"Lu... Young Master Lu, you can’t do this. Yes, you’re powerful, but don’t forget I have the Wang Family behind me."
Lin Jiadong was cornered, so he played his trump card—Wang Family. One of the four great families in Yan Jing, a hundred-year-old legacy, deeply rooted. Even those from the collateral branches of the Wang Family could practically walk sideways with little opposition.
Lin Jiadong thought in his heart that Lu Qing might show some hesitation, but to his surprise, Lu Qing merely curled his lips:
"Han Shu, what are you waiting for? Take him away."
Han Shu hesitated slightly and leaned forward to say, "Young Master Lu, the Wang Family..."
"Don’t make me repeat myself."
It seemed the Lin Family was doomed to disappear from Yan Jing. Young Master Lu’s fury was unstoppable. Although the Wang Family had deep foundations, its internal divisions had long fractured it. Despite the reputation of being a hundred-year-old family, if it truly came to a confrontation, they might not even be able to touch Young Master Lu.
Lin Jiadong’s face turned ashen. No, he needed to beg his sister for help. He couldn’t just admit defeat . No matter how fearless Lu Qing was, there were surely people who could rein him in!
Not long after he was taken away, the doors to the operating room creaked open.
Qin Miaomiao was wheeled out, the wound on her arm had been stitched up. Because of the anesthetic, she had already passed out and was transferred to a private VIP ward.
By the time she woke up, it was already the next day. Morning light seeped in softly, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Lu Qing sitting quietly beside her, gazing at her. His jaw was shadowed with stubble, and he seemed to have stayed up all night. His dark circles were evident. When he saw she was awake, he nervously asked:
"How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?"
Qin Miaomiao stared at him blankly. She tried to reach out with her hand but pulled at her wound in the process, causing her to groan in pain. Lu Qing immediately said:
"What are you trying to do? Let me handle it for you. Just lie still, okay?"
Qin Miaomiao’s lips curled into a faint, pale smile. "I didn’t lose my arm. Don’t be so nervous."
"Eight stitches, the wound tore badly, and there was significant blood loss. And you say it’s not serious?"
"Uh... fine, I guess it’s a bit serious. How’s Jiaojiao? She’s okay, right?"
Lu Qing’s tone turned cold. "You’re hurt this badly, and you still care about others."
Qin Miaomiao softly defended herself, "It’s not that bad, honestly. I already got my revenge. That Lin Han was so ruthless, trying to ruin my face. Instead, I ruined hers. This matter probably isn’t over, but I’m not going to apologize. She deserved it for being so vicious."
Only then did Lu Qing’s expression soften slightly. "Not too dumb, knowing how to fight back. This matter definitely isn’t over."
If anyone dared harm his woman, there was no way they wouldn’t pay the price!
"Hubby, my arm hurts," she said pitifully, coquettishly whining. Lu Qing’s eyelid twitched, and his expression turned slightly icy:
"Did you send Little Seventh away again? What did I tell you before?"
"No! I helped Jiaojiao into the ladies’ room. I couldn’t exactly let him , could I? Who would’ve thought I’d run into that lunatic Lin Han? I thought it’d just be a bit of verbal sparring, maybe a little hair-pulling at worst. But who knew she’d try to slash my face! Women, honestly, are terrifying creatures. Hubby, your face is just too attractive. You keep bringing me these love rivals."
She was subtly flattering him, hoping to calm his anger. She was afraid he might vent it on Little Seventh. Poor Little Seventh—if he got exiled to Africa again, what would happen to her daily meals? Losing such a chef-like figure would make life soulless!
Lu Qing let out a cold laugh, reaching out to grip her chin, his eyes surging with a trace of anger:
"So you’ve learned to change the subject now? Trying to plead for Little Seventh, hmm?"