Qin Miaomiao stiffly turned around and saw Lu Qing striding forward, his face as cold as ice, the fury in his eyes practically threatening to blow the roof off!
He yanked her into his arms in one swift motion, his gaze so frigid it could freeze someone solid.
He turned to Mr. Jiu, staring coldly at him with a gaze that felt as sharp as a blade:
Mr. Jiu glanced up at him, assessing him briefly. Hmm, not bad-looking—just too icy. Probably wouldn’t suit Little Jin’er.
Lu Qing froze, his expression darkening further. This was his wife, and he had the audacity to demand he let her go? What kind of joke was that!
"Uh, Lu Qing, you’re hurting me."
Lu Qing shot Qin Miaomiao a cold glance. He was furious, practically losing his mind, but forced himself to suppress it. In a frosty tone, he asked:
"Huh? Well, yeah, Liyuan is pretty nice."
The little second who had followed them in was trembling slightly. Oh, my dear Young Madam, are you really planning to stay here longer after saying that? Haven’t you seen Young Master Lu’s face yet? Just now, Mr. Jiu’s men tried to block him, and they got beaten up horribly, okay!
Lu Qing continued, pressing her with another question:
"Reluctant to leave?"
Only then did Qin Miaomiao realize something wasn’t right. She quickly shook her head:
"No, no, I was just planning to leave already."
At that moment, Mr. Jiu interjected calmly: "Little Jin’er, you’re planning to abandon this old man so soon?"
"Oh, come on, you’re only forty, handsome, elegant, and dashing—not old at all, okay."
As soon as she said that, she felt a sharp pain in the bones of her hand clenched by Lu Qing—it hurt so much her tears were nearly falling.
Lu Qing’s lips curved into a strange smile, his voice icy and deliberate as he spoke:
"Handsome? Dashing? What, you like older men?"
Oh, shoot, was this jealousy?
How could she forget that Lu Qing was the ultimate jar of vinegar—so prone to jealousy! No, it was absolutely a misunderstanding!
"Lu Qing, you’ve got it wrong—he’s my Ninth Uncle."
"The Qin Family and Su Family have no ties whatsoever."
And besides, this was the Su Family’s main branch, not those so-called offshoots. Yan Jing’s ancient clans were among the most prestigious, and the Qin Family barely ranked among them if at all! Not to mention, they were now nearly bankrupt.
Looking at this dangerous man, Qin Miaomiao began to panic. How could she possibly explain this relationship?
Just then, Mr. Jiu spoke up again:
"Such a narrow-minded man—clearly not a good match. Little Jin’er, I’ll find you a better husband."
Oh for heaven’s sake, Ninth Uncle, are you trying to set up your niece for failure? If you want to find someone new, at least wait until she’s divorced, okay!
Lu Qing could no longer hold back. He swung his fist toward Mr. Jiu, but two figures stepped in to shield him. Judging by their movements, they were far from weak!
Lu Qing immediately became entangled with the pair, fists flying hard and fast, without the slightest hint of mercy.
Qin Miaomiao panicked and quickly said:
"Ninth Uncle, please make sure they don’t hurt him."
"What, you’re already feeling distressed for him?"
"Two against one—how is that fair?"
Ninth Uncle’s eyes glinted coldly: "Not fair? Old Fifth and Old Sixth, join in too. If he can’t handle all four of them, then he’s not qualified to take you out of Liyuan."
Qin Miaomiao’s face instantly went pale. She had completely forgotten how obstinate Ninth Uncle could be.
If Lu Qing couldn’t pass this test, he wouldn’t be considered worthy of being her husband.
She said nothing further; she feared that if she continued pleading, Ninth Uncle would only have the men press him harder.
Meanwhile, the little second seemed utterly nonchalant, with an air of casual indifference. He even reassured her:
"Young Madam, don’t worry—Young Master Lu is sure to win this."
Not even ten elite soldiers could take down Young Master Lu, let alone four? Well, even though these four were pretty strong.