He chuckled, "It hurts. Wife, kiss me and it won’t hurt anymore."
Qin Miaomiao gave him a quick peck, "Wishful thinking! This matter isn’t over yet. From now on, if you go abroad for work, you must take me with you! I never want to experience this kind of feeling again in my life."
"That’s not good. Some things can be dangerous. If I can’t protect you properly, you..."
Qin Miaomiao interrupted him directly, "Danger? So what? Your life belongs to me. Whoever dares to scheme against you is picking a fight with me. Don’t you dare treat me like an ordinary woman!"
Lu Qing couldn’t help but laugh as he ruffled her hair, "An ordinary woman wouldn’t be like you, tying a bomb to herself to negotiate terms."
His expression suddenly darkened. He flipped her over in one swift motion and delivered a smack to her butt!
"Using such a foolish method to threaten others, even putting yourself in danger! Are you stupid?"
Qin Miaomiao was suddenly dumbfounded. Moments ago, she was full of bravado, exuding the aura of an unstoppable warrior. Now, her energy deflated in an instant, leaving her aggrieved:
"I came to save you, and you hit me!"
"The method was too foolish."
"Hurting the enemy a thousand, but losing eight hundred yourself—totally not worth it."
"Little sixth and Little seventh didn’t stop you? Have their IQs dropped as low as yours too?"
She gritted her teeth and said through clenched jaws:
"Are you calling me stupid?"
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow, "Not just stupid, but silly. You need more training."
Oh my god, she had come intending to settle scores with him. Why had it ended up as him scolding her?
Could it be that for the rest of her life, she’s destined to be under his thumb? Absolutely not. She must make him kneel and call her Queen, submitting under her skirt! Hmph!
(And one day, she did achieve her wish. Too bad... it was on the bed.)
When the two of them came out, an hour had already passed. Mr. Jiu had already gone through three teapots, and he gave Qin Miaomiao an up-and-down glance before speaking in a calm tone:
"Little Jin’er, it’s time for me to return to China."
"Ninth Uncle, are you leaving so soon? France is pretty fun. How about staying a few days longer?"
Ninth Uncle shook his head, "It seems you’re unwilling to leave with me. Stay here and enjoy yourself. As for anyone else, no need for them to come—they’re just an eyesore."
Lu Qing chuckled blandly, "Ninth Uncle, I’ll be dropping by often as well."
Ninth Uncle disdainfully snorted, "Then let’s see whether your thick skin can withstand some blows."
After finishing, he stood up gracefully. Qin Miaomiao quickly walked to his side and tugged on his sleeve:
"Ninth Uncle, I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess and making you come here for nothing."
Ninth Uncle ruffled her soft hair, his refined and handsome face showing a trace of affectionate smile:
"If you keep acting so distant, don’t call me Ninth Uncle anymore. If you feel guilty, come stay at Liyuan for a few days after you’re back in China. The osmanthus tree outside your room’s window should be in bloom—it smells lovely."
"Alright, I’ll visit you as soon as I return to China."
Lu Qing’s face darkened considerably.
Mr. Jiu shot a casual glance at Lu Qing, finding him increasingly displeasing to the eye—but the palm print on Lu Qing’s left cheek was quite nice.
He purposefully praised him, "Brat, the palm mark on your cheek looks dashing. If it were symmetrical, it’d be even more striking."
Lu Qing’s face grew even darker.
Damn old man, hurry up and leave! You’re ruining my romance with Miaomiao!
Mr. Jiu let out a low chuckle, "Brat, don’t forget—Little Jin’er needs to come home after returning to China. I’ve reserved her for Mid-Autumn Festival."
Lu Qing’s face was now as dark as it could get.
Damn old man, dream on!
Haha, let’s see about that.