Chapter 353: Chapter 353

Chapter 353: Is This Considered Hitting?

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 passenger 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 passenger 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 hoarseness 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 coxing 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 blushing, 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.

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Lu Shaoming turned around quickly. His son was crying, and that small woman also started to cry. Her sparkling tears trickled down her face.

Lu Shaoming was frantic. His heart felt very painful. He knelt down on the bed and used one large hand to wipe the tears on Little Qinwen’s face. He then touched her small face. “Wifey, what is wrong? Aren’t you feeding him milk? Say something quickly.”

Ning Qing bit down on her pink bottom lip. She glared at him. “Rascal! Quickly go and make formula milk for Little Qinwen!”

Lu Shaoming froze for a few seconds and reacted a while later. His son was already so famished that he started to use his tiny tongue to lick the corners of the blanket. His low and deep voice had a tender hint of apology in it as he said, “Sorry, Little Qinwen, Daddy did not control himself in time. I stole your food. Daddy will remember to leave some for you next time.”

Ning Qing: “…”

Lu Shaoming went down from the bed. He found the milk bottle on the counter, and then put water inside the milk bottle. His large hand touched the body of the milk bottle to feel if the temperature of the water was appropriate before he grabbed the formula.

There were instructions on the back of the milk powder tin. He scanned the instructions briefly and followed them. He scooped four scoops of milk powder into the bottle as the water level in the bottle rose up while he shook it.

He returned to the side of the bed. He used one of his hands to hold the milk bottle. He used one arm to hold Little Qinwen up, then placed the soft Little Qinwen in the bend of his arm. He placed the nipple of the bottle in Little Qinwen’s tiny mouth.

Little Qinwen immediately started to drink from the bottle.

Ning Qing laid on the bed. She had already stopped crying. She cried because she felt shy, and that man did not have any morals.

She still wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes. In the crack of her eyes, she saw the man carrying the child in his arms. He was really tall. He stood against the light, and he looked handsome and lanky.

The shirt and trousers on his body were already crumpled. The space in the car was too tiny. She could not withstand his torture, but this did not affect the man’s attractiveness, His hot and powerful breathing was still on her skin. The man had a frown on his face and stretched out his tongue to lick his dry lips, and when he opened his eyes occasionally, he revealed the gaze of a mature man.

He was cunning and wild.

He still asked her whether he was capable or not.

Pfft!

Ning Qing’s heart was still itchy with hate. She hated that she did not have the strength and wits to not allow him to gain the upper hand, but her gaze still stopped on his body. He carried Little Qinwen, and his behaviour as a dad was extremely mesmerizing.

He probably has not made formula milk before, but he was not frantic at all. The water temperature. How many scoops of baby formula? He was fluent and calm, unbothered and logical in his steps.

This was the intelligence of a man.

Every minor detail of how he lead his life made others admire and be at ease with his intelligence.

At this moment, he lowered his gaze as he looked at Little Qinwen. She could tell the love he had for Little Qinwen. He curled the corners of his lips up, and his expression was focused and gentle.

Little Qinwen finished his milk very quickly. His little stomach was round and puffed up, and he stopped crying. He used his tongue to push the nipple of the bottle out, and he used his big, sparkling eyes that resembled grapes to look at his Daddy curiously.

“He, hehe…” Little Qinwen smiled with his toothless little mouth. It seems like this man is my daddy.

Daddy, Daddy, why have you not come to see me for such a long period of time?

Lu Shaoming placed the milk bottle back on the counter. He lifted his elbows up high and used one large hand to go behind Little Qinwen’s small back as he patted him. “Little Qinwen, look at what Daddy is doing. Are you going to ask what Daddy and Mama did when we went out at such a late hour? We went to make a little younger sister for Little Qinwen.”

Little Qin Wen: We are unable to converse with one another happily any longer.

After he spoke, an unhappy shout came from behind. “Lu Shaoming!”

Lu Shaoming turned back to look at her. The small woman on the bed was glaring at him. Her meaning was — Stop right there; you might teach bad stuff to the child.

Lu Shaoming lifted his eyebrows up, and he was in a good mood.

At this moment, he felt a dampness on the sleeve of his shirt, and felt something was amiss instantly.

He carried Little Qinwen away from him as he had a look. The mustard yellow blanket on his arm was already soaked, and that dampness had spread to the sleeve of his shirt.

Little Qinwen has peed.

Lu Shaoming’s face started to contract. He looked over with a sharp gaze. Little Qinwen turned quiet and had an extra innocent expression with his large eyes to look at his own Daddy. He was saying, Daddy, I made a mistake, can you forgive me?

Ning Qing laughed. He deserved it. Who asked him to be wild? She let their son pee on him as punishment.

Lu Shaoming returned to the side of the bed and placed Little Qin Wen on the bed. He carried the tiny figure out from the blanket and slapped his little butt with a loud and crisp slap.

Ning Qing saw and quickly had a frown on her face. “Lu Shaoming, why did you hit our son?”

Lu Shaoming lifted his gaze. His definite features were accented by a rogue smile. He knelt on the bed, and he brought the woman’s exquisite face as he hit her a few times. “Is this considered hitting? Does it hurt?”

Ning Qing’s face was blushing with his exaggerated action. She lifted her hand to push him away. “Go away! Little Qinwen’s clothes are inside Mum’s room. Go and knock on the door, and borrow another shirt from dad. Go to the washroom to take a shower.”

She knew that he liked to be clean, and he had yet to experience his son peeing on him.

The shirt on his body had to be changed for sure.

Lu Shaoming did not say anything else. He was afraid that his son wet himself and would catch a cold due to the chill, and he walked out of the room.

Very quickly, he returned with Little Young Master Lu’s clothes and a grey shirt.

Ning Qing was tired. She buried her body deeper into the warm blankets. She lifted her gaze as she saw him change Little Qinwen’s clothes. She did not have to worry. The man’s actions were very gentle.

A while later, a tiny, soft, fragrant bundle was stuffed into her embrace. She lowered her gaze to have a look. Little Qin Wen had already fallen asleep due to his Daddy’s comfortable actions, and there were transparent bubbles emerging from the corners of his lips.

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