Twenty minutes later, in a corner of the café, Little Second and Little Sixth were still sitting at another table, their ears practically perked up, fully focused on the situation at the opposite table.
The atmosphere... was odd. Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing sat together, while Rong Lan sat across from them. His expression... looked a bit stiff. Qin Miaomiao introduced:
"This is my husband. Husband, this is my friend."
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly. "When did you return to the country? Why didn’t you say anything?"
From the tone of his words, it sounded like these two had quite a history.
"I just got back." Rong Lan took a nervous sip of coffee.
"Oh? Just got back, and you’re already visiting my wife? Nephew."
Nephew? Lu Qing and Rong Lan are actually relatives?! Qin Miaomiao was dumbstruck, nearly spitting out the plain water in her mouth!
Rong Lan gritted his teeth and yelled, "I told you not to call me nephew! I’m older than you!"
Lu Qing calmly and elegantly reminded him:
"By seniority, you’re supposed to call me Uncle."
Qin Miaomiao squinted her eyes and smiled. "Is that so? Then you should call me Aunt, shouldn’t you?"
Rong Lan was almost driven mad with anger and let out a cold laugh. "Miao Miao, don’t forget, I used to be your boyfriend."
The surrounding temperature seemed to instantly drop. Qin Miaomiao shivered as she glanced at Lu Qing next to her, whose face was dark as ice. He gave her a sharp, cold look.
Qin Miaomiao quickly raised her hand to clear things up:
"Boyfriend my foot! We had no relationship whatsoever, I swear!"
Rong Lan sneaked in another comment:
"You even once said you wanted to marry me."
Damn it, what kind of useless teammate was this?! Was he trying to get her killed faster?!
Unable to bear it any longer, Qin Miaomiao slammed the table. "Rong Lan! Shut your mouth!"
"Aw, so feisty, cutie pie."
At this moment, Lu Qing suddenly stood up, grabbing Rong Lan by the collar. A hint of a cold smile appeared on his face. "Nephew, interested in taking a spin at the fighting arena?"
"U-Uncle, I don’t know the first thing about fighting," Rong Lan stammered.
Lu Qing’s smile grew all the more radiant. "Oh really? Perfect."
Two hours later, Rong Lan lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for air, his whole body aching, unable to lift his arms. In contrast, Lu Qing stood tall and poised, not a bead of sweat on him.
Meanwhile, Qin Miaomiao was holding a tissue to wipe away his nonexistent sweat!
Damn it, the sweaty mess here was him! The one beaten to near internal injuries was also him! Was nobody going to acknowledge that?!
Lu Qing glanced at him indifferently, then pulled Qin Miaomiao into his arms, enunciating each word clearly:
"She’s my wife. Remember, call her Aunt from now on. Got it?"
Rong Lan, hearing this, slowly stood up, his expression turning calm despite his heavy breathing. Still, his next statement came out firmly:
"If I hadn’t left the country, she would’ve been my wife."
Lu Qing’s face darkened sharply. He lifted his foot and, unexpectedly, kicked toward him! Just then, someone suddenly lunged forward, intercepting the blow!
Rong Lan hurriedly helped him up. Han San was his bodyguard, always by his side. Truly loyal this time, he had literally taken a hit for his master.
Han Shu was also there, his expression shifting slightly at the scene but keeping his distance as Little Second and Little Sixth quietly whispered to each other:
"That Han San is Han Shu’s half-brother, same father, different mother. They didn’t grow up together. I’d say Young Master Lu kicked him pretty hard."
"If that kick had actually landed on Rong Lan, he’d probably have internal injuries by now."
"But the guy had it coming, talking like that. Young Madam is Young Master Lu’s sore spot, and Rong Lan basically pulled off a first by daring to talk that way."
"Young Master Lu already showed mercy earlier. Otherwise, Rong Lan would’ve been in the hospital by now."
Lu Qing gazed coldly at him and said in a low voice:
"Rong Lan, if you don’t want to die, then don’t covet Miao Miao."
Instead of backing down, Rong Lan chuckled. "But what can I do? The more you act , the more I want her."