Chapter 353 (1/2)

Lu Shaoming was driving the car, and he glanced at his wrist watch. It was already one in the morning.

There were not too many vehicles on the road. He could only see that there were numerous couples walking by the side of the road. They were hugging each other tight, and they all headed in the direction of the hotels.

He turned his gaze sideways to look at the front pa.s.senger seat. The small woman was asleep, and she was curled up like a little kitten on the seat. His black suit jacket covered her body, only exposing her small face that had a tinge of red which had yet to fade.

Lu Shaoming curled up the corners of his lips, and his expression was both satisfied and warm.

The Bentley stopped outside the Ning family villa. Lu Shaoming stepped out of the car and opened the door of the front pa.s.senger seat. He bent down as he carried the small woman out of the car.

He pressed the doorbell.

A person quickly came out of the villa. It was Ning Zhenguo, who was dressed in his pajamas. Ning Zhenguo opened the door. He froze when he saw Lu Shaoming. “Shaoming, why have you and Qingqing come back so late? Come in quickly.”

Lu Shaoming carried Ning Qing as he walked inside.

There was a warmth and happiness that came upon him in the villa. There was an amber light that lit in the living room, and the room looked elegant and simple.

At this moment, Yue Wanqing placed some clothes on herself as she came down the stairs. “Shaoming, how come the both of you are back so late? Three or four hours ago, Qingqing made a call to me, but she hung up on me. I was worried about her.”

Because it was in the wee hours, everyone spoke quietly, and the atmosphere of the room got warmer.

Lu Shaoming smiled gently as he said, “Dad, Mum, it is a festival today. I brought Ning Qing out for some fun. That call was probably made unintentionally, so it was hung up. You do not have to worry.”

Yue Wanqing nodded her head. She looked at Ning Qing who was deep in slumber, “Qingqing is asleep? Shaoming, carry her upstairs then. It is not early; you should go to bed.”

“Okay.” Lu Shaoming carried Ning Qing upstairs.

After entering the room, her room was still the same as he remembered it to be. It was very feminine. He bent down as he placed her on the soft bed. The small woman did not open her eyes. She turned her body as she slept.

Lu Shaoming saw that there was a wooden baby cot beside her bed. It was light yellow in colour, with a light blue blanket. There was a small mosquito net hanging on the top of it.

He did not have to think. It must be his son Lu Qinwen’s bed.

Little Qinwen was not in the baby cot. Ning Qing was not at home, so Yue Wanqing must have carried him to her bed.

His large, defined hands climbed onto the baby cot. He suddenly wanted to hug his son very much.

But Little Qinqen was probably sleeping right now.

At this moment: “Wa….” The sound of crying rang out. It seemed like Little Qinwen woke up in the neighbouring room.

Lu Shaoming stood up straight. He walked towards the door, and at this moment, he coincidentally met with Yue Wanqing who carried Little Qinwen over, “Shaoming, Little Qinwen is probably hungry right now. Ask Qingqing to feed him some milk.”

“Okay.” Lu Shaoming carried Little Qinwen over from Yue Wanqing’s arms.

Little Qinwen, who was almost six months old, got more and more handsome. His skin was white and tender like an egg white. His thin, mustard yellow blanket was wrapped around his soft little body, and at this moment, he closed his eyes, only sobbing out loud. He was sobbing very loud with all of his limbs flailing around in the air messily.

Lu Shaoming’s eyes were full of gentleness as he bent down to kiss the small face of his son. “Little Qinwen, you knew that Daddy was back, so you cried to act cute?”

Little Qinwen did not bother with him, and instead continued to cry.

He used his two tiny thighs to kick off the blanket. He kicked his daddy’s strong and muscular arms non stop. He wanted to protest. Daddy kidnapped Mama and was full, but he was hungry.

Yue Wanqing looked at the warm scene that was unfolding between father and son. She closed the door, feeling comforted.

Lu Shaoming placed Little Qinwen back onto the bed. The small woman was deep in slumber and could not hear the sound of her son crying.

Lu Shaoming had one of his hands on the bend, and he bent down his body as he pecked the small woman’s face. “Wifey, wake up for a moment, you can sleep later. Our son is crying.”

Ning Qing was awoken by his kiss. She was really too fatigued. There was not a single ounce of strength left in her body. She opened her eyes in a blur when she heard her son’s loud cries. There was the hoa.r.s.eness from waking up and a gentleness of a new mother in her voice as she said, “Little Qinwen, what is wrong with you? Little Qinwen, don’t cry. Do you want to eat?”

Little Qinwen heard his Mama’s voice. He quickly turned his head over to look. The baby was not yet six months old, and he could not stop crying. His small lips were in a frown. He looked at his Mama while he was choked up.

He felt so wronged.

Ning Qing felt her entire heart soften with her son’s cries. She coaxed him gently. “Little Qinwen, don’t cry anymore. Mama’s wrong…”

Lu Shaoming heard the small woman c.o.xing her son sweetly. He lifted his eyebrows up. Educating his son like this, would he be feminine when he grew older?

Furthermore, why did she not speak to him like that?

Lu Shaoming placed Little Qinwen into the woman’s embrace and tugged the blanket over her body. “Okay, stop coaxing him. Mother said that Little Qinwen is hungry; you should feed him milk.”

At this moment, Ning Qing could not give the man a pleasant expression on her face. Her youthful eyes glared at the man fiercely. She stretched out her hand to swat his large hand and said, “What are you doing? You are hinting something in your words. Don’t touch me here and there. Turn around!”

There was a lamp at the head of the bed. Her curls were spread out messily on the bed, her small, palm-sized face was blus.h.i.+ng, making her cheeks peach red. Her tender neck was also stained red, as if she moisturized with the rain, looking radiant and beautiful.

Lu Shaoming looked at her, swallowing his saliva. No matter how much he was not willing to, he placed both of his hands inside his pockets, before turning around.

He knew that she was shy.

His son was crying; he would not throw a tantrum with her.

There was a hushed sound behind him, then, “Wa…” Little Qinwen started to cry again, and he was even more agitated this time compared to before.