Chapter 154 - My Own Wife Is Still The Best (2/2)

“I am done. Do you know who your husband is? Those questions cannot stump me, and can only stump you, little fool.”

Who was a little fool?

Ning Qing decided not to lower herself to his level.

“Shaoming, why did you come to my school today?”

“If I didn’t go, I was afraid that my little wifey would be kidnapped by someone else.” Once Ning Qing heard his words, she got angry.

“Mu Yunfan and Xu Junxi are both on something. They are relentlessly coming for me. This is so irritating. ”

“Xu Junxi realized your value too late. He regrets it now. He wants to court you again. Mu Yunfan has always liked you, and he wanted to get you. They are both not mad; they are accurately aiming for you. Little Wifey, I see that you have many suitors. You have left a huge mess for your husband to settle.”

Ning Qing looked sideways and kissed him on his cheeks. She laughed happily., “Shaoming, heaven gave you a wife who is well liked by everyone. You have to give up some things to enjoy what you got. So, you are not allowed to say that you are tired.” Lu Shaoming pinched her soft cheek “You are praising yourself like this. Don’t you still want to hang on to some face?”

She was following his example.

It was only a moment ago that someone had praised his knowledge.

“Shaoming, what was floriography behind the Pygmy water-lilies? Tell me, I really want to know.”

Lu Shaoming kissed her neck and said slowly, “Purple petals wrapping a golden pistil: I hand the softest part of my heart to let you sleep peacefully. It represents my heart’s eternal love, a love that is everlasting, enduring for an entire lifetime.”

Ning Qing curled up her lips into a sweet smile. Oh, he was telling her that she was the lover that he put in the weakest part of his heart. It turns out that he could be sweet like this, without a care in the world.

No, she couldn’t allow him to continue like this.

Ning Qing switched the flame off. ‘Hubby, let us have dinner.”

After the chaos of the day, Ning Qing, who was preparing to bowl and chopsticks, was lifted on the man’s shoulder, and he brought her out of the kitchen. “Hubby, what are you doing? Quick, put me down.” Ning Qing shyly punched his shoulder with her fist, as her legs still kicked wildly in the air.

On the speaker’s stage, he was scholarly and elegant lecturer, but he was actually a beast.

He said it more concisely.

Ning Qing closed her eyes. His hand was unb.u.t.toning the b.u.t.tons on her s.h.i.+rt. A scene flashed in her mind: he was taking up the chalk to write on the board. He held it properly like a pen, showing his aristocratic family upbringing.

She didn’t think these hands of his would be used like this on her body.

…

Ning Qing was woken up at 5am because the man beside her left the bed. Although he was gentle with his movements, he still woke her up. She heard the sound of water splas.h.i.+ng in the bathroom. He was bathing, and was probably going to the office. Ning Qing was no longer tired. She rose slowly from the bed. This was not the bedroom, but the big bed in the study. It was near midnight when they’d gone to sleep. She was exhausted at that time. That strong man was also a little tired and he cuddled her to sleep here.

His white s.h.i.+rt was laid on the cabinet by the bed. Ning Qing took it and wore it. After slipping on her pink slippers, she did not enter the washroom but opened the door of the room and walked into the study.

The study had a yellow lamp which was lit. It had been on the entire time. The floor was a mess, and her school uniform was strewn into pieces, together with her examination paper. She bent down to pick it up.

The paper had been rolled into a ball by her long ago. Last night, when she was in a blur, she grabbed onto something. She grabbed onto the paper. This paper was a G.o.dsend. She grabbed it tightly into her hands. The paper had his name and his handwriting. It was strong and confident. He wrote the answers by the side of the paper. Ning Qing was frustrated; she could not use this paper anymore. When she returned to school, she had to rewrite it on a new piece of paper and copy his answers onto it.

At this moment, her waist was scooped up by a muscular arm. Lu Shaoming was behind her. She did not know when he arrived, and he hugged her tightly in his embrace. “Why don’t you sleep for a while longer? You are dressed so minimally. Aren’t you afraid of getting a cold?” Ning Qing looked back and punched his broad shoulders and said in a coy tone, “I’d like to wear more clothing, but my clothes are all on the floor.”

Knowing that she still blamed him, Lu Shaoming stretched out his hand to touch her small face. He kissed her lips with his eyes closed. “Sorry, wifey, I lost control last night.” Her behaviour yesterday flashed through his mind. Her bright beautiful eyes hid imminent tears. She looked at him shyly, like a trapped animal, pitiful and sad. Their lips lightly brushed again one another. They did not kiss, but that warm and friendly touch made Ning Qing go numb. Her heart instantly became like putty. She pouted her pink lips to say in a coy tone, “Actually, I don’t really blame you, last night… Only if you like…”

“Ha.” Lu Shaoming nudged her small nose and laughed lightly and kissed her loudly as encouragement. “My wife is still the best”

Ning Qing turned around and went into his broad embrace.

“Shaoming, are you going to the office? It’s only 5am. You slept for less than 5 hours, aren’t you tired?” Lu Shaoming touched her hair and said, “Not tired. I am awake, even if I’ve been squeezed dry by Wifey.”

“Bleh, what are you saying?” Ning Qing immediately used her hand to block his mouth and she stomped her feet shyly. “You didn’t get squeezed dry, I was…tortured to death by you…”

He was too powerful.

Lu Shaoming kissed her pale abdomen, picked her up, and brought her to the washroom. “Okay, I will control myself in the future, to ensure we can grow old together. Since Wifey is awake, I will need to inconvenience her to help me shave my moustache.”