"A man who seems so abstinent yet speaks in such a teasing tone—I’m telling you, I really can’t handle this!"
Qin Miaomiao stared at his thin lips and subconsciously licked her own. This face of his was way too much her type. No, she couldn’t let herself fall for his good looks. All handsome men were just friggin’ trouble!
"Wishful thinking makes perfect doing. So, it seems you’re not into lips—could it be... that place?"
His tone was deep as he deliberately blew a breath near her ear. Qin Miaomiao shuddered and blurted out in embarrassment:
"Don’t even think about it! I would never bite you... there! You pervert!"
"I was talking about my neck. Where was your mind going?"
He looked at her with this exaggerated expression, like she was the one whose thoughts had strayed, leaving her feeling even more awkward.
She was both mortified and furious, so she turned her head away deliberately, putting some distance between them. Lu Qing, seeing her angry, puffed-up face, couldn’t help but smirk.
His little wife really was something else—absolutely delightful.
When they arrived at the venue, the two walked in together.
The venue was high-class, filled with attendees of significant status. As an invited VIP, Lu Qing naturally drew everyone’s attention with every move he made.
And the woman by his side inevitably became the focal point of countless eyes as well.
Given the recent news of Long Ting’s collaboration with Xingyao, no one found it surprising that they were attending this charity gala together.
However, Qin Miaomiao came dressed to impress, stealing the limelight entirely. As soon as she appeared, countless gazes locked onto her neck.
"Oh my god, what’s that? Heidi’s Heart?"
"What’s Heidi’s Heart?"
"Don’t you know? That blue sapphire worth over 40 million dollars, originally from the British Royal Family, was auctioned off by a mysterious buyer for a fortune."
"So how is it now hanging around her neck? Isn’t Xingyao Group practically on the verge of bankruptcy? They couldn’t possibly afford it."
"There’s probably only one explanation. This necklace must be a gift from Young Master Lu."
Someone muttered enviously, "Could it be that Young Master Lu gave it to her? Surely, he just let her borrow it. There’s no way she’s lucky enough for Lu to give her such an expensive piece of jewelry."
"Obviously. She’s merely borrowing it. What’s there to boast about?"
"I bet she begged Young Master Lu for it to save face at an event ."
One voice grew dripping with schadenfreude: "Tsk tsk tsk, what a vain woman. Her family’s practically bankrupt, yet she still shamelessly asks others to lend her jewelry for appearances. Young Master Lu really has a charitable heart to agree to such a thing."
Amidst the group of women, Su Moli listened to the chatter while gazing toward the crowd. At the center was that dazzling, radiant woman currently stealing all the glory. A cold smirk curled at Su Moli’s lips.
This woman... back on the yacht, she had embarrassed Su Moli so terribly. Their enmity was already set in stone!
She’s merely basking in Lu Qing’s reflected glory—what’s the big deal?
Feigning casualness, Su Moli spoke up:
"I heard that Young Master Lu has a wife."
One of the women gasped in surprise: "Yes, I heard that too! Isn’t his wife some heiress from a prominent family? Her background is supposed to be very powerful."
"But look at that woman; she seems glued to Young Master Lu."
"Isn’t it obvious? She’s shameless and trying to become his mistress."
"How could there be such shameless people in this world? Tsk tsk, disgusting."
The sound of mocking laughter rippled through the group like a venomous tide, as if gossiping about others brought them unparalleled satisfaction.
Chu Yunhao walked over, and Su Moli pulled him aside, lowering her voice:
"Yunhao, what’s the story with this Qin Miaomiao?"