"A gift for you. Do you like it?"
He leaned close to her ear. In that instant, Qin Miaomiao felt her heart tighten abruptly, then start pounding wildly.
It’s often said that for men, power and wealth are the best aphrodisiacs, while for women, it’s jewelry.
Even she couldn’t help but be tempted by diamonds, mesmerized by their dazzling brilliance.
"For me? It’s too extravagant."
His fingers brushed over the diamond, then landed on her collarbone, his fingertips gently stroking it. In his eyes, a radiant gleam flickered, causing her to feel slightly flustered. Her face flushed shyly, as though dusted with rouge, appearing stunning.
"You deserve better."
His words made Qin Miaomiao’s heart race uncontrollably. Tch tch tch, this man’s flirting skills were undeniably top-notch.
He looked at her, and his body’s reaction said it all—he wanted to hide her away so no one else could see her.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his urges. Lanni, who was nearby, chuckled and said:
"Young Master Lu, are you satisfied?"
"I told you, with just a little bit of dressing up, Madam could outshine everyone. Even in the entertainment industry, she’d be one of a kind. It’s mainly her exceptional aura and those legs—so stunning that even in the modeling world, no one surpasses her figure. Young Master Lu, have you ever considered letting Madam try entering the industry?"
Lu Qing cast a cold glance at her and replied indifferently, "Does my woman need to show off in public?"
Lanni’s expression stiffened and she quickly changed her tone: "Of course not, Madam doesn’t need to show off publicly."
She was, after all, Lu Qing’s wife—a role envied by countless women. Comparing her to those celebrities had clearly displeased Lu Qing. Nevertheless, it was evident that this Young Madam was truly extraordinary, able to win Lu Qing’s heart.
As they boarded the Lincoln, the extravagant gown’s hem was quite voluminous, forcing her to sit closer to Lu Qing. Qin Miaomiao found that the closer she was to him, the less she knew what to do with her hands and feet—especially when his hand rested on her waist. It made her even more flustered.
Her gaze darted everywhere, deliberately avoiding him. The confined space of the car felt stifling, as though the temperature was rising. Her face burned, so she pretended to nap.
But even with her eyes shut, she could still feel his scorching gaze lingering on her face.
One minute. Two minutes. ...Five minutes.
She couldn’t stand it anymore, opened her eyes, and glared at him.
"Stop staring at me!"
Lu Qing’s gaze lightly settled on hers, and he responded casually:
"If you didn’t look at me, how would you know I was staring at you?"
Such a logical argument, but she had to retort.
"Anyway, you’re not allowed to stare."
Lu Qing didn’t continue staring, but his hand resting on her waist began to move slightly. He was merely brushing his fingertips against her waist through the soft fabric, yet she felt a tingling sensation, almost ticklish. This rascal was clearly teasing her!
She immediately pressed down on his hand and sternly declared:
"You’re not allowed to touch!"
Lu Qing turned his head to look at her, his lips curling into a mischievous smile:
"So, are you asking me not to stare, or not to touch?"
She didn’t want to admit it, but somehow, this man had developed a habit of teasing her. Whenever he flirted, she couldn’t resist wanting to get closer to him.
This scoundrel was trying to use his charm and physical presence to melt her resolve. Hmph, she vowed to resist the temptation.
"If you keep moving, I’ll bite you."
She threatened. Lu Qing raised an eyebrow and chuckled:
"Bite me? I’d be honored. So, tell me—where would you like to bite? If it’s my lips, I’d welcome it especially."