Chapter 390 (1/2)

Ning Qing lifted her head up from his embrace. Her small hand slowly climbed up his handsome side profile. Her soft fingers touched his firm and toned body, and all she could see in her eyes was his bright and mesmerizing gaze.

“Silly.”

She spat out that word softly.

He was really so foolish.

This man.

Lu Shaoming’s long lashes that were like two brushes fluttered for a moment. His gaze landed on her small, maroon lips, and he softly said, “Sorry, Wifey.”

Sorry for all the pain that she went through because of him.

Sorry that he did not accompany her all this while.

Ning Qing shook her head and closed her eyes slightly. Hot tears streamed out of them, and she lifted her body up to kiss his lips. “Lu Shaoming, actually…you can let me know of all this… You are the one who thought that you didn’t accompany me into the operating theatre so you are unworthy of my forgiveness… Women are all easy to coax, as long as you say…that you love me…”

Lu Shaoming’s large hand touched her small face. He rubbed his tall nose bridge on her nose, and he said with a laugh, “Wifey, I love you.”

Ning Qing felt her heart go numb when she heard him say “I love you.” He was such an introverted and calm man. He would not say these loving words often.

She did not hear it often.

So she wished that he would say this to her everyday.

He loved her.

Ning Qing’s fair fingers tugged on the collar of his s.h.i.+rt. He kissed her, and she controlled her shyness as he used his lips and tongue to tangle himself with her. She was panting a bit. Her body tried hard to avoid his large hand that was climbing all over the place. She was shy and shocked. “Shaoming, Little Qinwen is around…”

Lu Shaoming loosened his grip. His voice was hoa.r.s.e. “Our son fell asleep a long time ago.”

Ning Qing lowered her gaze to have a look, Little Qinwen was really asleep. That small, soft bundle was in the middle of Daddy and Mama’s embrace, and he was in deep slumber.

“Why is Little Qinwen sleeping now? He has yet to bathe…”

Ning Qing struggled. Her small face was burning. He was messing around, and she followed him to mess around. How did both of them end up as parents? They allowed Little Qinwen to fall asleep…between them.

What would Little Qinwen grow up to be like? He accepted such a vast amount of interest in this aspect ever since he was young.

Would he mature faster than usual?

Ning Qing wanted to take her son to bathe, but Little Qinwen was s.n.a.t.c.hed away. He placed him in the middle of the big bed. Ning Qing protested with an “Ay!” Her soft waist was pinned down, and he took her into his embrace.

Ning Qing was at a loss. She lifted her gaze to see that his clothes were all crumpled and messy. His dark, sparkling eyes were on her face, and there was desire in his red rimmed eyes.

He was both wild and mesmerizing.

“What are you doing? I still need to bathe Little Qinwen…” Ning Qing’s face was red, and she came down down from his thighs.

The man did not let her do so. He pinned her waist and bit her ear while he softly said, “What time is it now? You still want to bathe our son? Have you forgotten whose woman you are? Service your husband and make him comfortable first.”

What was he saying?

A 33 year old man, and he was still jealous of his own son.

“Lu Shaoming!”

Lu Shaoming’s deep gaze was all apparent. He placed his thin lips on hers. His tone was on the brink of laughter. “Wifey, give birth to a daughter for me.”

Ning Qing froze. To be honest, she had really not thought of having a second child at all.

She placed her hands on his broad shoulders. He kissed her, and she could only lift her tender, elegant neck that was akin to a swan’s to silently accept him. She negotiated with him coyly. “Shaoming, for now, I still do not want to have another… Little Qinwen is only 7 months old. My red wine business has just started, and my work has been busy and in a mess recently. I don’t have time…”

“Then when would you have time? Wifey, do you know how old your husband right now? Be good, give birth to another one for me. We will be done after this.”

His words won over her heart, and it softened.

He was 33 years old this year.

Even if she got pregnant this year and gave birth next year, he would be 34 already.

The more time they hesitated, the more he was unwilling to wait.

Ning Qing’s body softened. She put her arms around his head and kissed his soft hair. “Okay.”

Then she would leave it up to nature.

She would give birth if she got pregnant.

Lu Shaoming was happy now. He tugged the belt on her waist, and his mouth became dirty. “How long has it been since I last undressed you? I am already rusty…. Wifey, say it once.”

“What?” Ning Qing wanted to faint.

“….Hubby,” he instructed her.

Ning Qing was unwilling, but she was tortured by the man beside her until she did not have a second choice. She had Little Qinwen beside her. There was a sweet tinge of pink on her skin. She buried herself in his neck, and she used a shy tone as she spat out the word, “Hubby…”

Her husband.