My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

She liked to use internet slang, such as: mammy, pops, epic, and so on. When she said these words, she would enunciate them, and her lovely girlish voice was extremely coquettish.

Probably because he had pampered her. She knew that such a dull and rigid old man like him would love her coquettish charm.

Her body and heart melted together.

Ning Qing didn’t expect to hear the term “kissy” from his mouth after she had been kissed by him. She blushed and hid from him. “No, I still need to drink milk.”

She went to get the milk.

But the tall man was holding the cup of milk in his hand. He took a sip in front of her eyes, and with his fingers holding onto her tiny jaw, he moved closer to feed her.

“Lu Shaoming, no!” This was beyond the scope of the girl’s psychological endurance, and it was something that she would never do.

She kicked him with her little foot while pushing him away.

However, the man had managed to grab her little foot. His rough fingers felt deeply textured. When he rubbed them on her delicate feet, it tickled.

“Lu Shaoming, I’m ticklish! Don’t bully me like that.” Ning Qing broke away from him and climbed up the shiny countertop like an alert rabbit. She crawled towards the corner with her perky butt in the air, going far away from him.

Lu Shaoming swallowed the milk and glanced around, feeling relieved after checking that there was nothing that could injure her. He focused on her dainty figure in her violet nightgown, and since the night was still young, he suddenly got up and stopped her mischievously.

“Ning Qing, come down. I’ll go up if you don’t come down!” He grabbed her little buttock and slapped her gently.

The place where he hit her burned like fire, and Ning Qing scolded him. “Lu Shaoming, you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I don’t want to drink the milk you feed me. You’re already completely shameless.”

“Ning Qing, I’m Wolffy, so you’re my Wolnie. I’m nice enough to feed you milk. If you deprive me for too long, I’ll have you drink my milk.”

Ning Qing hardly knew what he was talking about. He was so outrageous.

Two small hands covered her ears as she spat, “Lu Shaoming, I don’t want to be friends with you anymore! I’m going to tell my mother.”

Lu Shaoming stretched out his two strong arms and pulled her in. He bent over her chattering mouth, and started fiercely kissing her. He was panting. “Wifey, the heavens are high and the Emperor is far away. There is no help; I’ll have already devoured you by the time Mom comes to rescue you.”

Ning Qing puffed up her delicate cheeks and hammered at him. “Lu Shaoming, why are you always thinking about these things? Little Master Lu is here; control yourself.”

“Alright then.” Lu Shaoming leaned over and set her on the cushion. “We’ll just do it and not talk about it.”

“You!” The man had already pressed down and covered her red lips.

…

The next morning, at the Lu family Villa

Song Yingjie was released by Song Yajing. He went downstairs and glanced around but did not see Ning Qing.

It was already 8 a.m. Ning Qing had never been so late.

Song Yingjie saw a servant and asked, “Has the Young Madam come down yet?”

“No.” The servant nodded. “Young Madam hasn’t come down yet.”

“Yingjie.” Song Yajing was coming down the stairs. She had lectured Song Yingjie the entire night and was still not reassured. “Yingjie, do you hear auntie talking to you? Zhou Zhilei was just using you. You should stop causing trouble and use your brain in the future,” she chastised.

“Auntie, I know.” Song Yingjie furrowed his brows and was a little annoyed.

Just then, a car drove past the landing window. Song Yingjie looked up. It was not the luxury car that had been retrieving Ning Qing; it was a Bentley.

The driver’s side of the door opened first and a handsome figure came out. It was Lu Shaoming.

Lu Shaoming went around the car and opened the passenger door. He put one hand on the door and the other hand held Ning Qing’s little hand as he brought her out.

The man closed the passenger door. Song Yingjie saw that Lu Shaoming was going to wrap his arm around the girl’s shoulder, but the girl’s sparkling autumn pupils glared at him shyly, as if she were reprimanding him coquettishly. She didn’t allow him to touch her.

So Lu Shaoming just smiled gently.

Song Yingjie was somewhat shocked. This was the first time he had seen Lu Shaoming smile after all these years. In his bones, Lu Shaoming was like a king walking at the forefront of the new era. He was born to be looked up to — a fact augmented by the exquisite suit wrapped around his body and superior, cool demeanor.

But today, like all men in the world, this man had looked at his wife and smiled indulgently.

When Song Yajing saw Song Yingjie frozen on the spot, she followed his gaze, and she sighed again when she saw the man and woman outside the landing window. “I have finally come to understand: In this world, Ning Qing is probably the only one who can control your Brother Shaoming. I don’t know what the devil got into your Brother Shaoming.”

Song Yingjie thought to himself that this might be the magic of love. To be honest, this girl was really easy for men to fall in love with.

Ning Qing entered the villa first and saw the two of them standing there. She quickly put on a sweet smile and energetically said. “Good morning, Mom, Yingjie.”

Her smile was sweeter than yesterday’s. Women nourished by their man’s love would be filled with happiness inside and out. Ning Qing was one of those women.

“Hello. You’re here,” Song Yajing responded.

At this time, Lu Shaoming came in. He stopped beside the girl. The man’s tall and stern body made the girl seem more delicate. “Mom, Yingjie.”

Song Yingjie felt very guilty when he saw Lu Shaoming. “Brother Shaoming,” he cried out apologetically.

Lu Shaoming approached him, raised his hand, and patted him on the shoulder. He gently said, “Yingjie, you are 20 years old today. You should be able to distinguish between good and evil. You should be responsible for your words and deeds in the future.”

“Brother Shaoming, I know.” Song Yingjie nodded.

Ning Qing and Song Yajing both looked at the cousins with a feeling of satisfaction. Lu Shaoming had an aura of a successful and mature man about him. Song Yingjie always listened to him.

Lu Shaoming took back his hand. “I have to head to the office. Ning Qing, I’ll pick you up tonight.”

“Alright,” Ning Qing said as she watched him go.

The Bentley disappeared in the distance. Ning Qing went to organize her information. The banquet would occur the day after tomorrow. She had already arranged everything.

There was only one thing left that she wanted to ask Song Yajing. “Mom, the invitations have already been sent out, but how should I send the invitations to the Zhou family? Mrs. Zhou and Ms. Zhou are in China now. Should we send them the invitations?”

Song Yajing was also stumped. After last night, her impression of Zhou Zhilei was extremely poor, and so, she naturally would not want to see her at the birthday banquet, but the friendship between the Lu and Zhou family…

At this time, Song Yingjie said, “Auntie, of course, please let sister Zhilei come. I believe I have misunderstandings with sister Zhilei, as long as she explains it to me clearly, I can forgive her.”

As soon as Song Yajing heard this, her face sank and she said directly to Ning Qing, “Send the invitation to Master Zhou in the United States. Forget the mother and daughter pair. You don’t have to invite them to the banquet. And you, Song Yingjie, you stay out of trouble.”

Song Yajing walked out.

Seeing Song Yajing stomping out furiously, Song Yingjie looked at Ning Qing. Ning Qing’s eyes were curved as she looked as Song Yingjie and gave him a thumbs-up, which meant — you did great.

The old housekeeper took in the scene. In fact, he had already invited the Zhou family’s mother and daughter to the birthday party by phone. No matter how much Song Yajing hated Zhou Zhilei, at public banquets, the etiquette between the rich and powerful still needed to be observed.

But the Young Madam had chosen to mention the matter again at this juncture. Song Yingjie had used the method of agitation to agitate Song Yajing, causing her to harden her heart and sever the family’s relationship with this mother-daughter duo.

If they didn’t invite the Zhou family’s mother and daughter to the birthday banquet, then there would no longer be any more opportunities for private meetings.

The Young Madam had nipped all possibilities in the bud and made a quick and precise move.

“Young Madam,” said the old housekeeper with a respectful look. “If we’re not inviting the Zhou family’s mother and daughter to the birthday banquet, do we still use their red wine? I’m afraid they’ll be dissatisfied and not let us use their red wine.”

“Why would they do that?” Ning Qing replied with a calm smile. “Although Zhou Zhilei has failed a little as a person in her life, she has indeed been a strong and capable woman in the wine business all these years. The Lu family banquet using the Zhou family’s red wine is giving them face, and she would not be silly enough to ruin this brand opportunity. To put it another way, if she doesn’t want to let us use it, then so be it. Red wine is available everywhere; her family does not monopolize it.”

“Yes, Young Madam,” the old housekeeper answered.

…

After lunch, Song Yingjie sat down beside Ning Qing and studied. Ning Qing was teaching him English.

Her little air finger pointed to an English word: family. She had already taught him how to pronounce it several times, but Song Yingjie would always read it as “fa-mu-lay”.

Ning Qing was annoyed. “Song Yingjie, I’ve already said it so many times. This is pronounced family, not “fa-mu-lay”. Are you possessed by Deng Chao?”

Song Yingjie was also annoyed. He pushed the book away with both hands and said, “I’m not studying anymore.”

“Hey, you stupid fellow!” Ning Qing twisted his ear. “Are you going to study?”

Song Yajing was very distressed when she saw this scene. She wanted to go up and advise Ning Qing to be gentle, but the old housekeeper stopped her and said, “Madam, look again.”

Sure enough, the word “family” came out in perfect English.

Song Yajing shook her head in relief as she looked at Ning Qing’s back. She didn’t know what had happened to these people. They would only listen to Ning Qing’s discipline.

Song Yajing went upstairs with a faint smile on her face.

Ning Qing became sleepy after teaching English for a while. Summer was the season for sleepiness. She leaned her little head on the desk, closed her eyes, and muttered, “Yingjie, I’m going to sleep. You must continue to study and not be lazy.”

Song Yingjie looked at her sideways. “Why are you so sleepy today? Did you go to bed late last night?”

Ning Qing’s little face turned red instantly, and she closed her eyes in panic. “Children shouldn’t ask about adults’ matters!”

Song Yingjie: “…” He was no longer a child!

The girl beside him fell asleep quickly. The girl’s sweet and even breathing gently passed through Song Yingjie’s ears. The corner of his lower lip lifted as he turned a page of the book.

At this time, the girl moved. She touched his arm and probably felt that it was very soft, so she placed her little head on his arm and slept.

Song Yingjie stiffened and sat upright in an instant. He didn’t want to move out of fear of waking her up.

Looking sideways, she had only left him the back of her head. He was tall and could see the girl’s soft face covered by her beautiful, silky, black hair.