"Aiya, little cutie, my dear cousin actually called me shameless! Look at him, how narrow-minded he is."
Rong Lan added fuel to the fire: "Little cutie, my cousin’s temper is so bad that several girlfriends couldn’t stand it and left him."
Lu Qing pressed one hand on his shoulder, his voice icy cold:
"When did I ever have several girlfriends?"
"Eh? That little model Bai Wei, and then Lin Xiaoxiao—dear cousin is so dashing and charming, he’s captivated countless young women. Many little starlets have thrown themselves at you, wanting to cling to your coattails. Men, you know, it’s understandable to succumb to temptation."
Just as his voice trailed off, his shoulder let out a cracking sound as if about to break!
He swiftly grabbed Lu Qing’s wrist in return! His gaze turned colder, as if warning—press his shoulder blade? Careful, he might crush his wrist instead!
At that moment, Qin Miaomiao chimed in coolly:
"Rong Lan, if I recall correctly, the mailbox was stuffed full with love letters to you back then. You changed girlfriends as quickly as changing clothes."
Rong Lan’s expression froze—tsk tsk tsk, her memory of his embarrassing history was this clear?! Wasn’t he already reformed now?
Lu Qing, thoroughly enjoying the way Qin Miaomiao came to his defense, grinned and said:
"My wife truly has the sharpest eyes."
Qin Miaomiao smiled slyly, though her gaze carried no warmth: "Young Master Lu, when you have some time, why don’t you tell me the stories of Bai Wei and Lin Xiaoxiao? I’m quite curious how they clung to your coattails and climbed up step by step."
She wasn’t sure about the others, but she certainly hadn’t forgotten Bai Wei, that little model. Back then, she’d been riding high and even dared to flaunt herself in front of her.
Although Lu Qing had stood up for her and solidified her position as Mrs. Lu, she still hasn’t forgotten that woman.
As for Lin Xiaoxiao, the memory of that scene at the airport remains vivid. She’d heard that Lin Xiaoxiao had quickly risen to first-tier status and skyrocketed to fame in a short amount of time. There were even rumors that her close ties to Lu Qing played no small part in it. Since Rong Lan had brought this up, the account had to be settled properly.
Rong Lan held back his laughter, gleeful—well, dear cousin, let’s see how you wriggle out of this one!
Lu Qing’s grip on his shoulder tightened further, almost crushing it. Rong Lan was on the verge of choking up blood, trying to catch hold of Lu Qing’s wrist again, only to end up restrained!
In the realm of physical strength, there was no getting past this relentless freak!
Lu Qing turned his head and explained to Qin Miaomiao:
"I have absolutely nothing to do with those women."
Rong Lan: "Nothing to do with them, yet there are still rumors? There’s no smoke without fire!"
"Lin Xiaoxiao is the daughter of an old family friend."
Rong Lan: "As far as I know, Lin Xiaoxiao has always had quite the interest in you, cousin."
Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Qing delivered a firm slap to his head, then instructed the driver to stop the car—promptly tossing him out. To think that a renowned genius actor was kicked out of the car—tsk tsk, an absolute disgrace!
Rong Lan brushed off his nose as he got back on his feet, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous smile that turned heads on the street. Ah, dear cousin, you’ll need to explain this thoroughly. Even if he can’t win in other ways, annoying people is certainly his strong suit!
In the car, aside from the driver, Old Wang, only Lu Qing and Qin Miaomiao remained.
Qin Miaomiao crossed her arms over her chest, her face full of irritation as she glared at him. Lu Qing, uncharacteristically troubled, reached out to ruffle her hair:
She pulled his hand down forcefully: "Jealous? Ha, as if I’d dare—Young Master Lu is surrounded by beauties galore; I couldn’t possibly keep up."
"There’s no such thing as beauties galore. There has only ever been you."
Qin Miaomiao pouted: "I don’t believe you!"