"I said I took him..."
"Alright, alright, I get it. Spare me the R-rated details. So, what do you plan to do?"
Jiaojiao propped her chin in her hand, looking thoroughly exasperated:
"He said he wants to be responsible, marry me, and even take me home to meet his parents! Meet his parents for what? I’m only 25, my prime years are just beginning—I’ve got so many cute guys and gals waiting for me. Hang myself on one tree? Impossible!"
Qin Miaomiao clicked her tongue twice: "So, you plan to start messy and leave messier?"
"Exactly!—wait, ugh, that makes me sound so scummy. I’m a first timer, okay? I’m the one losing here; he’s the one taking advantage of me!"
Just then, a fully armed woman walked in through the door. Her mask, oversized black shades, and hat covered everything—it was like she came ready for combat!
She glanced around nervously before taking off her glasses.
Lin Xiaoxiao was stunningly beautiful, with an enviable figure and movie-star features. She had a cool, aloof vibe. After recent events, Qin Miaomiao even felt somewhat impressed by her.
"About last time, I wanted to explain. I didn’t betray you, I..."
Qin Miaomiao cut her off: "I know, you nearly put yourself on the line—that was lucky, thanks to Song Li."
At the mention of Song Li, Lin Xiaoxiao’s face instantly flushed red, and Qin Miaomiao’s heart sank:
"No, no, no! We have no relationship whatsoever! Absolutely none!"
Hey, hey, hey—this behavior screams "he’s here somewhere"! That’s her idol, her dream man...
Thinking about it, the two of them actually looked good together. But still! It irked her—it totally irked her!
Idols might date, idols might get married, idols might...
She couldn’t help but take a big gulp of bitter coffee to suppress the acidity in her heart. Calm down. She had to stay calm. All idols were anyway.
Jiaojiao grinned mischievously:
"Seems like there is something between you two?"
Lin Xiaoxiao’s face was now impossibly red—her cool persona was on the brink of collapse, as she kept shaking her head.
"No, no, no. The person I like isn’t him."
Qin Miaomiao frowned slightly and snorted:
"What’s wrong with Song Li? Why don’t you like him? He’s handsome, talented, adventurous, conquers extreme challenges, enjoys life, has high IQ and EQ, is gentle and attentive, has a great body—what more could you want?"
Jiaojiao, Lin Xiaoxiao, and Ou Beichen all silently stared at her. It seemed... Miaomiao’s reaction was a tad excessive.
Jiaojiao said faintly: "Miaomiao, if Young Master Lu were to hear what you just said, you’d be in for it."
Qin Miaomiao straightened up, her face full of righteousness: "Song Li is my idol! I’ll fiercely defend my idol!"
"I thought you didn’t follow idols?"
Qin Miaomiao sneered: "How could ordinary celebrities compare to my idol?"
"Come on, I’m at least a celebrity, and Xiaoxiao is a major star. Do you have to diss us like that?"
Lin Xiaoxiao chuckled: "You guys are adorable. Oh, Miaomiao, while it’s true I have liked Lu Qing, I’ve decided not to interfere between you two anymore. Over the years, he has helped me enter the entertainment industry. Instead of ruining things out of personal feelings, I should be grateful."
Jiaojiao clicked her tongue twice: "You actually like that big demon?"
"Jiaojiao, that’s too much! My husband is dashing, charming, and wholly devoted—how could he be a demon?"
"Someone’s been overly protected. You don’t know Young Master Lu has a reputation as the ’tyrant’, huh? Your pampered royal consort days won’t last forever. You have no idea how much we who’ve suffered under the tyrant envy you!"