Joanna snickered, a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes:
"Brother, you seem to have forgotten, who I used to be. Do you think, if it really comes to a fight, you can beat me?"
The old Joanna? George’s face gradually darkened. She was referring to her second personality, not only violent and antisocial but also uncontrollable. He thought it had been resolved under the guidance of a therapist, but unexpectedly, she had just been pretending all along!
"What do you want to do?"
Joanna stroked her injured hand as if caressing a lover, a hint of bloodlust in her eyes:
"I want to become the head of the Mafia in Paris."
On the plane, Qin Miaomiao was flipping through a magazine, glancing at him. It seemed he was angry, could it be that he was jealous of Joanna?
Logically, he shouldn’t be. It’s just a woman, what’s he jealous about?
He was reading a book, and from this angle, he looked noble, charming, handsome!
She tentatively spoke:
Lu Qing lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, his sharp gaze making her swallow her words, taking a while to find her voice:
"I... I wanted to ask if your business was finished?"
He had made a deal with George worth tens of billions and helped George gain absolute control over the Mafia in Paris. Unfortunately, Ouyang Yan wasn’t completely dealt with. They didn’t find any wreckage at the explosion site, which meant he wasn’t dead. As long as he wasn’t dead, this matter wouldn’t be over.
Qin Miaomiao leaned towards him, snatched his book away and cupped his face towards her:
"Tell me, are you angry?"
Lu Qing looked at her vibrant and lively face, replying in a calm voice:
"Being angry is useless. You always don’t know how to protect yourself."
She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "Honey, a lot of things are unavoidable, so we just have to counter soldiers with arms, and water with an earth weir."
Most of the time, it’s not that she looks for trouble, but rather trouble finds her.
"Following me, any regrets?"
He asked with a glint in his eyes, as he looked at Qin Miaomiao who smiled and said:
"Do you think marrying you, do I have any regrets?"
Lu Qing laughed. She was truly the one he loved. A lot of things didn’t need to be said, the two were already in sync.
"I’ve heard you’re quite skilled at gambling?"
Qin Miaomiao smiled confidently, taking a deck of cards from her pocket, shuffling them in various ways, and looked at him provocatively:
"Wanna go for a round?"
Lu Qing half-closed his eyes, pinched her chin: "If I win, we go for a round."
His idea of ’going for a round’ and her idea were completely two different concepts!
Qin Miaomiao cursed under her breath, snickering:
"I go down, you go up, you choose the position."
Pfft... What’s the difference?
"No way, I want a massage, I want you to be my servant, serving me in every way."
Lu Qing’s lips curled up: "So you like role-play? Fine, as you wish."
Before Qin Miaomiao could understand the meaning of his words, the gambling game had already started.
Qin Miaomiao was baffled, why were her cards so bad? What happened to being a prodigy? Are you kidding me?
Until the tenth round, the cards she picked got progressively worse, beyond the remedy of skill.
Qin Miaomiao’s eyes were red with defeat: "You’re cheating!"
Lu Qing put on an innocent face: "Your cards are just too bad, nothing I can do."
"Then let’s throw dice, compare sizes, I just won’t believe it!"
She was definitely an expert in this area, yet even experts have slips, every time, he only beat her by a small margin, just a tiny bit, firmly pressing her down!
Qin Miaomiao was so angry that the dice were about to be crushed in her hand!
Lu Qing leisurely unbuttoned his collar, his gaze dark, his Adam’s apple moved:
"Now, wanna go for a round?"