Chapter 372 (1/2)

Ning Qing was instantly speechless.

He had a meeting at six and that meant that he had to go to bed early and get up early, and he could obviously go to bed with Little Qinwen, but he had instead told her about his meeting.

What he wanted to convey was obvious. He disagreed!

Ning Qing looked down and ate as she scolded him in her heart. He was so bad. Controlling her so strictly after coming back for just one day.

She had to shoot, right?

In the past, when he lost his memory, she had also been filming. At that time, he would drive a long way to visit her workplace, and he would go to bed first by himself.

It was different now.

He would no longer spoil her that much anymore.

After dinner, Ning Qing brought Little Qinwen to take a bath but was stopped by Lu Shaoming. “Is it not considered night yet? Go quickly if you want to shoot the night scene.”

“But can you bathe Little Qinwen?”

Lu Shaoming took a look at his son, who also looked at Daddy in confusion. The father and son looked at each other, turned their heads, and nodded at Mummy at the same time.

Ning Qing was amused by the super-tacit action of the father and son, and she decided to just let things be. She gave him some advice. “Shaoming, don’t wash Little Qinwen’s hair, lest you get water into his eyes. Just wash him with warm water.”

The man didn’t speak and went into the bathroom with his son in his arms.

Ning Qing cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks. “Shaoming, Little Qinwen listens to fairy tales before bed. Tell him one later.”

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The door of the room was closed. Lu Shaoming carried Little Qinwen in one arm and went to clean the bathtub with the other hand. The man loved to be clean. He cleansed the bathtub under the showerhead several times, then put warm water in it.

Grandma’s bag was simply a treasure chest. Everything was inside: baby shampoo, shower gel, and moisturizing lotion. Lu Shaoming glanced at it all and took the shower gel.

Lu Shaoming stripped his son’s clothes and put his small body in the water with his big hands. “Son, let’s take a bath.”

Little Qinwen did not obey, his two fair legs bent up, determined not to let his little feet touch the water. He looked at Daddy, then slowly extended his left hand to touch his small head.

Why don’t you wash my hair, Daddy?

Lu shaoming raised his eyebrows and patiently explained, “Little Qinwen, Daddy is smart but lacks experience. Shampooing is a skill. If I am careless, you will get water and soap in your eyes and ears. Today, we will bathe directly.”

Little Qinwen couldn’t understand. He scratched his head with his little hands. Today, he had crawled and sweated a lot. His head itched.

His love of cleanliness was inherited from his daddy.

Lu Shaoming helplessly took him to grab the shampoo, then turned back to the bathroom.

“Son, let’s staring was.h.i.+ng.” Lu Shaoming copied Ning Qing’s posture, carrying him horizontally, then washed his hair with a small towel.

Little Qinwen’s two little feet kick happily in the air. Daddy’s hands weaved through his hair as gently as Mummy. Daddy’s palms were bigger than Mummy’s, two times bigger, so he was filled with a sense of security.

At this time, ah, my eyes hurt.

The soapy foam had gotten in his eyes.

Little Qinwen reached out to rub with his little hand instinctively, but it got worse with the rubbing. Oh no, it hurts so much. With a pout of his mouth, he began wailing.

At the sight of his son crying, Lu Shaoming panicked a little. “Sorry, baby, don’t rub with your hands… Here, let Daddy wipe your eyes with a towel. Don’t kick Daddy. Daddy will help you wash your hair.”

Three minutes later, Lu Shaoming was done was.h.i.+ng Little Qinwen’s hair. He lifted Little Qinwen’s tiny body. Little Qinwen was still sobbing and crying. He dared not open his eyes. His two rows of long eyelashes, which were as beautiful as Mummy’s, fluttered and twinkled with grievance.

Both Mummy and Grandma had washed his hair comfortably, but Daddy caused him pain.

Lu Shaoming’s heart ached. He reached out his finger to help him wipe away the tears hanging on his little face. He softly coaxed him, “Son, it’s all Daddy’s fault. Daddy’s apologizing to you, alright? Don’t cry. We are all little men. We shed blood, not tears, and Little Qinwen has to protect Mummy in the future.”

Little Qinwen couldn’t understand, but he heard “Mummy” and opened his eyes. His big watery eyes were sparkling more because of the wave of tears. Suddenly, he realized that the eyes did not hurt anymore.

“Hehe…” Little Qinwen was full of life again and giggled.

Lu Shaoming put him in the bathtub and he had a good time playing with the water.

Lu Shaoming stood up straight and breathed a sigh of relief. It had seemed easy to take care of a child, but in fact, it was not easy at all. He let his son play for a while and went to shower.

His handsome body stood in front of the bathroom counter as he lifted his hand to unb.u.t.ton his s.h.i.+rt. After a while, the s.h.i.+rt came off, showing his tight and slender waistline. The white light in the bathroom shone on him, covering every inch of his malt skin with a healthy and attractive honey-like glow, dazzling anyone.

The legs of his pants were wet, but the man didn’t care much. He lifted his hand and unbuckled his belt. The pants slipped his clothes off. He raised his long legs and stepped under the showerhead.