Sending him off to South America or whatever—of course that was a joke. But squeezing every drop out of him? That’s still happening.
This guy didn’t know when to ease up, and her neck ended up killing her. As for Lu Qing, naturally, she was keeping a grudge!
Even if he wanted her to understand his point, there was no need to go so hard. Angry! She was so angry!
This debt? It’s definitely getting settled.
So, when Lu Qing got home and wanted to snuggle up with Qin Miaomiao, he quickly discovered there was an uninvited guest in his house!
"Honey, this is Ou Beichen, Ou Bei Yao’s younger brother. He’ll be staying with us for a few days."
Lu Qing glanced at the silver-haired, strikingly handsome teenager quietly sitting on the sofa, and his expression instantly turned ice-cold!
He was just about to grab and toss the kid out, but Qin Miaomiao stopped him, pulling him aside and whispering:
"He’s autistic and has problems with aggression. As his psychologist, I need to help him."
Lu Qing shot her a sideways glance and sneered:
"Since when did you become a psychologist?"
"Ten thousand bucks a minute, okay? Didn’t I make one point two million last time? Ou Bei Yao dropped him here, transferred five million to me, and asked me to look after him for a few days."
Lu Qing scoffed: "You sold yourself out as someone else’s nanny for five million?"
"Hey, hey, hey, what nanny? I’m a psychologist! Besides, this kid’s kind of attached to me. He’s been here a whole day, and hasn’t made a peep—super obedient. Both his parents are gone, and he dealt with too much trauma as a kid, which caused his current condition. Ou Bei Yao had something urgent to handle, and was worried about leaving him alone, so he sent him over to me."
Lu Qing ruffled the top of her head with a roughness that almost turned it into a mess of loose threads!
"Miao Miao, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"
Qin Miaomiao gave him a look of pure innocence: "How could I be? This is all your fault—you said it yourself, I’ve always been overly empathetic. So just treat it like we have one more person at home, okay?"
Lu Qing gritted his teeth, glared at her, and sat down beside Ou Beichen. He prepared a spread of fruit and snacks for the boy and even started watching a movie together.
"Xiao Chen, let’s watch a horror film together."
Ou Beichen edged tightly against her. The movie was Western, with some gruesome scenes—not too terrifying, but tense enough. Ou Beichen seemed nervous, clinging tightly to the hem of her shirt.
Qin Miaomiao fetched a blanket and spread it over the two of them, making them look perfectly cozy together.
The more Lu Qing watched, the more irritating Ou Beichen became. A boy of fourteen or fifteen—not quite grown, but not entirely a child either—using that innocent face to lower women’s guard.
Especially since he had that so-called autism!
Lu Qing stomped over aggressively, intending to sit between them. Ou Beichen shrank away, trembling violently. Qin Miaomiao immediately scooted closer to Ou Beichen, and with righteous indignation, said:
"Don’t sit here! Xiao Chen will get scared."
Lu Qing was exasperated as he shot Ou Beichen a cold glare but grudgingly sat off to the side.
"Xiao Chen, try these chips—they taste great."
"Xiao Chen, how about an apple?"
"Xiao Chen, if you’re scared, just grab my arm, okay? Be good."
Lu Qing finally lost it, bursting out: "Qin Miaomiao!"
"Don’t you have hands?"
Lu Qing smirked coldly: "I want you to feed me."
"Oh, wow. Are you for real? A grown-up man fighting for attention with a kid? Don’t you feel embarrassed?"