My Dangerous Billionaire Husband
chapter-103

Chapter 103: Forgive Me, Wifey

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

“And how do you make sure that it’s me in the room? You and Ning Yao are all called Miss Ning. Can you be sure that they were calling you?”

“I don’t believe it! If you don’t know her, would you take her to a dinner party, she’s still standing beside you? You don’t even bring me out…” Ning Qing pushed him.

“I didn’t bring anyone with me tonight. As the sponsor of this dinner party, I am also the boss. Which boss would you see attending a dinner party with a female companion? That Yi Shuang’s dad was standing opposite me. Her standing beside me and had nothing to do with me, Ning Qing. If you really want other men to take your number, you can tell me clearly; you don’t need to beat around the bush!” Lu Shaoming released her and stood up. He tugged the tie off his neck and threw it on the ground, leaving with a wave of his sleeve.

“Lu Shaoming…” Ning Qing didn’t know what he was talking about. Had she misunderstood him?

She could see his clanking and angry steps, and the legs of his pants that fluttered with his vigorous strides.

“Lu Shaoming…” Ning Qing scrambled up from the ground with her hands and feet. She ran after him, crying as she chased him. “Lu Shaoming, don’t go!” Sobs…

Lu Shaoming ignored her.

“Ah!” Ning Qing’s slim high heels suddenly got stuck in the water well cover by the roadside. Her foot twisted and she fell down on the ground again.

“Waa…” Ning Qing cried louder and louder. She looked at Shaoming’s back through teary eyes. “Shaoming, I’ve sprained my foot. It hurts so much.”

Lu Shaoming paused and struggled for a few seconds before he returned.

When he came in front of the sobbing girl, he squatted down and said, “What’s wrong?”

Ning Qing saw him come back and pouted her pink lips in grievance. She spread and showed him her two small hands that had been scrapped by the stones and pebbles on the road, “My palm is so painful. Look at it.”

Her little fair hands were still covered with stone and dust. Lu Shaoming helped her wipe them clean. He looked at the red marks that had been left by the sharp stones. He gently blew on them and asked, “Does it hurt?”

Ning Qing cried and laughed. Her tearful little face was like a tabby kitten. She looked at him. How stubborn she had been in the banquet hall was equal to how weak and pitiful she was now.

“No.”

Lu Shaoming reached out a strong arm to hold her soft waist and sat her on his squatted thigh. He took off her high-heeled shoes with two big hands. He touched her slender ankle and said, “Where did you sprain it? I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Because he was squatting down, she was taller than him by a head when she sat on his thigh. She slowly stretched out her slender arm and wrapped it around his neck as she leaned lovingly on his strong shoulder. She said in a sweet and soft voice, “I didn’t sprain it, we don’t have to go to the hospital.”

Telling him that she had sprained her ankle when she hadn’t? When did she learn to lie?

Lu Shaoming’s sculpted jawline was soft, and he picked her up and carried her. He was also holding one of her high-heeled shoes in one hand. They walked to the Bentley parked on the lawn.

Ning Qing nested in his arms, hugged him tightly, and took a deep whiff of the man’s scent.

Very satisfied.

With him, everything was indeed wonderful.

…

Looking at the backs of Shaoming and Ning Qing, who were shrinking in the distance, the people gathered at the entrance of the hall still couldn’t recover from the shock. What have they just seen?

Their aloof goddess of the new generation… had given Lu Shaoming a slap. Lu Shaoming was obviously angry but couldn’t help but wipe her tears for her, with clear heartache on his face.

Maybe Young Master Lu had realized that his male self-esteem and had left with a flutter of his sleeves again, and then the aloof goddess had given him honey after giving him a slap. Using all kinds of coquettish and flirtatious methods and after finally coaxing Young Master Lu, both husband and wife returned home?

This had completely changed their opinions!

Lu Shaoming, as the descendant of the Lu family and the leader of the Imperial Group, was restrained and luxurious. In his entire life, there were probably only a handful of people who could touch the corner of his clothes, let alone give him a slap to the face.

This aloof goddess of theirs was indeed arrogant and self-willed.

Huh. They felt all kinds of envy, jealousy, hatred.

…

Ning Qing snuggled in Lu Shaoming’s arms. From afar, she saw that Xu Junxi and Ning Yao were standing beside the Lamborghini. Their expressions were stiff, probably because they had just taken into account the scene that had just played out.

Ning Yao’s jealousy was bone deep.

At this time, a black-clothed attendant came towards them. The attendant held a pink handkerchief in his hand. He did not hand it to Ning Yao, but to Xu Junxi.

The staff member said, “President Xu, this is what Young Master Lu had ordered me to give back to you. Just now in the hall, Young Master Lu was chasing Miss Ning Qing. But Miss Ning Yao had come over with a glass of red wine in her hand and knocked into Young Master Lu and had also spilled red wine on Young Master Lu’s suit. Miss Ning Yao handed Young Master Lu her handkerchief. President Xu, a woman handing a man her handkerchief. You know what that means don’t you?”

Xu Junxi’s expression was grim, and he could be 100% sure that what the staff member said had been instructed by Lu Shaoming. The last sentence reminded him of the day before yesterday at the Ning House. He said to him, “A woman shedding tears for a man, Young Master Lu understands what it means, don’t you?”

Now Lu Shaoming has used his words against him!

He did not know that this had happened in the hall, but Lu Shaoming could have just refused the handkerchief. Instead, he asked his men to take it and gave it back to him now. He was indeed sinister and insidious.

All the blood drained from Ning Yao’s face.

The attendant continued, “Young Master Lu said that the most important thing for a woman is to abide by the law and know her place. Miss Ning Yao is President Xu’s fiancee but she still gave Young Master Lu her handkerchief. This is not knowing her place. Secondly, President Xu regards a sliver of grass as a treasure, but Young Master Lu sees it as grass no matter how he looks at it, so don’t try to climb up to him; be self-aware.

“Young Master Lu can see people through at a glance. He is clearer than anyone else on what kind of person Miss Ning Yao is. Young Master Lu doesn’t like to expose people in front of them. This time, by returning her handkerchief to President Xu, it’s a small punishment and a big warning to Miss Ning Yao. Next time, if she were to spend these unwelcomed efforts on Young Master Lu, he won’t let it go so gracefully.”

After saying those words, the attendant left.

Ning Yao’s face was burning with pain. For the first time ever, she felt that her spine had been trampled beneath the soles of someone’s feet ruthlessly. Lu Shaoming was very cruel.

She finally knew the reason why Lu Shaoming had taken the handkerchief. He had been waiting for this moment to humiliate her.

Because she had made things difficult for Ning Qing at the dinner party, he was protecting Ning Qing. That man had never spoken pretty and extravagant words. His greatest tool to show his love for his woman was to protect her with his immense power, and wait silently for her.

“Ning Yao, what is this?” Xu Junxi clenched his fists and asked her, “You saw that Young Master Lu is rich, so you want to seduce him and cheat on me?”

Ning Yao was shocked upon hearing that. She grabbed Xu Junxi’s sleeve and explained in a panic, “I didn’t, Junxi. I just took out my handkerchief because I saw that his suit got wet”

“Hmph.” Xu Junxi pushed her away. “Are you trying to say that Lu Shaoming framed you? Ning Yao, I know what kind of person Lu Shaoming is better than you do. He is not bored enough to frame you with a handkerchief. You don’t have to explain it. You go and reflect on it. I need time to reconsider our marriage.”

Xu Junxi opened the door of the Lamborghini and sped away, leaving Ning Yao with a face full of dust.

…

Lu Shaoming carried Ning Qing into the villa. Yue Wanqing and Grandma were asleep. Lu Shaoming placed Ning Qing in the room’s big bed.

The girl closed her eyes. Lu Shaoming knew she was not asleep because her long eyelashes, which were like butterflies’ wings, were trembling. She was afraid to open her eyes as she didn’t know how to face him.

Lu Shaoming touched her little face and said softly, “Ning Qing, a lot has happened tonight. I know you are tired. I’ll go back to my room, you go to bed early.”

Lu Shaoming got up and left.

When he was at the door, there was a rush of footsteps behind him. A soft and fragrant little body held him tightly from behind. “What exactly do you mean, Lu Shaoming?”

When Lu Shaoming was stiff, the girl stood on her tiptoes, grabbed his strong shoulders with two small hands, and pulled him to face her. His back was against the wall. The girl cried and kicked him with her feet. “Lu Shaoming, how can you do this? I’ve already let you kiss me and do it, but why are you so cold to me? Do you not like me? Don’t you want me anymore? I’m your wife; the law does not allow you to act like this!”

His muscles were very hard, every inch was like a copper wall, Ning Qing was hitting him like how a kitten would scratch him, but her palms became red with pain. She felt more and more aggrieved. She stopped hitting him. Her petite figure looked down, and she wiped her tears with her clenched fists.

“What on earth have I done wrong? Where have I made a mistake? I can change it if you say so. Can you not be cold to me and ignore me?”

The girl’s crying voice was full of crisp complaints and pettiness from a young girl. Lu Shaoming listened to her and his heart melted. A big hand grabbed the back of her head, and he held her in his arms.

“Ning Qing, I admit that I was furious that night at the Ning house when my wife had shed tears for another man, when you had been handed over by your grandmother to another man and was later embraced by another man.

“In my knowledge, love and marriage means that both parties must be loyal to each other. I don’t like coercion. In bed, it was a very bad experience, and I do not want to remember it. Every time I recall it, I think about your unwillingness, and how it ended just like that, only 10 minutes. My pride does not allow it.

“But it’s not that I didn’t want you. I just wanted to calm down a little. Because I suddenly found that you can make me lose control; I will lose my mind for you. Just like when you were dressed so enticingly last night to lead me on – I was afraid that I would lose control, afraid that I would personally overturn the promise not to touch you.

“Today’s dinner party was a misunderstanding. I have my faults. Wifey, when I married you, I knew I had the ability to give you the most exquisite life, but please forgive your husband for not having experience in love. I would be at a loss when facing you.”

Hearing his sincere words, Ning Qing held out her small hand and tightly embraced his fine waist. She wiped her tears on his expensive shirt. “Shaoming, I didn’t want to explain what happened that day in the Ning house. It was my fault, all my fault. Believe me. Give me another chance, I will change. But I really didn’t shed tears for Xu Junxi. I had scraped a piece of skin around my waist and those were simply tears of pain.”

Lu Shaoming looked down and kissed her on the forehead. “Really?”

“Yes!” Ning Qing nodded, feeling very wronged. “I was already in tears when I crashed into the piano. My waist still hurts now, and it has just scabbed.”

Lu Shaoming reached for her slender waist. In the quiet room, under dim lights, the layer of fluff on the girl’s delicate face was so bright and soft.

Tears still hung on her face, and her entire person was as beautiful as a rose blooming in spring.

“Does it hurt here?” He pinched her waist.

Ning Qing clenched his shirt collar with two small hands and nodded shyly. “Shaoming, that night I was not unwilling. It was because you had hurt me…”

Ning Qing stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “You made me red and swollen, and now it’s still swollen.”

Lu Shaoming’s eyes darkened and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I haven’t gotten serious. Why is it red and swollen? I think you’re as tender as a piece of silken tofu. I can’t touch you then.”

Ning Qing blushed and hit him with a tiny fist.

Lu Shaoming intercepted her little fist and held it tightly in his palm. When their eyes met, they were both smiling at each other and were full of affection and sweetness.

“Wifey, would you like me to apply some ointment for you to relieve the redness and swelling?” He asked.

“No, it’s too late now. The drugstores have closed. Don’t go out.” She wanted him to stay with her.

Lu Shaoming caressed her hair adoringly. “I don’t have to go to the drugstore. When I bought you the pants the night before, I passed the drugstore and bought you some ointment. The ointment is in the car.”

Ning Qing, “…” Who was the one who had just said that she was as tender as a piece of silken tofu, who was it?

…

Lu Shaoming rubbed some ointment on her and helped her lift her trousers. Ning Qing was extremely shy. Her palm-sized face was deeply buried in the pillow and she dared not look at him.

Lu Shaoming’s breathing turned a little messy and he lay beside the girl after looking at her.

Afraid that she would fear him, he was dozens of centimeters away from her.

Ning Qing fluttered her long, quivering eyelashes. A small pink ball moved slowly until she was close to him. Then she put her head on his shoulder.

“Heh…” Lu Shaoming did not move but laughed.

“What are you laughing at, stop laughing!” Rarely did she take the initiative, but he had laughed at it.

Ning Qing hit him in the chest, wrapped two small hands around his neck and pulled his head down slowly.

His handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes, and their breathing was entangled.

“What’s wrong?” Lu Shaoming looked at her flushed cheeks and asked with deep eyes.

“Shaoming.” Ning Qing’s soft voice was trembling. “Are you still angry? I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me? Mmm…”

Her red lips had been covered.

Lu Shaoming leaned over and stretched out his long arm to pull her into his arms. Her small head rested comfortably on his shoulder. The strength of the man surrounded her.

She was also wearing a rose-red cardigan, which he took off for her. Underneath was a short black dress with thin shoulder straps. He pulled the blankets and covered her tightly, leaving only her small head in his arms to kiss him.

He kissed her gently and meditatively, seemingly to make up two days of tenderness to her. Ning Qing was addicted to his kiss and could not open her eyes.

When he kissed her, he always liked to take different positions, letting her lie on his body and holding her in his arms. Every minute and every second with him was the ultimate gentleman experience.