Chapter 277 - Ning Qing, Thank You (1/2)

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 n.o.ble 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 embarra.s.sed. 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 relations.h.i.+p 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 s.e.xy 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 embarra.s.sed! ”

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.”