How is she supposed to answer this!!
On her left, Ninth Uncle was smiling in an uncanny way, and the childhood trauma of being spanked surfaced in her mind. Just thinking about it made her butt hurt.
On her right, Lu Qing’s hand rested on her shoulder, the pressure gradually increasing. It seemed like if she said something wrong, her shoulder blade would be crushed!
Qin Miaomiao felt like she was walking on a tightrope—one slip, and she’d end up dead with no remains!
She glanced left, then right, swallowed hard, and saw Little Second on the opposite side grinning, showing off eight perfectly white teeth...
No matter how you looked at it, it reeked of gloating!!
"I think Little Second is pretty good."
Mr. Jiu: Who’s that bastard?
Lu Qing: Little Second?
Little Second: Huh? What does this have to do with me?
At that moment, Little Second faced the biggest crisis of his life. Confronted with the menacing gazes of two powerful figures, he was so scared he almost wet himself. Oh, dear Young Madam, you’re really putting me in a tough spot! Fire prevention, theft prevention, and now... protection from Young Madam!
Lu Qing chuckled coldly. "Little Second, Young Madam thinks you’re pretty good."
Little Second bared his teeth in a smile—well, that made him look uglier. With a righteous tone, he declared:
"Even though Young Madam is charmed by my good looks, I would rather die than submit!"
Mr. Jiu gave him an up-and-down glance. Hmm... Qin Miaomiao’s taste sure is unique. By comparison, Lu Qing seemed just a tad more acceptable to the eyes.
Taking advantage of Little Second diverting their attention, Qin Miaomiao didn’t hesitate and bolted away. After all, of the 36 strategies, retreat is the best option!
Mr. Jiu: ...That little cabbage running off looks more like a bunny.
Lu Qing: ...She dares to run?
"Ninth Uncle, I’ll take my leave for now. In the future, I’ll return with Miaomiao to pay a visit."
"If Little Jin’er comes, you don’t have to."
No way he’d ever let Miaomiao meet him alone again. Wishful thinking!
Watching his retreating figure, Mr. Jiu cracked his knuckles with a resounding crack, his eyes turning cold. This pig who dared to steal his little cabbage was detestable. He’d let him jump around for a bit longer; then, when the time was right... he’d slaughter him. One less eyesore.
Seated obediently in the back seat of the car, Qin Miaomiao was a little shaken. Lu Qing was right beside her, his hand stroking her head over and over again. If he kept petting her , she’d end up bald!
"Oh, hubby, you know what I said earlier was just a stopgap measure."
"Uh-huh. Little Second’s that ugly. If you actually liked him, there’d be something wrong with your eyes."
Silently driving, Little Second felt like an arrow had pierced his knee. Young Master Lu was really throwing him under the bus. Clearly, he saw him as a major threat. Sigh, what could he do? With his dashing and handsome looks, the least he could do was speak a little less in front of Young Madam. Otherwise, if Young Madam became infatuated with him, what then?
Qin Miaomiao choked on her words a bit, then quietly... nodded. Forget it. Lord Lu was still fuming. She had to tread carefully for now.
"How did Mr. Jiu from Liyuan become your Ninth Uncle?"
He finally asked. Qin Miaomiao frowned, pondering how to muddle through the explanation, but then heard his calm voice say:
"Miaomiao, I want the truth."
"The truth is... I’ve known Ninth Uncle since I was young. He took a liking to me, and I stayed in Liyuan for a while. But to protect me, no one else knew about it."
Lu Qing stared at her for a long moment, his gaze making her skin crawl and cold sweat bead on her forehead.
"What about Li Li, the CEO of Huayu Group?"
"Oh, I have private dealings with him."
Lu Qing toyed with her words: "Private dealings?"
"Yes. He had some ties with my dad, and now that the company is in this state, we need external support. I went to discuss collaboration with him."