When Qin Miaomiao left Liyuan, her back felt like it was drenched, and her hands were still trembling.
Recalling that earlier scene, it felt as though she had taken a walk through Yama Hall — she had almost... truly lost her life there.
When Mr. Jiu’s hand was placed on her neck, her whole body trembled, but she didn’t struggle. Instead, she looked into his eyes.
Mr. Jiu’s gaze was filled with brutality, and he spoke each word with chilling clarity:
"The thing I hate most in life is being deceived."
When she addressed him, her tone lilted slightly at the end—a little habit of hers when calling him, making her sound soft and delicate.
Mr. Jiu’s expression froze for a moment, as though he was seeing the chubby little girl from back then—the one who liked to grab his pant leg and climb onto his knee.
The young woman before him had snow-white skin, delicate features, and soft pink lips that trembled lightly.
She looked somewhat frightened but stubbornly stared at him. Her gaze carried respect, tinged with an almost youthful admiration—it was certainly not feigned.
She knew about the past, and the words he had spoken to her, words that were said when there was no one else around, no third party to witness them.
Though the matter of her soul being attached to someone else’s body was a bit bizarre, it wasn’t entirely beyond acceptance.
His hand deliberately tightened gradually. She felt the suffocation and furrowed her brows but did not beg for mercy.
Qin Miaomiao spoke with difficulty: "Uncle Jiu once saved my life... My life is yours to take if you wish."
A dark light flickered in Mr. Jiu’s eyes, and his hand slightly relaxed before he let her go entirely.
"I will investigate this matter thoroughly."
Qin Miaomiao narrowly escaped death. She clutched at her neck and coughed desperately, looking somewhat pitiful.
"Thank... thank you, Uncle Jiu."
As she turned to leave Liyuan, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Mr. Jiu’s eyes. Chu Yunhao? Perfect. Daring to do such a thing—his life would definitely be taken!
In the Long Ting Group CEO’s office, Han Shu respectfully said:
"Young Master Lu, Madam went to Liyuan."
Lu Qing’s face showed rare surprise. "What’s she doing at Liyuan?"
"Not sure. From what I’ve heard, Mr. Jiu hasn’t seen visitors in a long time. Even members of the Su Family might not qualify to meet him."
Lu Qing’s expression turned slightly cold. His young wife was becoming more and more intriguing—first provoking Boss Ou, and now heading to Liyuan.
Ou Beichen’s influence in the underworld was well-known, but no matter what, it paled in comparison to Mr. Jiu.
The latter was the true force to reckon with. His roots ran deep, so much so that even Lu Qing had to tread carefully!
"Keep an eye on the Young Madam. Let me know if anything unusual happens."
"Yes, Young Master Lu."
Lu Qing thought for a moment and then called Qin Miaomiao.
Her gentle voice came through the line: "I ran into Jiaojiao. I’m having dinner with her tonight."
He listened to the noise on the other end of the call, when a slightly androgynous voice chimed in:
"Miao Miao, you’re chatting with your little lover again, huh? Ask him to come hang out with us!"
"Stop it. He’s busy right now."
"Busy with what? If he’s not coming, fair enough. Look at that guy over there—don’t you think he’d be perfect for you?"
Lu Qing’s face instantly darkened. A guy? Perfect for her?
Qin Miaomiao had just started to reply when the call was suddenly disconnected. Lu Qing’s expression grew even colder!
"Han Shu, track Madam’s phone immediately and pinpoint her location!"
Han Shu paused for a moment, noting that Young Master Lu’s mood seemed... particularly grim, almost as if he was about to catch someone in the act.
Fortunately, Young Master Lu had long ago placed a tracker on Madam’s phone, so locating her wasn’t difficult.
After reporting the address, Lu Qing left without hesitation. Han Shu couldn’t resist asking cheekily:
"Young Master Lu, there’s still a shareholders’ meeting later."
Damn it. If Qin Miaomiao truly dared to go get cozy with another man, haha...