The movie ended, but Qin Miaomiao remained seated, unmoving, her face exceptionally red. She had no idea what happened in the latter half of the movie—Lu Qing didn’t even give her the chance to watch!
Throughout the entire movie, she couldn’t count how many times they kissed. All she knew was that now her lips were red and swollen.
Meanwhile, Lu Qing looked completely... unsatisfied!
There was something thrilling about being among the crowd in the dark—it was kind of exciting—but it had clearly left him frustrated.
As for Little Sixth, he had been fed so much "dog food" he was close to bursting. Should he ask Little Third, Little Fourth, or Little Fifth to trade shifts with him?
Otherwise, if one day he died from overeating "dog food," wouldn’t that be just too unjust?
"Little Sixth, prepare the car."
"Yes, Young Master Lu."
"Heading straight back? I’m starving! Let’s go grab a feast."
"What do you feel like eating? Western cuisine?"
"Nope, I want fish hotpot! Let’s do lamb hotpot instead. Oh, and it’s almost Mid-Autumn Festival—we should eat crabs. The fat, juicy ones are the best."
"Little Sixth, arrange for the best chefs. Before we’re home, make sure everything is prepared."
Little Sixth: ...Young Madam’s preferences are truly unique.
He quickly issued the instructions, knowing that with Young Master Lu’s level of pickiness, everything needed to be top-notch and completely authentic!
While in the car, Qin Miaomiao lay on Lu Qing’s lap, half-asleep, as the vehicle sped smoothly down the road.
Qin Miaomiao had become increasingly casual with Lu Qing. On a normal day, he was like a big cat—easy to deal with as long as you stroked him the right way.
But occasionally, when she upset him, he’d transform into a wolf—hard to pacify. Still, his temper with her was always extraordinarily gentle. So, naturally, she just sprawled herself across his lap.
"Honey, I’m thirsty."
He twisted the cap off a bottle of mineral water and brought it to her lips. After she finished drinking, he even used a tissue to gently wipe her mouth.
"Honey, my shoulders are sore."
His hand landed on her shoulder, massaging lightly. She nearly let out a satisfied moan, so relaxed she could melt.
Driving the car, Little Sixth was doing his best to suppress the internal scream in his heart. He hadn’t seen anything, didn’t see anything, nope—he saw nothing!
Young Master Lu, how have you been reduced to this by a woman?
What happened to your legendary boldness and dominance? What happened to ruling the world?
Once upon a time, you were a storm on the horizon, casually throwing people to feed sharks. Now...
He silently saluted Qin Miaomiao in his heart! The woman of a true boss is terrifying. He’d better tread even more carefully from now on.
When they got home, everything was promptly prepared. Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing took their seats. The dining table was grand, adorned with her favorite white roses and lit with two candles.
Off to the side was a professional violin ensemble, and as the two raised their chopsticks, they happily began dipping slices of hotpot lamb.
Everything felt slightly bizarre, yet filled with a cozy domestic air. Little Sixth, breathing in the aroma of the lamb, was practically drooling.
Watching those slices of lamb—dip them twice, coat them in sesame sauce, and it’s mouthwateringly ready to eat. Then there’s the ox tripe, quick boiling, and it turns perfectly tender. Add shrimp balls, beef slices...
Little Sixth’s mouth was watering non-stop, swallowing again and again.
He had such a miserable day. As a single man, he’d been bombarded with "dog food" repeatedly, and now they were tormenting him with mouthwatering food.
Was there no justice left in the world?
The atmosphere brimmed with cozy domesticity. After eating several mouthfuls of lamb, Qin Miaomiao finally said:
"Honey, violins don’t really go with hotpot. Just have them clear everything out. Also, Little Sixth has worked hard—let him sit down and eat too."
Little Sixth nearly sobbed on the spot. Young Madam, you’re practically family!
"Little Sixth, who else is nearby? Call Little Second, Little Third, Little Fourth, and Little Fifth over as well. Oh, and Han Shu. Honey, can I invite Jiaojiao too?"
Lu Qing calmly set down his chopsticks, elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, and then looked at her:
"Anyone but Jiaojiao."
Jiaojiao remained his number one rival in love.