"Just boasting again."
Luo Qinghan's expression changed. "That's Nangong Wushuang, a nightmare for so many. If you ever really encounter her, you should be careful."
In Lin Xiao's arms, feeling his warmth, she felt a little more at ease. Otherwise, despite her usual decisive demeanor at the company today, her heart had been in turmoil.
It was only because she had practiced over the years that she could maintain basic composure.
Now, with Lin Xiao's words, she finally felt a lot more relieved.
"Your husband never boasts. I'm telling you, just the other day, I met Nangong Wushuang and gave her a good lesson. She must have held a grudge, which is why she immediately wanted to make a move on me after going back," Lin Xiao said.
However, Luo Qinghan wouldn't believe a single word of it. She rolled her eyes and said exasperatedly, "Are you still trying to be tough? If you really met her, she'd probably eat your bones."
"Then her teeth must be quite good."
Lin Xiao chuckled, then leaned close to Luo Qinghan's ear and whispered, "I'd rather eat you."
"You..."
Luo Qinghan glared at him, then struggled slightly in his arms. As she turned her head, her eyes met Lin Xiao's, and then he lightly kissed her on the lips.
"My wife's lips are fragrant and soft," Lin Xiao said, looking very pleased. His hands also started to move, as if preparing to do something more to Luo Qinghan.
But Luo Qinghan quickly grabbed his hand. "Xun'er is here right now..."
Truthfully, Luo Qinghan was a little overwhelmed by Lin Xiao's actions, but thinking of her daughter nearby, she dared not act rashly. She quickly tried to break free from Lin Xiao's embrace.
"Don't worry, Xun'er is already asleep."
Lin Xiao held her hand, a slight smile on his face.
Seeing his expression, Luo Qinghan became even more shy and annoyed, but her body was honest, and she leaned into Lin Xiao's arms.
"You..."
Luo Qinghan spoke with her last shred of rationality. "I'm not ready yet..."
She truly wasn't ready. In fact, she felt their relationship was more like that of friends and family, not a romantic couple or husband and wife.
Her work had been very busy lately, and she hadn't had much time alone with Lin Xiao. Among women her age, her schedule was the most packed.
Even after returning home, she sometimes had to worry about company matters.
Lin Xiao had always silently supported and accompanied her. At times, she felt more at ease with him than with her own father.
However, when it came to marital intimacy, she genuinely wasn't ready.
"Not ready?"
Lin Xiao's movements stopped. He stared into Luo Qinghan's eyes and saw nervousness, a hint of resistance, and haste.
She really wasn't ready.
So, he stopped.
As a man of integrity, he could control his desires. Someone controlled by desire could never reach the position of Dragon King.
"I will wait until you are ready," Lin Xiao said softly.
With that, he pulled Luo Qinghan into his arms, holding her gently, and kissed her cheek.
Feeling Lin Xiao's strong embrace, Luo Qinghan's eyes became hazy.
Is this what it feels like to be protected? Is this what it feels like to be a young girl?
No wonder so many women become lost in love. This feeling is truly intoxicating, making one unwilling to wake up.
She adjusted her position in Lin Xiao's arms, making herself comfortable.
Soon, she fell asleep in Lin Xiao's embrace.
"This..."
Lin Xiao looked at Luo Qinghan's sleeping face and chuckled. The sleeping Luo Qinghan gave him a profound sense of peace. Her serene appearance was exactly like Xun'er's in bed.
Mother and daughter were almost carved from the same mold.
...
The next morning.
Xun'er pouted and tugged at Luo Qinghan's hand. "Mom, why are you stealing my dad!"
"..."
Luo Qinghan looked at her daughter with some helplessness. She had woken up in Lin Xiao's arms, and Xun'er had been squeezed to the edge of the bed by the two of them. This position usually belonged to Xun'er.
"Xun'er, be good. Mom sometimes wants to experience Dad's broad chest too," Lin Xiao chuckled, patting his pectoral muscles. There was a lyric, wasn't there? "My chest is here for you to lean on."
"But! Mom has her own dad! You can't steal my dad!"
Xun'er crossed her arms righteously, as if declaring ownership.
"You little brat," Luo Qinghan immediately got annoyed. "He's my husband, not yours! What, you have an opinion when your mom and dad hug?"
She had doted on this little girl all for nothing! Now she was fighting with her own mother over something!
She's not even four years old yet! What will happen when she's two years older?
Will there be any place for her in this family then!
"Wuwuwu... Mom is bullying Xun'er!"
After Luo Qinghan's words, Xun'er became incredibly wronged, pouting as if she were about to cry.
Seeing that Xun'er was about to cry, Luo Qinghan's demeanor immediately changed. She quickly picked Xun'er up. "Oh, Xun'er, be good, Mommy was wrong. Mommy shouldn't bully Xun'er. I won't fight with you over Daddy anymore..."
"Really?!"
The next second, Xun'er's face changed as if by magic. She extended her finger. "Pinky promise, a hundred years, no take-backs!"
"..."
Luo Qinghan looked at Lin Xiao as if seeking help. This little brat had set a trap for her!
She could even pretend to be pitiful now.
"Alright, Xun'er, be good. Hurry up and get dressed and wash up, or you'll be late for kindergarten. The teacher will take away your little red flower. If you don't have a little red flower, Dad won't buy you any toys," Lin Xiao said, having figured out this little girl's tactics.
"Ah!"
Upon hearing this, Xun'er had no time to continue the pinky promise with Luo Qinghan. She quickly jumped out of bed and pulled Luo Qinghan. "Let's go, let's go, Mom, let's go wash up!"
Luo Qinghan gave Lin Xiao a thumbs-up gesture and followed Xun'er.
Lin Xiao smiled with satisfaction and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the family.
However, while making breakfast, he listened to the news reported by Ye Chen through his earpiece. His smile remained unchanged, but a cold glint would occasionally flash in his eyes.
The Nangong family...
If you truly wish to court death, I don't mind ending your century-old legacy in the generation of Nangong Wushuang.
"Tell them,"
Lin Xiao's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Prepare to make a move."