"Don’t dare, don’t dare."
"From now on, Little Second will stay glued to you, even if you’re going to the bathroom!"
"No, he’s too ugly! It’ll ruin my mood! I want Little Seventh!"
Standing outside the door, Little Second’s whole body trembled. So the Young Madam didn’t like him because he was ugly? What a painful realization.
Lu Qing squinted slightly: "Try saying that one more time."
"I was wrong. Don’t banish him to Africa, alright? Fine, Little Second it is. But, hey, Little Sixth, Little Fifth, and Little Fourth all seem nice, too. How about you pick one for me again?"
Lu Qing’s smile carried a certain slyness: "That’s what you said? Alright, I’ll pick one for you."
Suddenly, it felt very cold. Why did she feel like she was being schemed against?
Lu Qing assigned Little Fourth to her. His appearance... well, it could be described as fair and delicate, with refined features, but he had a habit of holding his fingers like an orchid and his lips were overly red. When he came in, he was holding a pot of soup.
"Oh dear, Young Madam, how could you get up? Lie down quickly! You need to rest properly and recuperate. I prepared chicken soup for you—it’s nourishing! You need to drink plenty of it; look at how thin you’ve become! This chicken soup must be drunk while it’s hot; it’s no good cold!"
Qin Miaomiao was stunned, staring blankly at him. "Uh... I want to—"
"Ah! Young Madam, what is it that you want? Just tell me directly! As your most devoted bodyguard, I’ll ensure your safety no matter what. Whatever it is, just leave it to me, no need to be polite."
A barrage of words hit her like a chain gun, making her head ache: "I said..."
"Young Madam, how could you get up? You’re low on energy; you must stay in bed, rest properly, and recover quietly. Resting quietly means you have to lie down—no exceptions!"
Qin Miaomiao felt as though there were ten thousand flies buzzing around her ears. She stared at him blankly. This man... this man got the job of bodyguard because of his verbal arsenal, didn’t he?
Unable to take it any longer, she said, "Shut up! I want to go to the bathroom! Help me up."
"Certainly, Young Madam, I’ll help you right away! Here are your shoes; you must wear them, don’t go barefoot. It’s freezing cold, and you might catch frostbite. Put your jade-like hand on my shoulder; I’ll assist you to the bathroom."
Qin Miaomiao fought the urge to beat him up, keeping calm—she had to stay calm. Her bladder was under immense pressure; she couldn’t afford a slip-up.
Little Fourth supported her as she moved step by step, each step as measured as if on a timed march. Unable to contain herself, Qin Miaomiao snapped:
"Move aside! I’ll go by myself."
"No, absolutely not! What if you fell? That would be disastrous—for me, especially. As your bodyguard, I’m responsible for all your affairs. Come, follow me step by step. Right, this way. Wait a moment, the toilet seat is a bit dirty. Let me tell you, hospitals are filthy places, full of bacteria. Hold on—let me wipe this toilet seat clean for you."
As he spoke, he brought out some wet wipes, meticulously cleaning the seat until it gleamed like new. Qin Miaomiao clutched her stomach, forcing herself to endure. She couldn’t hit him; her hand hurt. Even though her stomach was killing her, trembling from the strain, she had to endure. Why had she been stupid enough to ask Lu Qing to pick another bodyguard for her?
This was Lu Qing’s punishment! She was wrong—Little Second, I’m sorry! Sure, you’re ugly, but you’re a thousand times better than this guy!
"Alright, Young Madam, you can use it now. I’ll wait outside. But when you wash your hands later, if you find it inconvenient, remember to call me, I..."
Before he finished speaking, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and kicked him out with a single move: "Shut up already!"