

Ning Qing raised her head quickly. Because of their difference in height, she could only look up at his sexy Adam’s apple and firm jaw. She was not at all modest, and she smiled. “That’s right, Hubby. Your wife is the best. People’s hearts are all made out of flesh. Mom and I don’t have any conflicts of interest, and we’re also family. As long as I treat her with sincerity and filial piety, Mom will accept me when she sees how good I am.

“I understand Mom. Sometimes environment decides a person’s life. Mom has been Mrs. Lu for too many years. She had forgotten that she has another name, Song Yajing, and she can be herself. As long as I find Mom’s softness, and then strip off her disguise bit by bit, Mom will be happy, and my future life will be comfortable.”

Lu Shaoming caressed her hair adoringly and asked, “How did you know that Mom likes Stven?”

“Yingjie told me.”

Lu Shaoming froze midstep. He quickly took back his big palm on her shoulder, and his thin, red lips flattened into an unhappy, straight line. He was about to walk away.

“Hey, Shaoming!” Ning Qing quickly grabbed his arm. Her fair, slim, little index finger quietly climbed up to his nose tip and rubbed it as she said, “I lied, Uncle told me. Hubby, I finally know, you’re jealous of Yingjie! You’re actually jealous of that little kid. You must be embarrassed! ”

She was holding onto him. The girl was laughing at him. She rubbed her soft body on his arm like a charming woman. His heart softened a little as his face turned a little red.

He ignored her and walked on.

Ning Qing followed him like a little tail. When they came to the cake counter, Ning Qing smiled proudly. “Hubby, see how popular your wife’s cake is? Everyone ate it all without wasting it.”

Lu Shaoming frowned. “Why didn’t I get to taste it?”

The first time his wife had baked a cake was not for him. He was not the first to taste it. Now he didn’t even get to eat it.

Ning Qing looked at his expression and snickered, “Hubby, don’t you hate desserts?”

Lu Shaoming: “...” I’ll ignore her.

Ning Qing took his big hand and brought him into the kitchen. There was a small piece of cake on the glazed kitchen table. Ning Qing picked it up and handed it to the man. “When I cut the cake just now, I told the servant to leave a slice for you. How could my husband not have a slice? Try it, Hubby?”

Lu Shaoming took the cake and gave her a “that’s better” look.

Lu Shaoming frowned when he forked a piece of cake into his mouth with a small fork.

Ning Qing looked at his face nervously and asked softly, “Hubby, isn’t it delicious?”

Lu Shaoming picked up a piece and handed it to her lips. “You try it.”

“Ok.” Ning Qing opened her mouth.

But she could not eat it because Lu Shaoming took back his hand and placed the cake in his mouth.

Ning Qing laughed quickly and landed a small tender fist on his shoulder. “Hubby, give me a bite. I haven’t tasted my craft yet!”

Lu Shaoming did not fulfill her wish, and he soon finished the small piece of cake.

Ning Qing stamped her feet in anger. Her delicate cheeks puffed up angrily, then she turned her head fiercely with a “humph.” She did not look at him.

Lu Shaoming, with a low laugh, approached her and embraced her from behind. “Angry? Because Wifey’s skills are too good, Hubby had to eat a little more.”

“But you can’t not let me have some,” Ning Qing said angrily.

“Wifey, I left you some.” Lu Shaoming held out his left hand, and his index finger was covered with some bread from the cake.

Ning Qing’s soft body twisted in the man’s iron arms when she saw the bread crumbs. She protested, “What is that? I want to try some of the cream.”

“The cream is gone. Have some bread.” Lu Shaoming gave her a big kiss on her little face.

Ning Qing didn’t have a second choice. It was better to have a little than none at all. She opened her mouth and ate the bread on the man’s fingers.

The bread went into her mouth, soft and tasty. Ning Qing was satisfied, but she quickly furrowed her eyebrows, as the man did not withdraw index finger from her mouth.

“Lu Shaoming!” Ning Qing’s little face turned red, and she broke away from his grasp. She hid in the corner with a guarded gaze. “You!” What are you doing?”

Lu Shaoming cleared his throat. “Ning Qing, you haven’t forgotten the promise tonight, right?”

Ning Qing’s eyes avoided him. Her anxious and shy appearance was like a young girl, “No...”

He needn’t keep reminding her. She would be nervous.

Lu Shaoming approached her with his long legs. “Good, that was just to help you get used to it.”

Ning Qing wanted to drill a hole in the ground and vanish. The man’s clean and oppressive scent was approaching. Her two small hands firmly gripped the corners of her gown. She was extremely nervous.

She was afraid that he would bully her without caring about the occasion.

At this time, she heard, “Young Madam.” The servant had come over. She did not barge into the kitchen unwelcomed but stood by the door. “Young Madam, the housekeeper asked you to come over and discuss something about the banquet.”

It was as if Ning Qing had been granted amnesty. She pushed the man’s chest with her fair little hand and jogged out immediately.

Lu Shaoming was really worried about the way she jogged so casually. She was already five months pregnant, but her body was still so agile. She liked jogging frequently, and he was afraid that she would eventually fall and injure herself.

Lu Shaoming stood by the kitchen door, looked at the servant, and in a low voice, asked, “Are you sure the sugar wasn’t mixed up in the kitchen today?”

The little servant glanced at his young master secretly. The man was wearing a black shirt and trousers, and he had a low-key luxury watch on his wrist. His sculpted, handsome face was hidden in the darkness, and he appeared more noble and calm. The charm of a mature man was extraordinary on him.

The servant’s face turned red. She walked into the kitchen quickly and took out the sugar box. After tasting it, her expression changed. “Young Master, somebody had probably made a mistake. The sugar was mixed up with salt.”

“Makes sense.” Lu Shaoming hummed and went out.

The little servant suddenly thought, “Oh, no, Young Madam’s cake is made with this sugar. Are the cakes all salty?”

...

The birthday banquet came to a successful conclusion, and the VIPs gradually dispersed. The family of four stood by the door as they sent the band Stven off.

Ning Qing stood beside Lu Shaoming. At this time, she still felt pretty inferior. Her husband and even her parents-in-law could speak French fluently, but she could not understand it.

She felt awkward.

Song Yajing was talking to the lead singer of the band Stven. “You guys quit the music industry about 20 years ago. I didn’t expect you guys to be reunited at my birthday banquet today. Thank you for the wonderful memories you have brought me. I had a great time tonight!”

The lead singer looked at Ning Qing and had a smile as he said, “You should thank this beautiful girl. We hadn’t intended to come, but the girl went to our doorsteps several times and said she wanted to give her mother the best birthday present. She prepared a special plane for us and even threatened to bring us here even if she had to tie us up and kidnap us. With the right amount of willpower, you can achieve anything. We were touched by her sincerity. We couldn’t help it. We’re here.”

Ning Qing roughly knew that they were discussing her. She put her hands together and bowed. She winked and said embarrassingly in English. “I’m very sorry for this bold interruption. Thank you for your wonderful singing. Thank you.”

Lu Dinghua and Lu Shaoming exchanged a few more words with them, then the band Stven left in their personal car.

In the villa, servants were cleaning and tidying up. The four people stood by the door and talked. Song Yajing’s eyes lacked her usual sternnes, and she became extremely gentle. She looked at Ning Qing and said, “Ning Qing, thank you.”

She asked her to unload her burden, be a beautiful woman, and enjoy the time that belonged to her. She was really happy tonight.

It was like going back many years ago. She had the chance to throw off her armor and relax.

Ning Qing flashed a sweet smile. “Mom, you’re welcome. Today is your birthday. As long as Mom is happy, everything’s good.”

Song Yajing was moved in her heart, but she was not a person who could be sentimental, so she asked about serious matters. “Shaoming, Ning Qing, where are you sleeping tonight? Do you want to...sleep at home?”

Speaking of where to sleep, Ning Qing was a bit guilty.

She didn’t know if Lu Dinghua had done it unconsciously or intentionally, but she saw Lu Dinghua’s hand on Song Yajing’s shoulder slide down to her waist.

Ning Qing immediately felt uneasy. Did she accidentally see a hint from her father-in-law to her mother-in-law?

Raising her sparkling gaze to look at the man beside her, she waited for him to open his mouth.

This was when he should speak.

“Dad, Mom, it’s already too late today. Everyone is tired. We’ll go back to the Tea Pavillion Villa. You should go to bed early too.”

Lu Dinghua immediately opened his mouth and said, “Okay, drive carefully then.”

Lu Shaoming took Ning Qing’s little hand and led her to the Bentley. The car started. Ning Qing looked through the rearview mirror. Song Yajing was standing by the door and watching them leave. Lu Dinghua directly grabbed her waist and belt and went upstairs.

Song Yajing was a little awkward and pushed Lu Dinghua a little before going up the stairs. Lu Dinghua’s lips fell on her face once they were upstairs.

Ning Qing quickly withdrew her gaze. Her breathing quickened and her mind was thinking — No, she should not see it. Should not see it... She would have a sty in her eye.

Accidentally, her autumn eyes collided with the bright, black eyes of the man.