Su Chengbin and Su Bowen never expected Mr. Jiu to act so directly!
"No, Mr. Jiu, you can’t do this to us! We are the Su Family!"
Mr. Jiu didn’t even bother looking at them, and ordered coldly:
"Old Third, throw these two out. Make sure they cough up all the money they’ve swallowed over the years—don’t spare a single coin!"
The two were dragged off by several other bodyguards. The rest of the Su Family trembled in fear, seeing that Mr. Jiu’s iron fist remained unshaken!
He glanced around at the others and beckoned to Qin Miaomiao. She walked over to him and stood at his side.
Mr. Jiu took her hand and raised it high, his voice deep and authoritative, spreading across all of Liyuan:
"From now on, the heir of the Su Family is her! If anyone dares to object, they will be expelled from the Su Family."
As the guests left one after another, the household servants were tidying up. Qin Miaomiao was so exhausted she was nearly collapsing. She quickly kicked off her heels, her bare feet stepping onto the ground, revealing her swollen and reddened heels.
Lu Qing emerged from Mr. Jiu’s study. The two men had been discussing business—though the matter of the heir had been settled, the subsequent handling still required careful planning.
Being the heir represented authority, but it also came with immense risk.
She was a woman, and too many people’s interests had been impacted. Those Su Family members might fear Mr. Jiu publicly, but they were highly likely to resort to underhanded tricks in the dark. Thus, Mr. Jiu had specifically instructed that more people must be assigned to protect Miaomiao.
As soon as he came out, he saw Qin Miaomiao slouched in a chair, her fair and smooth feet looking incredibly alluring.
Her posture lacked decorum, yet appeared lazy and relaxed. When she saw him come out, a touch of starlight seemed to flash in her eyes.
"Honey, are you done talking with Ninth Uncle?"
"Then I’ll go say goodbye to Ninth Uncle, and we can head home."
"No need, I’ve already spoken to him for you."
Qin Miaomiao eyed him suspiciously: "You didn’t end up fighting, did you? I saw Ninth Uncle get drunk, and you also drank quite a lot."
Lu Qing’s mouth twitched: "No, he’s your godfather after all. I have to show him some respect, right?"
Well, they didn’t physically fight, but he did secretly make him down a few extra drinks. Today, Lu Qing had truly stolen the spotlight, openly and dominantly protecting Miaomiao. And now, with the father-daughter connection established, wouldn’t Miaomiao become even more biased toward that old man?
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became!
With one swift move, he pulled Qin Miaomiao into his arms, leaning close to her ear: "Miaomiao, from now on, you’re not allowed to be nicer to Ninth Uncle than to me."
"He might be able to give you the heir’s position, but I can give you the entire Lu Group!"
Qin Miaomiao caught a whiff of the alcohol on him, her expression full of helplessness. Great, this guy was drunk too, yet how was he still speaking so coherently?
"Alright, I’ll only treat you well, okay?"
"And keep your distance from that Jiaojiao Anna too," he added seriously, his expression oddly adorable.
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"Fine, fine, I’ll stay away. Come on, let me help you. Let’s go home, alright?"
Just as she was about to support him, he suddenly squatted down, grabbed her bare feet, and stared at them intensely.
"Honey, your heels are injured. You can’t walk. Here, climb onto my back, I’ll carry you." Oh, he’s drunk but still knows how to care for his wife, huh.
As he spoke, he patted his back. Qin Miaomiao’s mouth twitched. Drunk, yet still showing tenderness. He wasn’t too far gone, after all.
His face showed no redness, and his mind seemed clear. Most people wouldn’t even realize he was drunk.
Still, she didn’t dare truly let him carry her—what if he fell?
"Honey, hurry, climb on!"
Lu Qing instantly stood up, swept her into his arms, and smirked with a touch of pride:
"If not carrying, holding works too."