Lu Qing, being a highly intelligent person, saw through her thoughts in an instant. It seems like, someone has misunderstood—this is going to be... fun.
As for Qin Miaomiao, at first, she didn’t catch on. But seeing Lu Qing’s faintly smiling expression, she quickly pieced it together.
This woman, she wouldn’t think Mr. Jiu is going to include her in the family registry, would she?
Now this is awkward. She couldn’t outright call her out, so holding back her laughter, she addressed her:
"Miss Mo, we meet again."
Mo Wenwan looked her up and down, her expression tinged with arrogance: "I might be a bit busy today, so if I neglect anyone, I hope for your understanding."
Qin Miaomiao smiled warmly: "Understand, absolutely understand. Miss Mo, you’ve worked hard."
Mo Wenwan secretly rolled her eyes at her. Does she think sucking up now will work? Too late!
A poor, broke, insignificant woman—if it weren’t for Lu Qing, she wouldn’t even matter!
Brother Qing is only temporarily bewitched by her; we’ll see how long she can remain smug.
At that moment, the butler walked over and respectfully addressed her:
"Miss, Mr. Jiu requests your presence."
Mo Wenwan glanced at Qin Miaomiao and added a dash of smugness to her expression: "Butler, what does Mr. Jiu want with me?"
The butler hesitated for a moment before responding: "Apologies, Miss Mo, Mr. Jiu is requesting Miss Qin, Miss Qin Miaomiao."
What he said was already abundantly clear—Qin Miaomiao was the one being referred to as Miss, while Mo Wenwan was merely an outsider. If Mo Wenwan were smart, she would pick up on the implication, excuse herself now, and avoid further embarrassment.
Unfortunately, Mo Wenwan, filled with misplaced confidence, internally cursed the elderly butler for being senile, thinking he had mistaken the woman for the rightful "Miss."
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"Excuse me, I’ll leave you for now."
Lu Qing accompanied Qin Miaomiao to meet Mr. Jiu. On their way, her smile finally broke through. She looped her arm through Lu Qing’s and whispered:
"Honey, I’m starting to feel a little guilty."
"When Ninth Uncle announces the truth, that Miss Mo is likely going to be very disappointed. After all, she already thinks she’s the lady of the house."
Lu Qing raised a brow, nonchalant: "People should have self-awareness."
Qin Miaomiao shot him a side glance: "I’ve noticed that Miss Mo treats you quite differently. Do you two have a history?"
He pinched her nose lightly, denying outright: "None whatsoever."
"Alright, I’ll believe you. But if I catch you slipping, Lu Qing, you’re done for!"
They arrived at the study. Ninth Uncle was drinking tea. Aside from him, the room was filled with numerous elders; Lu Qing’s gaze darkened slightly—these were all highly influential family heads in Yan Jing.
The heads of the four major families were all present! When the elder from the Wang Family saw Lu Qing, his expression turned slightly strange.
After all, he had promised to back up his young wife but couldn’t do anything to Lu Qing, leaving him embarrassed.
The Tang, Ming, and Wang family heads also exchanged thoughtful glances upon seeing Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing together.
Wasn’t it supposed to be Mo Wenwan who was Mr. Jiu’s goddaughter and set to be included in the Su Family’s registry? How did this girl end up here, and with Lu Qing no less?
Lu Qing’s reputation in Yan Jing had risen to legendary levels in recent years—as the rising star, he was not one to underestimate!
Qin Miaomiao took in the scene, her expression becoming noticeably more serious, and respectfully greeted: "Ninth Uncle."
Mr. Jiu took a sip of Pu’er tea, then placed the cup down and spoke in an even tone: "Little Jin’er, my adopted daughter, make sure to greet these uncles here. Once you’re added to the Su Family registry, they will surely look out for you."
The Tang, Ming, and Wang family heads found themselves quite surprised. It wasn’t Mo Wenwan?! It was this young girl?