Jin Jing: I feel like I’ve been hit hard. This bag of dog food, I refuse to eat!
Little Sixth: Young Master Lu, you’re so mighty and domineering!
Little Seventh: Young Master Lu, you’re so mighty and domineering!
Little Second: Young Master Lu, you’re so mighty and domineering!
Little Fifth: Young Master Lu, you’re so mighty and domineering!
Ninth Uncle: Little Jin’er, come back home.
Ninth Uncle, I’ve been wronged! It was that kid Lu Qing who started it!
Joanna... threw away her phone, ripped off the bandage on her arm, her face full of fury. George quickly pinned her down:
"I’m going to take that man down!"
George began to sweat profusely. As long as the second personality didn’t come out and cause trouble, everything else could still be worked out.
"Calm down, you need to calm down!"
Qin Miaomiao stared at a photo of her bare face, one she hadn’t edited or beautified, looking so hideous it couldn’t be borne, her expression dull and her face twisted. It was truly horrendous beyond words!
What made her feel even more unfair was that Lu Qing, even without any editing or beautification, was still outrageously handsome. It wasn’t fair!
"This photo makes me look ugly!"
"It’s good—it reminds you that you’re so ugly. Besides me, no one else would want you."
Qin Miaomiao bit him in a fit of anger: "Say I’m ugly one more time and see what happens!"
Lu Qing ruffled her hair. "You’re not ugly, just a little plain. Don’t worry, your husband loves you."
Love your sister! Let me tell you, if this keeps up, you’ll definitely lose me!
Mid-Autumn Festival arrived. Qin Miaomiao had agreed to spend the festival with Ninth Uncle, but before that, she also had to make a trip to the Lu Family’s old house to accompany Old Sir Lu. Of course, Fang Li and Lu Lu would also be there. As for her mother-in-law and sister-in-law, she had always been indifferent to them. On normal days, she avoided dealing with them whenever possible.
As for trying to curry favor—hah, that thought had never crossed her mind.
But this time, Fang Li actually brought Lin Han along.
Lin Han was dressed demurely and elegantly, and she came bearing a gift of Changbai Mountain Ginseng for Old Sir Lu.
"Dad, Little Han’s parents are abroad, so she came over to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with us. I hope you don’t mind."
Although Old Sir Lu’s health wasn’t great, his mind was exceptionally clear. This daughter-in-law of his had always been a bit clueless, but his worthless son had abandoned the entire family in pursuit of so-called true love and hadn’t been seen since. If not for his obedient grandson, the Lu Family might have already fallen apart.
It seemed, however, that all the Lu Family’s brilliance was concentrated in Lu Qing alone. Among the others, hardly anyone could see things clearly.
Bringing another young woman to the old house during Mid-Autumn Festival—wasn’t this deliberately making things difficult for his granddaughter-in-law?
Lin Han had been feeling frustrated recently. Although she had joined the Lu Group, she rarely even had the chance to see Lu Qing!
Let alone having time to build a connection over time. Even so, winning over Fang Li and Lu Lu was a significant advantage for her. That woman couldn’t even handle basic mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relations, yet she still dreamed of securing her spot as Young Madam Lu? Utterly delusional!
Little Second, Little Fifth, Little Sixth, and Little Seventh stood in the courtyard, exchanging looks with one another:
Another one aiming for Young Master Lu. Should we bet on how the Young Madam’s going to deal with this?
Bet! I’m putting down fifty cents—she’ll use force.
I’ll put down one yuan—she’ll assert her territory.
I bet one yuan fifty—she’ll completely ignore it.
I’m betting a hundred yuan—Young Master Lu will step in and handle it, borrowing someone else’s knife!
Little Second, Little Fifth, and Little Sixth glanced at Little Seventh, clicking their tongues. Who would have thought, kid—you’ve got real insight!
At lunchtime, Old Sir Lu sat at the head of the table. Qin Miaomiao sat to his right, and Lu Qing to his left. Fang Li had specifically arranged for Lin Han to sit beside Lu Qing.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Han naturally didn’t miss her chance to curry favor. She picked up a piece of braised pork rib and placed it onto his plate.
"Young Master Lu, I made this. Try it."
Fang Li chimed in, "Little Han is exceptionally good at cooking. Whoever marries her will truly have a blessed life."
Old Sir Lu’s expression grew dark, and he glanced at Qin Miaomiao. She smiled and placed a piece of meat onto Old Sir Lu’s plate.
"Grandpa, you should eat more too."
Lin Han shot her a provocative look. Couldn’t she see that her mother-in-law was already on her side?
As long as Lu Qing accepted her goodwill, her chances would grow significantly.
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, set down his chopsticks, and said indifferently:
"Housekeeper, bring me a fresh pair of cutlery. I find these ones dirty."