Qin Miaomiao covered her face: "This... it’s actually a misunderstanding... I can explain."
Xu Jiaojiao: Explain.
Jin Jing: Watching the show.
Three pairs of eyes stared at her simultaneously. She suddenly felt immense pressure—how should she explain?
She swallowed nervously and cautiously chose her words:
"Um, Mr. Jin, how about you take Jiaojiao out for a stroll first?"
Jin glanced at Lu Qing, then at Jiaojiao, and decisively shook his head.
Lu Qing raised his hand, resting it on top of her head, rubbing her hair little by little. The corners of his lips curved into a gentle smile, but that smile somehow sent chills down her spine.
"I abandoned you first? Hm? Spread scandalous rumors? Hm? Stayed out all night? Hm?"
Every time he said "hm," Qin Miaomiao felt her heart tremble. Well, it wasn’t wrong, but that was the old Lu Qing.
Jiaojiao chimed in at this moment:
"Miao Miao was so miserably bullied by you that she kept coming to me to cry about it! I’m telling you, if you’re not good to Miao Miao, I definitely won’t let you off the hook! And don’t think you can push people around just because you’re rich and powerful. Worst case scenario, you can break it off, and I’ll find someone even better for Miao Miao!"
Hearing this, Qin Miaomiao wished she could rush up to cover her mouth. Jiaojiao was proving to be a total pig teammate.
The hand on her head pressed slightly harder. He lowered his gaze, looking down at her, his smile growing brighter, but it was starting to look unnervingly forced:
"You went crying to her about me treating you badly?"
"That was before!!" She exclaimed. Like hell it had anything to do with her—the one crying wasn’t even her! She had way more dignity than that, okay!
He turned to Jiaojiao again: "You want to find her someone better?"
Jiaojiao firmly declared, "Yes! If I can’t find someone, I’ll do it myself. Anyway, people abroad can have same-sex marriages."
Jin Jing immediately stepped forward, trying to cover her mouth, and smoothed things over with Lu Qing: "This girl just loves to spout nonsense. Little Lu, please don’t take it to heart."
What, competing with Lu Qing over his wife? Was she crazy? What if she accidentally got turned into a human specimen?
Jiaojiao shot Jin Jing a glare, but he dragged her away without hesitation. If she stayed any longer, he feared she might truly provoke bloodshed—he was scared of Little Lu’s methods, for real!
Jiaojiao struggled but was still dragged away by Jin Jing, leaving Qin Miaomiao standing there with a look that screamed she’d just been royally screwed over.
Lu Qing’s hand was still on her head. Her hair had been rubbed into an unrecognizable mess. She could even feel him practically grinding his teeth:
"You want to find someone better?"
Qin Miaomiao hurriedly shook her head, showing her loyalty:
"Absolutely not! Is there a man in this world better than you?"
Well, probably, but in any case, three months—no, two months and some change from now—they were going to divorce anyway.
Apparently, she’d have to keep buttering him up—and maybe turn up the charm a little more.
"I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been spouting nonsense in front of Jiaojiao. But you know, that was from back then—now there’s absolutely none of that."
The mention of Jiaojiao darkened Lu Qing’s gaze. He spoke calmly:
"You want to marry her abroad?"
"She was babbling nonsense! I swear, she’s straight, really. And besides, I’m married now—I couldn’t marry again, right?"
Lu Qing raised his eyebrows:
"She’s straight. What about you? Are you planning to keep her?"
"Uh... misunderstanding! It’s definitely a misunderstanding—Jiaojiao just likes to play around, we were joking!"
Oh no, oh no—Qin Miaomiao wished she could bite her own tongue off. She knew how sensitive he could be, and yet she still went spouting off nonsense. She quickly corrected herself:
"No, no, no! Only you, hubby, can be mine."