Lu Lu put on a patronizing expression and said bluntly:
"What happened before, for my brother’s sake, I’ll let it go. I won’t deliberately target you anymore in the future. As for my mom, I can’t talk her into anything—you’ll have to beg for her forgiveness yourself." Chapters first released on novel{f}ire.net
Qin Miaomiao curled her lips into a faint smile and replied:
"Beg for... her forgiveness? You seem to be mistaken about something. I don’t need anyone’s forgiveness. In this household, it’s Lu Qing—my husband—who has the final say."
Lu Lu’s temper flared uncontrollably, and she yelled sternly:
"Qin Miaomiao, don’t push your luck! Do you really think my brother will always dote on you? He’s just infatuated for now. When he moves on to someone else, you’ll be the one crying! My mom and I are his real family. We share his blood—something that no one can sever. And you? What do you have? What makes you so shamelessly arrogant?"
Qin Miaomiao raised her eyelids and gave her a fleeting glance. As if intentionally trying to provoke her, she said flatly:
"Bloodline, huh? To your brother, the closest bloodline... should be his son."
Lu Lu was taken aback, eyes darting to her stomach. "You... you’re pregnant?"
Qin Miaomiao hesitated for a moment. She had only brought this up to spite Lu Lu, but judging by her reaction, it seemed to have landed well.
Lu Lu immediately panicked. After all, what she prided herself on most was being Lu Qing’s sister—a trump card over Qin Miaomiao. Suddenly realizing that Qin Miaomiao was pregnant dealt her a brutal blow.
Her face turned ghostly pale as she stared fixatedly at Qin Miaomiao’s stomach, a hint of murderous intent flickering in her eyes. With a sudden lunge, she slammed into Qin Miaomiao, throwing her to the floor. Lu Lu’s expression was dark as she muttered through gritted teeth:
"Why are you pregnant? Why must you be pregnant? My brother is mine—why are you taking him from me?"
Qin Miaomiao was startled. A sharp pain gripped her stomach, and something warm gushed beneath her. Crap. Based on timing, she should have been getting her period. Her cycle was always punctual, and she’d forgotten to use a pad. Now her pants would definitely be soaked in blood.
Lu Lu saw Qin Miaomiao’s pale complexion and pained expression. Glancing downward, she saw blood starting to seep through, and she froze, stunned.
"Blood... blood... did you miscarry?"
Qin Miaomiao couldn’t react. She suffered from severe menstrual cramps, and the pain was overwhelming. Before she could say anything further—
Ou Beichen appeared to see Qin Miaomiao pinned beneath Lu Lu, blood pooling under her, and her face contorted in agony. Catching Lu Lu’s muttered words about miscarriage, his expression changed dramatically. In that instant, his gaze turned savage as he stormed forward, delivering a brutal kick to Lu Lu’s chest!
The force of the kick was so great that it nearly knocked her unconscious.
Grabbing her by the collar, his voice dropped to a venomous whisper:
"Dare to hurt my sister? You deserve to die!"
His hand clamped around her throat. Slowly, his grip tightened until he lifted her off the ground.
Despite the same familiar youthful face, he seemed like an entirely different person—his aura of violence was enough to terrify anyone.
Lu Lu was utterly terrified. Even in her foolishness, she realized that this man intended to kill her!
Qin Miaomiao struggled to stand, clutching her stomach. Pale-faced, she pleaded:
"Xiao Chen, let her go! You’ll kill her!"
Ou Beichen acted as if he hadn’t heard her. Qin Miaomiao, enduring the pain, tugged at his arm:
"Xiao Chen, she didn’t hurt me. Let her go."
Ou Beichen glanced at her briefly but still wouldn’t release Lu Lu. A little more force, and he could snap her neck entirely. In fact, that was precisely what he intended to do!
Suddenly, a strong force yanked him back—it was Little Seventh who had arrived just in time.
Lu Lu, like a broken doll, was thrown aside, clutching her throat as she coughed violently.
At that moment, Qin Miaomiao felt a warm torrent of blood running down her leg. Dizzy, her vision blurred, and she fainted.
In the conference room during the shareholders’ meeting, everyone sat in tense silence as Lu Qing’s phone rang. His expression remained indifferent as he picked up.
From the other end of the line came Little Seventh’s panicked voice: "Young Master Lu, something’s happened to the Young Madam... she... she’s miscarried!"