Ninth Uncle let out an ambiguous laugh, his gaze toward her carrying a hint of admiration:
"Switched to a new body, and your brain seems to have cleared up a bit."
"Being killed by someone and still not figuring things out—wouldn’t that be a wasted death?"
"What’s your plan to deal with Chu Yunhao?"
Qin Miaomiao smiled faintly. Her skin was delicate, and when she smiled, two dimples appeared, making her look extraordinarily captivating.
"Naturally, a blood debt will be paid in blood."
Mr. Jiu’s eyes shone with a dark light as he replied slowly:
"Making him die is easy."
Qin Miaomiao shook her head:
"Killing him now would be too easy for him. He needs to lose everything first. He revels in power, so we’ll strip him of his authority. He loves wealth, so we’ll make him bankrupt. As for the woman he treasures, we’ll make him personally destroy her."
Such chilling words, coming from her lips, were particularly shocking. Mr. Jiu scrutinized her further; her temperament was undeniably aligning more and more with his tastes.
"It seems you want to handle this personally."
"You don’t wish to use my methods?"
Qin Miaomiao curved her lips into a smile and stepped forward, an emotion resembling gentle reverence rippling in her eyes as she said softly:
"How could I tarnish Ninth Uncle’s hands?"
Mr. Jiu felt a subtle stirring in his heart as he raised his hand to touch the top of her head. The fine strands of hair, her pure, youthful face, and the tender aura reminded him of the soft, chubby little girl he had kept in his memory. He couldn’t help but feel a bit more affectionate toward her.
"You’ve become much more sensible."
"Ninth Uncle, I was wrong before. I was stubborn and foolish. Can you forgive me?"
Back then, because of Chu Yunhao, her relationship with Mr. Jiu had grown distant. In the end, he still offered her a path out, though she never had the chance to take it.
In this lifetime, she wanted to make amends.
Mr. Jiu’s gaze at her showed a trace of astonishment. After a moment, he said lightly:
"That depends on your performance."
Qin Miaomiao was overjoyed. It seemed Ninth Uncle no longer minded her rebelliousness from before.
At that moment, a servant approached and reported, prompting Mr. Jiu to react slightly:
He glanced at Qin Miaomiao with a faint smile and said slowly:
"Someone has come to see you."
"Lu Qing? He’s here?"
Qin Miaomiao was a little surprised. She hadn’t tried to conceal anything from him—in fact, it wasn’t something she could hide anyway. But she didn’t expect him to find her so quickly.
Mr. Jiu leisurely poured a cup of tea and said:
"Since he’s here, you might as well meet him. Let’s also observe—what kind of man have you married? Does he deserve you?"
Qin Miaomiao blushed a little and coughed lightly: "Uh, Ninth Uncle, please go easy on him."
"What’s this? Already standing up for him? In that case, I certainly need to test him properly. Lao Si, go meet him."
The black-clad man who had been standing quietly to the side immediately walked out. He had a robust build and an imposing presence, clearly someone with martial training!
Qin Miaomiao started to feel uneasy. She tugged at Mr. Jiu’s sleeve and murmured in a slightly coquettish tone:
"Ninth Uncle, please don’t harm him."
Mr. Jiu cast her a sidelong glance: "Already turning against me for someone else?"
"Well, he’s my husband. I have to stand up for him a little."
Mr. Jiu sneered: "So you’ve learned to care for people. Why don’t you know how to respect your elders?"
Qin Miaomiao was startled—was Ninth Uncle... jealous?
She immediately poured him another cup of tea, kneading his shoulders in an overly sweet manner as she said:
"It’s my fault for being thoughtless. Ninth Uncle, don’t get angry. Does this feel better?"
"Oh, then I’ll apply more pressure."
Qin Miaomiao obediently took on the role of his masseuse, tending to him with the utmost care. Seeing his fatigue, she even reached out to massage his temples.
Just then, a cold and severe voice erupted:
"Qin Miaomiao, what are you doing!"