"Has Lu Qing received the invitation card?"
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"He was mine to begin with."
"But he’s already married."
Mo Wenwan scoffed, "So what if he’s married? Divorce can solve that. Besides, I still have Mr. Jiu backing me, don’t I?"
At this point, Mo Qian, knowing how to curry favor with his sister, joined in the fun: "That’s right, Sis. After tomorrow night, I guarantee the entire Yan Jing will regard you as a princess. Even I’ll benefit from your light!"
Thinking about that scene, Mo Wenwan felt so excited she nearly trembled. It was her lifelong dream!
She wanted everyone who had ever looked down on her to grovel at her feet! She wanted to ruthlessly slap Qin Miaomiao in the face!
At this moment, Qin Miaomiao felt a bit anxious when she received the invitation card.
"Honey, the invitation card is embossed in gold. The specs make it look rather high-end."
Lu Qing was busy playing games with Ou Beichen, the two secretly locked in a competitive battle. He didn’t dislike the brat too much, but having someone lingering around him was still a bit annoying!
So, taking the chance to crush him in the game seemed quite satisfying.
However... he was the one getting crushed.
"You’re dead." Ou Beichen said seriously, with a touch of smugness on his face.
Lu Qing raised his chin slightly: "Kid, another round?"
Having been ignored for too long, Qin Miaomiao couldn’t take it any longer and threw a pillow: "This is too much! You’ve been playing for three hours already, and you still want to play? Are we sleeping or not? Xiao Chen, go to your room and sleep! Lu Qing, help me pick out an outfit for tomorrow night!"
Ou Beichen behaved very obediently: "Alright. Goodnight, Sis."
However, before leaving, he dropped one last remark: "Sore loser, see you later in King of Glory?"
His voice was low, clearly aimed at Lu Qing as he discreetly showed him an "OK" gesture.
Qin Miaomiao chuckled sarcastically: "Lu Qing! Don’t think I didn’t hear that. Still want to play another round? Competing against a half-grown kid in King of Glory—aren’t you ashamed? You, a multi-billionaire, wasting your time on games. Tell me, aren’t you disgraceful? Games are evil! Delete the game already!"
Lu Qing slowly stood up, pointed at her phone, and said leisurely:
"Delete your Taobao first."
Qin Miaomiao immediately grabbed her phone and clutched it protectively to her chest like a mother guarding her cub: "What are you doing? I’m just shopping!"
"How many items are unpaid in your cart?"
Qin Miaomiao looked a bit guilty: "Just... just a hundred or so. I’m waiting for the Double 11 sale."
Lu Qing scoffed and pulled her close, pinning her under him as he said flatly: "As the wife of a multi-billionaire, you’re still waiting for Double 11 sales to shop online. That’s just unreasonable!"
"No, Taobao is fun, and it’s cheap. I want to be frugal and run the household responsibly, be the perfect wife."
Looking at her vibrant face, Lu Qing suddenly felt a sense of serenity. This kind of warmth was what he had longed for his entire life.
The woman he loved was filled with the charm of everyday life, lively and interesting. Even amidst vast wealth, she maintained this simple joy.
After all, they were just ordinary people.
"You delete Taobao, I’ll delete the game." He offered a deal.
"Then there’s nothing to discuss."
Qin Miaomiao flipped him over and pinned him down instead: "Games rot your soul!"
"Shopping is addictive."
"Four times a week?" She offered seductively.
Lu Qing’s gaze darkened slightly, then he very unprincipledly accepted her terms: "No less than three hours each time?"