Cheng Chong cursed under his breath, directing all his anger toward her. He was well aware that his career had reached its end, and there wouldn’t be any good days ahead for him.
Lin Yilin’s situation was slightly better. Since she wasn’t causing any commotion, Han Shu allowed her to slip away through the back door.
However, after this incident, everyone present at the venue understood one thing—that Mrs. Lu had gained Lu Qing’s recognition.
Qin Miaomiao had no idea what had transpired afterward. Her back ached terribly, and after applying the ointment, it alternated between itching and stinging.
She wanted to scratch it but couldn’t reach the spot no matter what she did. She thought herself quite unlucky.
Dragged along by Lu Qing to play the role of a companion, she had immediately become a target. She hadn’t done anything yet, but she was already injured.
This Mrs. Lu was truly dangerous. Maybe it was better if she withdrew?
Ultimately, blame fell on Lu Qing for attracting trouble wherever he went, making her the scapegoat. She should definitely settle this score with Lu Qing later, at the very least to negotiate some kind of benefit for herself.
With her thoughts tangled in this chaotic mess, she became aware of a sharp pain in the inside of her arm. She removed her jacket, twisting her head to check her right arm.
A shard of glass was embedded in it. Because it was lodged quite deep, Lu Qing hadn’t noticed it earlier when he was helping her treat her wounds.
She gritted her teeth and forcefully pulled the shard out.
Blood immediately began to flow, and the pain was intense.
"Your arm is injured too?"
A low voice suddenly rang out. Qin Miaomiao looked up, startled, to see Lu Qing walking in. His brows were furrowed, and there was a heavy air of hostility about him.
Her heart instinctively recoiled in fear of him, and she quickly shook her head:
"It’s nothing, just a small wound. It’s fine."
Lu Qing, however, acted as though he hadn’t heard a word. He grabbed her hand, noticing the wound—it wasn’t very deep.
Still, blood seeped out visibly, made especially striking against her snow-white skin.
The warmth of his palm was intense, while her arm felt chillingly cold. As he held her hand, the contrast brought with it a strange tingling sensation.
Qin Miaomiao deliberately ignored the feeling, speaking softly:
"I can handle it myself. I..."
Lu Qing looked at her once, his gaze carrying a hint of warning. Qin Miaomiao swallowed her words, silenced by his overbearing demeanor. This man’s presence was so overwhelming that even speaking required careful calculation, let alone defying him.
Fine. She still wanted to live a while longer.
He dipped a cotton swab into iodine and began disinfecting her wound.
The iodine stung, and she hissed in pain. After disinfecting, he applied the ointment directly with his fingers.
His fingertips were slightly rough, and when they brushed against the wound, it not only stung but also sent tiny shocks of tingling through her.
Shocked, Qin Miaomiao reflexively grabbed his hand, her expression a mix of panic:
Yet, as soon as her eyes met his, she felt an overpowering sense of intimidation.
Qin Miaomiao bit down on her lip.
"If Young Master Lu is looking for women, there are plenty outside. I could even offer some recommendations for you."
The air froze as Qin Miaomiao felt the chill in his eyes, sharp and piercing.
His hand trailed softly across her fragile neck, as delicate and pristine as the finest porcelain—yet simultaneously so vulnerable.
With a vague smile, he murmured:
"Mrs. Lu really is generous."