When Lu Qing returned to the master bedroom, Qin Miaomiao was lying on the bed, covered tightly with a blanket, only exposing her small face, which looked slightly flushed with an unusual shade of red.
Lu Qing pulled off his tie, threw it onto the bed, and stood by the bedside watching her, a flicker of darkness passing through his eyes.
"Did you clean it off?"
"What’s with the video?"
Here it comes. Sure enough, there’s no way this King of Jealousy wouldn’t ask about that. Qin Miaomiao looked completely innocent and earnestly explained:
"I fell down and couldn’t walk, so Rong Lan helped me up."
Lu Qing’s eyes darkened further, his tone brooking no argument:
"Terminate his contract, or I’ll blackball him. Your choice."
Qin Miaomiao glared at him: "Why are you so overbearing?"
"If I were truly overbearing, I’d have already crippled his hand for daring to touch my woman. He’s courting death."
Qin Miaomiao shivered, conceding that when this man gets jealous, there’s absolutely no reasoning with him.
She quickly tried to calm him down: "As for Rong Lan, I won’t meddle anymore. Let someone else handle it, okay? He’s not easy to sign on. Plus, isn’t he kind of a flagship for our company? How can we just let him go so easily?"
Lu Qing scoffed lightly, turned his face away, and said coldly:
"Is he your old lover?"
"Childhood sweethearts, innocent playmates, gravely ill, left the country, separated by destiny, and now reunited, sparks flying like wildfire, isn’t that right? Your old flame reignited, huh?"
Qin Miaomiao stared at him, completely flabbergasted, and clapped her hands together:
"Husband, when did you start speaking in idioms?"
"Terminate the contract, or blackball him. Choose one."
He repeated firmly, his face dark and cold. Based on Qin Miaomiao’s understanding of him, he was already teetering on the edge of fury!
Qin Miaomiao grabbed him and held him down, flipping him over so she was straddling him. Then she picked up his tie, binding his hands with it, gritting her teeth in frustration: This update is available on n0velfire.net
"So what if someone hugged me? You let someone into your room at night too! Did I say anything?"
Lu Qing leisurely looked up at her, obediently letting her tie his hands. From his angle, this queen-like aura she exuded was absolutely captivating to him.
"Your wife is fair-skinned, beautiful, graceful, loved by everyone, admired wherever she goes, isn’t that right? Plenty of people adore your wife. But! Your wife doesn’t want anyone — except you — in her bed. Got it?"
Lu Qing’s eyes deepened, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, his voice suddenly lowered:
"Is that right? Only me?"
"Of course. You think you’re the only neat freak around here?"
Even though his hands were tied, Lu Qing’s fingers slowly brushed across her chest, his touch blending warmth with tenderness.
"Huh? Keep going what?"
Lu Qing flipped her over, pressing her down beneath him. His gaze was filled with bone-deep dominance and possessiveness as he looked at her:
"I enjoy hearing you say those sweet words."
"Pfft, it’s not sweet talk! Lu Qing, besides you, I couldn’t fall in love with anyone else. At least not right now."
When her heart belongs to one person, it’s entirely his. No matter how good or exceptional someone else might be, what does it have to do with her?
His gaze held traces of fatigue and tenderness, accompanied by a deep shadow wanting to claim her completely:
"How about proving it with action?"