"Hahaha, our Young Master Lu is actually starting to show some humor. Seems must be credited to Sister-in-law."
The man sitting on the sofa stood up and walked toward them. White dress shirt, suit pants, sharp features, defined contours, piercing gaze—when he looked at Qin Miaomiao, her heart skipped a beat. Meng Yan?
Sheng Yan was also someone who often appeared on financial magazines, involved in real estate and finance industries. His immense wealth was astonishing. However, it seemed that he and Lu Qing were competitors. Why did it look like the two of them were getting along quite well?
Meng Yan wrapped an arm around Lu Qing’s shoulder and casually handed him a glass of whiskey. Lu Qing gave Miao Miao a brief introduction and then began speaking with Meng Yan in a low voice. Judging by the sound of it, they were talking business. But... did discussing business need shoulder-to-shoulder bonding?
Jin Jing’s eyes darted mischievously as he leaned over to Qin Miaomiao and whispered:
"Sister-in-law, Meng Er and Little Lu share an incredibly close bond. They’re practically inseparable—like sticky rice and beans. They even sleep in the same bed. Honestly, they’re so close, they might as well wear the same pair of pants."
Qin Miaomiao shot him a sidelong glance. "Are you trying to say these two have something... going on?"
"Sister-in-law, you already know? Meng Er’s never had a girlfriend. His mom is losing her mind and has declared that as long as he fancies a woman, he can marry her immediately. But sadly, Meng Er isn’t interested in women at all. Honestly, I think..."
*Thump!* His head got smacked. An attractive man holding a beer sauntered over and teased:
"You’re talking smack about Meng Er again? If he hears this, he’ll beat you to a pulp. Haven’t you learned your lesson from last time? Sister-in-law, don’t mind him—this guy thrives on nonsense. I can assure you, Meng Er has normal inclinations, and Brother Lu is the same. Their relationship is purely bromantic."
Hey, hey, hey, your explanation makes it sound even worse.
"Yan Lv, you idiot. You smell like smoke everywhere—stay away from me."
Jin Jing glared at him in disgust. Yan Lv, who was taller than Jin Jing, just loved picking on the youngest in the group. Taking the opportunity, Yan Lv wrapped his arm around Jin Jing’s neck, mussing up his hair until it looked like a bird’s nest. Hidden behind his glasses, a faint dark glimmer flashed in Yan Lv’s eyes—then came a sudden *click* sound.
Qin Miaomiao snapped a picture of the two of them and clicked her tongue twice. "You guys are an absolute match—should I Photoshop it for you?"
Jin Jing pulled a face. "No way! I don’t want to be in any photo with him! Sister-in-law, delete that."
"No, no, no, I think you two are a perfect pair, practically destined to be together. It’s obvious you’ve been close since childhood—like pants sharing the same seam."
This time, Jin Jing finally understood—she was clearly avenging herself for him tarnishing Lu Qing’s reputation! Seriously, if they weren’t from the same family, they wouldn’t all share the same shady streak. She and Lu Qing were two peas in a pod when it came to scheming!
Yan Lv eyed Qin Miaomiao with mild intrigue. This little sister-in-law was far more interesting compared to ordinary women.
"Come on, come on, Sister-in-law, have some drinks. Jin Jing has been talking non-stop about you. Now that I get to meet you in person, we’ve got to share a toast."
Qin Miaomiao got dragged over to the sofa. Yan Lv promptly moved the group of girls off to another sofa and handed her a glass of alcohol. She took it, genuinely thirsty, and drank a few sips.
"What kinds of games do you usually play? Dice, Pai Gow, finger guessing games?"
"All of them. Whatever Sister-in-law wants to play, we’ll join you. Hey, Song San, enough with the billiards—get over here and chat."
A sharp *clack* sound was heard—the sound of a ball sinking into the pocket. A man wearing black, looking cool and composed, walked over with a cue stick in hand. Qin Miaomiao took one look at him and felt he looked incredibly familiar!