My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Chapter 342: Lu Shaoming Is The Most Lethal Among All Poisons — Crane’s Red Crown

“What change of heart?” Another female classmate quickly stopped her as she laughed mysteriously. “Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand the situation.”

“Tell me what you know.” The two female classmates whispered among themselves.

“Let me tell you, the people who couldn’t sleep last night saw not only Director Zhou but also Ning Qing and Young Master Lu.”

“What? Tell me about it.”

“The man saw Young Master Lu carry Ning Qing out of the storage room and to the bungalow next door. I heard that it is Young Master Lu’s room.”

“My gosh...” the female classmate covered her face. “Don’t they need to sleep in the middle of the night? Moving from one room to another?”

“Ah, they are a couple, so of course, they did some exercise when they were not sleeping in the middle of the night. At that time, Ning Qing was in Young Master Lu’s arms and her little face was red. She looked as if she had been ruthlessly loved. And because Ning Qing’s room’s condition is very poor, It’s not convenient for them to take a bath. We can’t enter that bungalow either, so that was equivalent to the VIP room of the Zhou family’s Vineyard.”

The two girls chatted excitedly.

...

Everyone got on the luxury bus again. According to their schedule, they were going to the Zhou family’s vineyard today.

Ning Qing was still sitting in her original position by the window. Everyone was seated one after another, but the bus did not start. Someone asked, “Driver, why aren’t you driving yet?”

Then, a handsome figure got on the bus.

Everyone’s eyes were shining. “Young Master Lu! Young Master Lu! Why are you here?”

Lu Shaoming got on the bus, and his deep black eyes swept to Ning Qing, who was sitting quietly behind. His voice was low and mellow as he answered, “I will take you to the vineyard today because Director Zhou is absent today.”

“Really? That’s great!” Everybody cheered.

Lu Shaoming walked towards the back with his long legs.

Ning Qing was wearing headphones and choosing a song. The bus seats were relatively high. She was a petite person and was hidden among the seats, so she could not see much around her. She did not look around either. She was concentrating on her work.

At that moment, the seat next to her sank as someone sat beside her.

Out of courtesy, she looked to the side and said, “Hello...”

She was stunned when she saw the man beside her.

Lu Shaoming looked at the woman’s silly, stunned appearance, reached out, and touched her little head. He lifted his lip and laughed. “So surprised to see me?”

Ning Qing shrank back instinctively after being touched by him. She glared at him with big eyes. “What are you doing? Keep your hands to yourself!”

Lu Shaoming withdrew his hand and did not touch her, but he looked at her with a good mood and raised brows.

At this time, the morning sunshine sprinkled through the bright glass windows. The charismatic man bathed in the golden yellow light. He looked very young and handsome, attracting the eyes of everyone.

Ning Qing felt her face heating up as the many images of last night jumped through her mind, making her blush.

“You... Why are you here?” A man like him appearing in the bus formed a contradictory image.

“I’m here to go to the vineyard with you,” the man answered calmly.

Ning Qing digested the news. “But, why are you sitting next to me when there are so many seats on the bus?”

The man narrowed his eyes. “Who says I can’t sit next to you?”

Ning Qing: “You!”

It seemed impossible to expect him to sit elsewhere. Ning Qing rose suddenly and smiled politely. “Well then, Young Master Lu, please make way and let me sit elsewhere. I’m not used to sitting with others.”

The man looked at her delicate, tender face and nodded. “Alright, please.”

He spread out his left hand, a gentleman’s “please” gesture smoothly followed.

Ning Qing’s heart itched with hatred. Although the man had said “please”, but he had no intentions of making way for her.

He sat on his seat calm and composed. His legs were too long and slender, and they were crossed in front of him, taking up a lot of space. How could she go out like that?

Ning Qing carried her small shoulder bag on her back, lifted her right leg carefully and stepped over his long leg.

Ning Qing was delighted to see that one of her feet was about to land.

But then, the driver stepped on the gas pedal, and because of inertia, she couldn’t stand still and fell straight to the man’s arms with an “ah.”

“Be careful!” Lu Shaoming reached out his right arm and clasped her petite waist, holding her firmly.

Ning Qing looked at the handsome face inches away from her. She fluttered her long eyelashes that were like butterflies’ wings, but she still could not adapt to the softness on her lips.

She...had kissed the corners of his lips?

Then exclamations sounded in her ears. “Wow, Ning Qing, are you pouncing on Young Master Lu? Have you considered our feelings? It’s so embarrassing.”

Ning Qing: “...”

Two small hands propped against his chest, and Ning Qing rolled back to her seat.

She stamped her foot. Wasn’t she going to leave him? Why had she pounced on him?

Oh my gosh. She was too embarrassed to face anyone.

While she was shy and panicky, the man was in a good mood. “Alright, stop teasing, everyone. My wife’s already blushing.”

Ning Qing: Who’s blushing?

Even if her face was red, it was because of anger.

She was furious.

At this time, a warm spray of breath touched her ear, as low, rich, amused and enticing voice said, “Ning Qing, you are not used to sitting with me, but you are used to sitting on my thighs? Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Ning Qing: What?

Since things had already come to this point, Ning Qing took her small hand away. She lifted her beautiful lips as she laughed languidly. “Yes, even if I like to sit on your thighs, Young Master Lu can’t do anything to me, can you? It’s not a man’s fault if he cannot do something, but if you do it even though you’re not capable, you’ll make a fool of yourself.”

She said that he wasn’t capable again.

Lu Shaoming looked at the clever and stubborn light in the woman’s autumn pupils. He didn’t get angry. Instead, he laughed and said in a low voice. “Speaking of jokes, I really saw through some woman’s jokes last night. It’s just to ease your pain, and I haven’t even touched you, but you...”

Ning Qing quickly put out her small hand and covered his mouth. You can’t say it! You can’t!

Does he still want to maintain his dignity? They are in public now. There are people everywhere. What would they do if someone heard him?

She had not done it voluntarily; he had forced her.

Lu Shaoming narrowed his eyes at her, asking her — Do you admit to your mistake? Are you still going to be stubborn?

Ning Qing was convinced that she would never be his opponent.

Her pearly white teeth bit her pink lips. Her eyes were flashing with anger and grievance as she said, “Yes, yes!” She nodded.

She admitted that she was wrong.

She wasn’t going to be stubborn anymore

He was the boss, alright?

Lu Shaoming was satisfied.

Ning Qing released her hand. She was furious. She dropped her gaze and stuffed the earpiece in her ears. She listened to the song attentively and ignored him.

But she had barely listened to a single line when the earplug in her left ear was taken away. Lu Shaoming stuffed it into his right ear.

Ning Qing: “...”

She would not be able to take it back from him, and the bus was full of people. After weighing the pros and cons, Ning Qing admitted defeat.

She pouted her lips, grunted, looked sideways out of the window, and left him the back of her head.

A song flowed from the earpiece. It was Liu Wenlong’s cover of a classic French song. The lyrics of the French song and the melodious strings blended into an eternal elegance and quietness. It was very beautiful.

Ning Qing was immersed in the music.

Right then, her little hand was grasped. She looked down. The man’s large, clearly outlined hand was holder hers.

She wanted to pull her hand away, but she couldn’t. He held her little hand dominantly and placed it on his thigh. He spread his hand and entwined his fingers with hers.

This gesture made Ning Qing’s heart ripple.

“Do you know what the lyrics are singing?” The man went near her ear and asked her in a low voice.

Ning Qing hummed and looked out of the window, still ignoring him.

Do you think you’re great since you know French and a few other languages?

He only knew how to show off in front of her.

This Liu Wenlong. Why had he not sung it in Chinese but in French?

(Liu Wenlong in the distance: All my fault then.)

“The lyrics say that after not meeting for many days, every minute and every second is suffering; the night comes and I miss you like the tide; Wifey, L, O, V, E, I love you.”

Ning Qing’s whole body was trembling and her eardrum was tormented by his low-rich and enticing voice. He always knew how to confuse her with his standard British accent.

Her small red mouth parted slightly as she panted a couple of times. Her ears were hot. She doesn’t need to use her brain to know that he was talking nonsense.

What he said was not the meaning of the lyrics at all.

He knew it, but he didn’t tell her.

What does he want?

On this bus on the country road, he sat beside her, with their fingers entwined, and whispered such bad words in her ear when no one was there.

Ning Qing closed her eyes. She would not listen. She would not think that she had been beside him step by step to win every battle and had also won the world for him, but he did not cherish her.

In that case, she shouldn’t be obsessed with him anymore.

He wanted to coax her with a couple of sweet words, and she would only reply to him with two words — no way!

...

At the vineyard

Everyone arrived at the vineyard. There were pillars in the vineyard made of white jade all around, covered with dense branches and leaves, under which was a bunch of full and juicy grapes.

“Wow, these grapes are so beautiful. They are even in different colors. Young Master Lu, will you tell us something about winemaking?” The classmates looked excitedly at Lu Shaoming.

Men like Lu Shaoming were born into fame and fortune. All the places they had gone to were busy and upscale. He looked like a man with refined knowledge of wine.

Lu Shaoming stuffed both hands in his pockets and stepped forward. His firm face turned soft. “Wine can be divided into several colors. Red wine is fermented from these grapes with red skin and white flesh. Green wine is fermented from these grapes with white skin and white flesh. The process of making white wine is the most tedious, but after years of settling, it will become golden in color, which is the most popular color among the aristocracy at present.”

“Wow.” Everybody listened to Lu Shaoming’s explanation. The female classmates’ eyes sparkled with admiration, and the male classmates’ worshipped him. “Lu Shaoming, you know a lot. You’re great.”

Lu Shaoming gave a gentle laugh, and the elegant and poised appearance looked very noble. “You can pick the grapes here and taste them. Girls can choose these dark purple ones; they’re sweeter.”

Now the female classmates had been completely enticed by Lu Shaoming’s gentleman-like appearance.

Ning Qing was looking at the man. She didn’t realize that he knew so much about red wine. Perhaps this was why she had been infatuated with him all the time. This 32-year-old man had accumulated extraordinary wisdom and wealth with his life experience.

Ning Qing looked again at the female classmates who were admiring him. She was instantly upset. Her eyes turned cold as she glared at the man. He only knew how to seduce little girls like them.

Gentle, mature, and charming men were the fatal poisons of all women in the world.

And Lu Shaoming was the most lethal among all poisons — Crane’s red crown.