Inside the Lincoln, Lu Qing wore a cold expression, his laptop resting on his lap, fingers flying over the keyboard as if handling business affairs.
Qin Miaomiao toyed with her phone and, when scrolling through her feed, saw that Jin Jing had posted a still of Jiaojiao from a drama. Unable to resist, she liked the post and commented:
"No one can compare to my Jiaojiao—absolutely drop-dead gorgeous! Screen-licking material, mwah mwah!"
She had barely hit send when her phone was suddenly snatched away. Lu Qing sneered. "Your Jiaojiao? Mwah mwah?"
Qin Miaomiao glared at him. "You can’t just grab my phone without asking! Give it back right now!"
Lu Qing’s aura turned icy, a barely contained fury radiating from him as if he might crush the phone in his grip.
"Lu Qing, calm down!"
Lu Qing had never found a woman so irritating before. He deliberately zoomed in on the photo, pointed at it, and scoffed derisively:
"This? Drop-dead gorgeous? Clearly, your taste matches your IQ—it needs some serious improvement."
"Lu Qing, are you jealous right now?"
Lu Qing snorted dismissively, towering over her from his seat. "Me... jealous of her?"
"You’re totally one hundred percent acting jealous right now! And, besides, being jealous of a young girl? Does that even make sense? Let me tell you, my taste is impeccable. Jiaojiao is absolutely going to become famous—super massively famous. Girls like her are in high demand in the market right now."
Tsk tsk tsk, still jealous. Why doesn’t he just go soak in a vat of jealousy already?
Qin Miaomiao glanced at him and decided to switch tactics to calm him down. "Putting that aside, when it comes to true drop-dead gorgeous looks, who in this world can match you? You’re literally Lu Shen, the man who collected millions of fans just for his looks! Do you even know how many people are eagerly waiting for me to post your photos? I’m your most dedicated fangirl, absolutely unwavering!"
Lu Qing, buoyed by her flattery, couldn’t help his lips curling upwards into a smile, though he still replied coolly:
"You really idolize me?"
Qin Miaomiao rolled her eyes. "Do you believe me if I say I feel like ripping your clothes off right now?"
Lu Qing’s gaze instantly darkened. He spoke in a calm voice: "Don’t worry. I’ll give you that opportunity."
And then Qin Miaomiao discovered that opportunity came very, very, very swiftly.
In France’s most beautiful hotel, in the most luxurious presidential suite, on the most... romantic bed, he was watching her as he slowly loosened his tie, his eyes dark and smoldering, his voice low and magnetic:
"Alright, now I’m giving you the chance. Let’s see how you plan to rip my clothes off."
Mamma mia, is it too late for regrets now?
After staying in France for about three days, she returned to the City. However, before leaving, she made the most of exploring France, snapping plenty of photos. Lu Qing accompanied her for two of those days, but on the last day, he was nowhere to be seen.
Little sixth and Little seventh stuck by her side, practically acting like her protectors. They stood out in the crowd, catching the attention of enthusiastic and beautiful girls who couldn’t stop staring at them. Little sixth’s face grew darker and darker, thinking, "I’m not a damned gorilla, why are you staring at me!"
Meanwhile, Little seventh blushed furiously the entire time, and Qin Miaomiao had to restrain herself from teasing him. "Aw, my little kitten, if I don’t keep you out of trouble, you’ll end up being sent to Africa. It’s not easy being me..."
A giddy voice rang out. Before Qin Miaomiao could react, she was swept into a suffocating hug that nearly knocked the wind out of her. She caught a strong whiff of an overpowering, fiery perfume!
Little sixth and Little seventh were dumbfounded, staring at the scene—a perfect picture of deep sisterly affection... except, what nonsense! Joanna had found her way to them and was shamelessly attempting to harass the Young Madam!
Warning signs flashed everywhere—ten-level alert! Should they knock her out or just drag her away?