Chapter 1115: Finale (1)

Lin s.h.i.+yu furrowed her pretty brows deeply. She wanted to struggle but to no avail, as the b.u.t.tons on her top were undone, revealing her fair and creamy skin.

Fu Qinglun looked at her nursing bra beneath and his eyes instantly became bloodshot. His soft lips kissed her earlobes and he said huskily, “Is it sweet? I’ve tasted my wife’s before and it’s really sweet.”

“…”

Lin s.h.i.+yu’s pretty eyes suddenly narrowed. When did he do that?

Of course she did not know. He had seen a drop of milk on Little Shushu’s lips and he had secretly tasted it.

Fu Qinglun lowered his head…

“Ah!”

Lin s.h.i.+yu’s scream was caught in her throat.

…

Two of the CEOs who were playing cards walked out and looked at the scene. The man’s broad body was s.h.i.+elding the delicate woman, and they could not see what the couple was doing, but it had to be something that should not be seen.

“Aye, that man looks like the Young Master of Guding Castle.”

“You must be mistaken. The Young Master loves his wife very much and he is well-known for his faithfulness. How can he possibly fool about with another woman?”

“Seems like Beauty Lin is good at taming her husband. It has been so many years, and the Young Master has not had any other woman beside her.”…

Both CEOs laughed and headed to the washroom.

Lin s.h.i.+yu’s heart softened upon hearing these words. Her luscious lashes quivered and she gently closed her eyes.

At this moment, Fu Qinglun lunged forward and captured her red lips through the thin black veil. As their breaths entwined, she could feel his hot breath.

“Sweet,” he murmured and kissed her red lips again.

He had no intention of removing the veil. The roughness of the veil juxtaposed starkly against her delicate lips. He sucked on her lips repeatedly, then slipped his long tongue into her sweet mouth.

Lin s.h.i.+yu did not close her eyes and merely looked at him kissing her pa.s.sionately. As he was kissing, he exuded a s.e.xiness that made one blush. Her face turned a flaming red upon hearing the sloppy wet sounds of their kissing.

After what seemed like an eternity, Fu Qinglun left her red lips, buried his head in her neck and panted breathlessly. He was very drunk and thoroughly consumed by her sweetness.

Lin s.h.i.+yu could feel his arousal and she promptly pushed him away

Seeming to collect himself, Fu Qinglun regulated his breathing and released her. His voice was already hoa.r.s.e beyond recognition. “Are you missing your son?”

He grasped her delicate hand and returned to the room with her.

…

In the room.

Auntie Su looked at the veiled Lin s.h.i.+yu and said in puzzlement, “Sir, this is…?”

Fu Qinglun replied, “Hand Little Master over to her.”

“Oh, okay.” Auntie Su handed Little Shushu over to Lin s.h.i.+yu.

Little Shushu stopped crying immediately in his Mama’s arms. His head nuzzled Mama’s chest for milk. Lin s.h.i.+yu lowered her head to kiss her son’s little face, then she sat on the bed, undid the b.u.t.tons on her top and began to nurse.

Little Shushu suckled happily, but what was the matter? He was unable to drink any milk.

Boohoo…

Little Shushu cried again from his hunger.

“What’s happening?” Auntie Su walked over. “Is Little Master crying because there’s no milk?”

No milk…

Lin s.h.i.+yu promptly looked up at Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun’s hands were stuck in his pockets and as he looked back at her, his throat bobbed.

“Sir, what should we do? Little Master doesn’t have milk to drink and he refuses to take milk powder. He must be famished.”

Fu Qinglun looked at Auntie Su. “Auntie Su, you may leave first.”

Auntie Su left.

…

There was only the family of three in the room. Little Shushu was bawling miserably in his Mama’s arms.

Fu Qinglun walked ahead, stretched his long fingers out and tickled his son’s face. “Sorry, Daddy will remember in the future.”

Lin s.h.i.+yu lightly hit his palm.

“Are you angry?”

Instead of tickling his son, he squeezed her face instead. She was sitting and he was standing. She could see his tailored black trousers and his hand stuck in his trousers pocket.

She pointed to the milk bottle on the counter for him to make milk.

Poor little Shushu was so pitiful. He was only slightly over a month old and Daddy had s.n.a.t.c.hed his milk away from him.

Fu Qinglun curved his dark red lips as he walked to the counter and started preparing milk for Little Shushu.

Auntie Su would always do such things, but this man was intelligent and soon after, the milk was ready.

He pa.s.sed the milk bottle to Lin s.h.i.+yu.

Lin s.h.i.+yu inserted the teat into Little Shushu’s mouth, but soon after, Little Shushu spat it out and cried.

He did not want milk powder! He wanted Mama’s milk instead. Little Shushu kept nuzzling Mama’s chest.

Heartbroken, Lin s.h.i.+yu glared fiercely at the culprit in front of her.

Fu Qinglun looked at her upset expression and he arched his brows. He gently slapped Little Shushu’s bottom and said, “I only took a mouthful of milk. Don’t whine like this again next time.”

“…”

What was he even doing?

It was obviously his fault but he was reprimanding his son now. Little Shushu stared at his Papa. It seemed like he realized that he did not have any milk left, and he resorted to sucking the milk bottle teat instead.

Soon later, he finished the bottle of milk.

Little Shushu fell asleep again.

Placing Little Shushu on the soft bed, Lin s.h.i.+yu covered him with the blanket, before going to the washroom to wash the milk bottle.

At this moment, the door was pushed open and Fu Qinglun entered. He walked over and stood behind her.

Lin s.h.i.+yu’s hand froze in mid air.

“Is our son asleep?” he asked hoa.r.s.ely.

Lin s.h.i.+yu’s luscious lashes quivered and she murmured a response. She turned off the tap and turned around to leave. But a strong arm wrapped around her svelte waist and gave it a forceful tug.

Her delicate body fell into his embrace.

Fu Qinglun carried her, buried his head into her hair while taking in deep breaths of her scent and kissed her face repeatedly. “You’re mine now and n.o.body can s.n.a.t.c.h you away from me.”

“…”

She finally understood why he had hit his son’s backside.

He was jealous.

Her son was clamoring around in her arms just now.

Lin s.h.i.+yu was embraced tightly by him. Through the thin material of their clothing, she could already feel his scorching body warmth and heavy breathing. Was he actually drunk or had he taken some kind of aphrodisiac?

Let go!

She forcefully pushed him away.

Fu Qinglun immediately lifted her up, walked ahead and threw her by the mosaic gla.s.s door, making her sit on the bed.

She wanted to get up but her vision went dark as Fu Qinglun leaned forward, with his trousers gently brus.h.i.+ng against her red lips…