"You’re looking to die!"
Rong Lan nonchalantly shook his head:
"People always have something they want to pursue. I lost mine, now I want to make up for it."
Lu Qing sneered at him: "You’re quite the romantic. Why don’t you clear up your own mess first? The Fang Family’s young lady is still waiting for you."
Qin Miaomiao asked suspiciously:
"Who’s the Fang Family’s young lady?"
Rong Lan immediately dismissed the claim: "Fiancée, my ass! Uncle, don’t smear me. That woman is just crazy on her own—I don’t acknowledge it."
"Your family acknowledges it, that’s enough. I heard she’s already moved into your house, just accept it."
The tone carried an obvious hint of schadenfreude. Rong Lan nearly lost it and hurriedly swore loyalty to Qin Miaomiao:
"My dear, trust me, it’s only you. All those flashy cheap women? I don’t even look at them."
Trust you? Fat chance! A man who swaps girlfriends daily suddenly claims to be faithful? She’d sooner believe in ghosts.
Lu Qing’s fingers clenched audibly, his entire aura radiating hostility—he looked terrifying, seemingly about to erupt. Qin Miaomiao quickly embraced him:
"Honey, I’m hungry. Let’s go home and have dinner."
The suffocating tension around Lu Qing instantly dissipated. He stroked her hair: "Good girl, let’s go home."
Rong Lan could only watch helplessly as the two of them left together, leaving him behind!
His originally carefree expression gradually sank, that devilishly charming face now tinged with coldness and cruelty.
"Han San, investigate. Find out when my dear married Lu Qing."
Han San pressed his aching ribs and couldn’t help but advise:
"Young Master Rong, Miss Qin is already married. You might as well..."
"Shut up! What do you know?"
He had clawed his way back from the brink of death, a man who owed nothing to anyone in this lifetime—except to his dear, to whom he owed a debt of gratitude.
Back then, that little girl who always chased after him, letting him bully her, gave him his only warmth in this life. Though silly and clumsy, with a bit of a temper, she truly loved him. Even if now she loved someone else, it didn’t matter. He would win her back!
"But if you do this, you’ll offend Young Master Lu. Your health isn’t good, and the doctor said..."
Rong Lan replied indifferently with a smile, his face becoming all the more devastatingly alluring:
"Snatching someone from Uncle’s hands—isn’t that all the more interesting?"
After leaving the fighting arena, Lu Qing’s face remained tense, the matter of Rong Lan clearly still weighing heavily on him.
Driving all the way home in silence, he said nothing. Once they entered the house, she shut the door behind them, only for her to suddenly be pushed up against it. He gritted his teeth and coldly interrogated:
"Tell me, what’s going on between you and Rong Lan?"
"Uh... Are you sure you want to hear?"
"Ha, I definitely want to hear—every last detail about you and your ex-boyfriend."
Oh my, his tone was so bitter it could rot teeth! And "ex-boyfriend"—he practically spat that out with clenched teeth!
"He is absolutely not my ex-boyfriend! We were really just childhood playmates, that’s all."
"Childhood playmates? Hmm?" His hand tightened on her shoulder, the pain sharp and stinging...
"No, no, no! He was just the boy next door. He looked good when he was a kid, so naturally, I tagged along to play. Later, whenever he switched girlfriends, he’d use me as a cover—we truly had nothing going on! I swear!"
Lu Qing frowned but didn’t say whether he believed her or not. Qin Miaomiao hurried to placate him further:
"I promise, deep down I only have my husband now! The person I like is you!"
"What did you just say?"
Oh boy, she just confessed, out loud!