The man was vigilant. When she moved, Lu Shaoming woke up.
His arm that was holding her small waist moved, and he pulled her into his arms. The man opened his eyes and was still a little groggy. His black eyes were clear and bright. He was so handsome that any woman’s heart would pound when he looked at her. “Wifey, you’re awake?”
He kissed her on the cheek.
Ning Qing pushed him and wanted to get up. “It’s almost eight o’clock now. It’s time to get up.”
The man refused, his gaze languid, “It’s too early.”
“It’s not too early.”
Lu Shaoming hugged her tight and buried his face in her tender neck as he took a deep breath. It might be because she had been breastfeeding little Qinwen. There was a milky fragrance amidst the soft fragrance of the woman, which was very similar to little Qinwen’s scent.
Lu Shaoming took a look at her skin. Her skin was like snow and was as smooth as an egg. He had exerted himself last night and left many marks on her body.
It suddenly occurred to him that his wife was 23.
She was still just a young girl who hadn’t grown up, but the son she had given birth to for him was already six months old.
He thought he was indeed shameful. He never thought that he would have a 20-year-old girl as his wife.
He had cajoled her into becoming his woman, and then, a mother.
“Wifey, there’s enough time. One more time.”
Ning Qing stiffened and her face changed greatly. “What?”
Lu Shaoming did not say anything but immediately took action. His body was originally sensitive in the morning and could not stand her twisting and turning.
Ning Qing was very angry. Is he really an animal? He was always enjoying it.
She would die from exhaustion before she could satisfy him.
“Lu Shaoming, don’t touch me…”
“Wifey, be good…”
They rolled around in bed. Ning Qing rolled on the bed with her blankets. Lu Shaoming pounced at her. They were fighting and rolling together.
At this time, a knock sounded. Ning Qing’s fair, tender arms quickly rested on the man’s chest. Her inky black brows and dainty eyes shot him a fierce warning as she lowered her voice and said, “Stop making noise. Mother is knocking at the door.”
Lu Shaoming was quiet and heard Yue Wanqing talking outside the door. “Qingqing, Shaoming, are you up? Little Qinwen wants to play with you.”
Ning Qing pushed Lu Shaoming aside and got out of bed while wrapped in blankets. “Mom, we’re up. I’ll open the door now.”
She looked back and saw that the only blanket on the bed had been pulled away by her, and the man was naked.
Ning Qing’s delicate little face instantly blushed, and with a quick glance, her vision was full of his healthy, tanned skin and six striking abdominal muscles. She let go of the blanket on her and threw it on the man.
Lu Shaoming shrugged and leaned against the head of the bed, allowing her to throw the blanket on his head.
When he reached for the blanket, the woman had put on the white nightdress he had thrown under the bed last night.
“Mom, I’m coming.” She ran barefoot to open the door.
Lu Shaoming narrowed his eyes at her. From a man’s eyes, frankly speaking, she was a very beautiful woman. Her body was exquisite and worth studying everywhere. Her little feet were very pleasant looking, and she did not paint her nails like other women. Her nails were full, like pink scallop shells, and she doesn’t wear perfume. She had a natural fragrance.
She was wearing a white nightdress now. The ordinary loose cotton nightdress was flowy and goddess-like on her. Her wavy hair rippled seductively, bewitching his eyes.
Over the past two or three years, many men have wanted her.
Putting aside those passers-by, Xu Junxi, Kong Yang, Mu Yunfan… Later, there was also the pervert, Tang Xueli.
They all wanted her.
Lu Shaoming smiled coldly. He was not very happy that his wife was popular among men, but he felt that it was nothing much. There was a woman like a rose in the family. He could guard against the others and be also worthy of her.
Lu Shaoming saw the woman open the door and hug little Qinwen. He looked down at her two long, straight, jade legs, and he looked down at his reaction. He felt a little helpless.
He got up, picked up the towel on the floor, and tied it around his waist.
Ning Qing held little Qinwen with both hands. Little Qinwen was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with white stripes today. There was a lovely bow on the shirt. He wore small shorts with backstraps on the bottom. His handsome fair face and big grape-like eyes were extremely adorable.
Lu Shaoming went to hug him. “Son, did you miss Daddy?”
Little Qinwen opened his toothless mouth, giggled, and said, “Da… Da…” He was already trying to speak and trying to call him Daddy.
Lu Shaoming was very satisfied with this son. His wife had given birth to him. Both his appearance and intelligence quotient were there. During the past six months, little Qinwen had been raised very well. His body was fair and fragrant. The woman had her own style of dressing. She had dressed little Qinwen like a baby star in a fashion portrait.
Ning Qing placed a brand-new shirt and trousers on the bed, then softly said to little Qinwen, “Little Qinwen, Mummy’s going to wash up; you play with Daddy for a while…”
Little Qinwen applauded. Sure, sure.
Ning Qing went into the bathroom. Lu Shaoming held little Qinwen in his arms. The father and son were just staring at each other. Lu Shaoming asked, “Son, did you want to ask Daddy why he didn’t sleep with you last night?”
Little Qinwen looked at Daddy with his eyes puzzled. He was very cooperative. Why?
Lu Shaoming raised his eyebrows and was in a happy mood. “Because last night, Daddy flirted with and got your mummy.”
Little Qinwen was even more confused. His mouth was full of glittering saliva. His head tilted as he looked at Daddy with furrowed brows. What is flirting?
Lu Shaoming said, “You’re just a child, you don’t get it.”
Little Qinwen jumped. Ahh…Daddy is a pervert!
Just then, Ning Qing came out of the bathroom. She went to hold little Qinwen and said to the man, “I’m done. You go and wash up. You’re going to be late to the office.”
Ning Qing laid little Qinwen on the bed.
Lu Shaoming stood behind her, and a big hand came and slapped her buttocks that stuck out because she was bending down. “Wifey, I’m not going to the office today. I’ll take you and our son out to play, or we can go traveling.”
Ning Qing blushed. Little Qinwen heard the slap sound, and he turned his head to find the source. Ning Qing blocked little Qinwen’s view with her body while pulling at Lu Shaoming’s wandering hands. “Lu Shaoming, what are you doing? Stop it! I’m not free to play with you. I’m going to the production team to shoot today, and I have another shoot scheduled.”
Seeing that his son was looking, Lu Shaoming took back his hand. He frowned. “Really can’t?”
“No!” Ning Qing plainly refused.
Why can he ignore her when he’s busy? But when he’s free, she had to put down what she was doing to cooperate with him?
<Lurker> was filming. He had an accident in the past half a month. She hadn’t been to the production site. If she still didn’t turn up, she would be an irresponsible boss.
Lu Shaoming pressed his thin lips together. His discontent was real. He took his shirt and pants to the bathroom.
…
When he came out again, little Qinwen was lying on the bed, playing alone, and Ning Qing was sitting at the dressing table dressing up.
Lu Shaoming wore a light blue striped shirt and black tapered trousers. He was without a tie. Two buttons were unbuttoned at his collar. His thumbs and index fingers were separated, and he was wearing a metal belt.
After seeing the little woman in front of the mirror, his pupils shrank.
Ning Qing had already changed her clothes. She had changed into a pink dress. The dress was the most popular Chiffon Cake dress this year with bubble sleeves. The slim and tapered style bunched around her petite waist. There were large and colorful flowers on her skirt. The skirt was not too long. It was just over her knees. The dress was sweeter, more beautiful, and more pretty than butterflies in summer.
She parted her wavy hair from the middle, then tied several braids from front to back, revealing her bright forehead and a tiny widow’s peak. She had put on light make-up and was now applying lipstick.
Lu Shaoming stepped forward.
The way she applied lipstick was also different from other women. She smeared two-toned lipstick on the pads of her index finger and middle finger. Then she dotted the pink lipstick on her lips, then applied the red lipstick on her middle finger. She looked in the mirror and was satisfied. She pressed her beautiful lips together and got up.
When she got up, she found the man standing behind her in silence.
Ning Qing glanced at him. The man had an unexplainable dark expression. Those dark eyes stared at her little face. She didn’t know what he was looking at.
“What’s wrong?” she wondered.
Lu Shaoming frowned and glanced up and down at her clothes. She was still barefoot and was probably going to wear high-heeled shoes. “Don’t want to travel with me, just to wear this?”
As soon as he said that, Ning Qing realized that the problem lies in her dress.
“I have a photoshoot and a press conference today, so I dressed up a little,” she explained.
She had a professional makeup artist, stylist, and dresser, but she had gotten up late today. The photoshoot was starting in an hour; she didn’t have time.
Moreover, her taste had always been good. Her team would generally only provide advice. She had her own decisions and judgment.
That was why she was successful in the fashion industry.
Lu Shaoming’s thin, red lips went into an unhappy arc, and his eyes pointed to the wardrobe. “Change it.”
Ning Qing’s delicate little face suddenly turned into a bold what?
Lu Shaoming saw her doubts, raised his brows, and looked at little Qinwen, who was playing happily and climbing on the bed. He criticized her solemnly. “Ning Qing, you are a mother now. Pay attention to your clothes in the future. You dress up so…young. Little Qinwen will not recognize you as his mother.”
Ning Qing burst into laughter. What’s with this bad excuse of his?
She had finally figured it out. He just thought that she was too beautiful, too tender and young, and too dazzling today. Men like him all had some traditional selfish machismo.
Ning Qing stepped forward, stood on her tiptoes, stretched out two slender arms, and wrapped them around the man’s neck. With her eyes curved from a smile, she asked, “Hubby, am I beautiful today?”
Lu Shaoming did not expect that she would call him “Hubby.” She was calling him that now. She wouldn’t call him that no matter how he tortured her last night. He knew she had complaints about him.
She could no longer be disciplined.
Lu Shaoming looked at her delicate little face and lightly cleared his throat. He did not speak and waited quietly for her next move.
“Hubby, you don’t have to worry about little Qinwen at all. Maybe in little Qinwen’s eyes, I can be his beautiful sister.”
Lu Shaoming raised his eyebrows and somewhat understood what she meant. He gave her a calm look, which meant — continue speaking.
“But Hubby, when little Qinwen’s 20th birthday arrives, you’ll be over 50 years old. If little Qinwen gives you a grandson at 29 years old, you’ll have had your 60th birthday banquet.”
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