"Ninth Uncle, this way please."
Little brat, still thinking of climbing up the ladder, huh? If I don’t beat you till your teeth are scattered all over the ground, I’m not Mr. Jiu!
Half an hour later...
Qin Miaomiao, who was originally standing, had now taken a seat in the chair, pulling Little Second to sit beside her as well. She grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and started munching while chatting:
"Little Second, tell me, they’ve been fighting for over half an hour already, haven’t they? And still no winner?"
Little Second grabbed a handful too, striking a pose like a strategist commanding troops:
"If you ask me, it must be Young Master Lu. Look at that sweeping kick of his—so clean and sharp."
"But Ninth Uncle’s moves are just as slick."
Ninth Uncle, currently sparring with Lu Qing, curled the corners of his lips. Mm, Little Jin’er has good eyes; clearly, he was gaining the upper hand.
Then Qin Miaomiao said another sentence:
"However, if we’re talking about who’s the most handsome, it’s still my husband."
Lu Qing’s previously gloomy face instantly lit up in delight. As expected of his wife—she knew how to appreciate his dashing charm!
Ninth Uncle snorted coldly:
"Little Jin’er just hasn’t met enough men, that’s why she’s been bewitched by you."
Lu Qing’s handsome face showed a trace of smugness:
"Miaomiao has the true eye for quality."
"Kid, don’t get too cocky. We haven’t finished this match yet."
"Ninth Uncle, what you’re doing is taking advantage of my earlier exhaustion. We’ve been going at it for half an hour and we’re still even. I was sparring with your subordinates before this and wore myself out, so strictly speaking, I should be slightly ahead."
Ninth Uncle chuckled dryly:
Lu Qing shot back sarcastically:
"Looks like Ninth Uncle isn’t willing to admit defeat—the mighty leader of Liyuan stooping to playing dirty."
Mr. Jiu’s eyes narrowed. Alright, not only was this kid trying to steal his pretty cabbage (Qin Miaomiao), he also dared to provoke him verbally. If he didn’t break a rib or two of this brat’s, he’d take on Lu’s last name!
Things took a worse turn from there. The blows rained down harder and fiercer—each punch landing solidly!
Qin Miaomiao watched, her heart pounding with fright. She tossed the sunflower seeds aside and anxiously asked:
"Little Second, why do I feel like something big is going to happen?"
Little Second, with a casual look, waved it off: "Ah, relax. At most, it’s just a broken arm, a broken leg, maybe a cracked rib—no big deal."
Hearing that, Qin Miaomiao was floored. No big deal?!
She immediately shouted toward the two men:
"Stop fighting right now!"
...No one paid attention.
"If you keep fighting, I’ll get angry!"
...Still no reaction.
"Ninth Uncle, I won’t come back to Liyuan anymore!"
Mr. Jiu froze for a moment. Damn, this little girl actually dared to threaten him. Heh, she’s grown bold now.
But this made his punches slow down quite a bit. Lu Qing, seeing the chance, was just about to strike hard for a comeback when Qin Miaomiao yelled:
"Lu Qing, if you don’t stop now, I’ll go flirt with another guy right this second!"
Lu Qing came to an abrupt halt, his face changing dramatically. He immediately bolted toward Qin Miaomiao!
In an instant, he was standing in front of her. Even Qin Miaomiao was dumbfounded—she hadn’t expected that line to work so well!
Lu Qing narrowed his eyes, his voice cold as he interrogated:
"What did you just say? If you’ve got the guts, say it again."
"I said... um... let’s stop fighting, and I’ll cook noodles for you when we get back, alright?"
While speaking, she also acted coy, tugging at his sleeve coquettishly.
Lu Qing gave a tight-lipped smirk that didn’t reach his eyes: "Funny, I seem to recall hearing someone mention flirting with another guy."
Qin Miaomiao immediately straightened up and declared righteously: "Nonsense! Flirt with who? With such a handsome hubby in front of me, everyone else is just a passing cloud!"
Just as she finished speaking, a faint voice drifted over:
"Everyone else is just a passing cloud? Hmm?"
Qin Miaomiao’s heart skipped a beat. Oh no, she had forgotten Ninth Uncle was still here. She quickly masked her expression, turned around, and smiled as she said:
"Of course, Ninth Uncle is not included. Ninth Uncle is as elegant as a jade tree dancing in the wind, dashing and charismatic. Truly, a man among men!"
Mr. Jiu, feeling properly flattered, shot a provoking glance at Lu Qing. Then, curling his lips into a smile, he asked:
"So, if you compare me to Lu Qing, who’s better?"
.....Ninth Uncle, you win. You’ve set me up with a pit that big!