At one o’clock in the morning, Qin Miaomiao wrapped herself in a bedsheet, decisively rolled off the bed, and declared righteously to Lu Qing:
"You’re overindulgent! I’m running away from home!"
Lu Qing remained unruffled and said coolly, "The door is over there. Wrapped in a bedsheet, in the middle of the night, where are you planning to go?"
"Hah, Jin Jing is at her place."
"What? Jin Jing moved in so fast? Doesn’t Jiaojiao despise him to no end?"
"He pulled a stunt where he got kicked out of his own house, using it as an excuse to stay at hers. He’s only trying to take advantage of the proximity—it’s obvious."
Qin Miaomiao sneered, "Hmph, tactics. My Jiaojiao definitely won’t fall for that kind of trick!"
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow, pulled the bedsheet from her with ease, and said coolly:
"Still planning to run away?"
"Lu Qing, don’t go too far! I was just at Ou Bei Yao’s place treating his brother, and I made 1.2 million in private savings. What’s with the raging jealousy?"
Lu Qing yanked her toward him. His hands looped around her waist, and he bit lightly on her shoulder:
"1.2 million in private savings, huh? Mrs. Lu, impressive. You even know how to stash private money now."
Damn, caught in the act!
"So what if I stashed private money?"
"Why not use my black card? Even if you wanted to buy an entire street, it wouldn’t be a problem. Why bother hiding private savings?"
Ugh... That sounded so reasonable, she was left speechless.
"Keep talking. Ou Bei Yao’s figure—how exactly is it all narrow waist, pert rear, and chiseled muscles?"
Tsk tsk tsk, she had just thrown out some random comments, but this man wouldn’t let them go. Qin Miaomiao coughed a few times and said:
"Hubby, can you stop being so jealous? I was just spouting nonsense. Besides, Ou Bei Yao got thoroughly screwed over by me; he’s probably swearing at me like crazy by now."
Lu Qing pinched her cheek. His cold expression softened a little as he said evenly:
"Ou Bei Yao’s identity is complicated. Be careful dealings with him."
"Relax, I know what I’m doing. Even if I were dealing with Ouyang Yan, I could get out unscathed. I’m not some delicate flower."
Lu Qing’s fingers stroked her cheek, the touch was exceptionally smooth.
His little wife wasn’t someone you could easily control, and precisely because of that, she felt uniquely vibrant and entertaining. Even Little Sixth and Little Seventh, who guarded her, were influenced by her.
This warm presence—how many people dreamed of claiming it?
"Give you an inch, you want to take a mile, huh? Get down!"
"What are you planning to do?"
Lu Qing snorted coldly. "What do you think?"
"No domestic violence!"
Qin Miaomiao instinctively covered her backside. She’s a grown woman—if word gets out that she got spanked, wouldn’t she lose all dignity?
What sort of authority would she have left in front of Little Second, Little Sixth, and Little Seventh?
"Hah, like I’d ever be willing to lay a hand on you. Don’t want to get down? Very well, then you come up."
"No way! Hey, Lu Qing, if you dare to act recklessly again, I’ll really chop you up!"
Lu Qing laughed mockingly. "Where does all this feistiness come from? Threatening to chop someone every chance you get."
"Don’t like it? Say ’no,’ I dare you."
Qin Miaomiao flipped herself over and pinned him beneath her, looking particularly fierce. Lu Qing’s lips curved slightly as he looked at her:
"What’s this? Trying to seize power?"
Qin Miaomiao grinned wickedly. "After all this time, you can’t keep up anymore, huh?"
Lu Qing’s gaze darkened. "So, Mrs. Lu, want to test again whether I can or can’t keep up?"