Qin Miaomiao thought about it. It looked like there was still room for negotiation. Wear it? Fine, she could wear it. It’s just that the fabric was a bit scanty, with the addition of fishnet stockings and a bit more reveal at the chest, right?
When she walked out after changing, her lips were painted with bold red lipstick, her lightly curled hair draped casually over one shoulder, her chest boldly exposed—definitely eye-catching!
The tight outfit perfectly accentuated her figure, and she even had bunny ears on her head!
Lu Qing looked at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, and said meaningfully:
"Now I finally understand why you like bunnies so much. Truly... invigorating."
Qin Miaomiao: So, did she just dig a hole and bury herself?
"From now on, buy more rabbit-themed outfits."
Qin Miaomiao raised her head: "No way!"
He beckoned her with his finger. Qin Miaomiao clenched her teeth—whether you stick your head out for the axe or pull it back, it’s still one chop. Since she dug the pit herself, she might as well jump in with tears in her eyes! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel✶fire.net
Then she saw him pull out a... whip?
Her arms instinctively hugged her chest as she stared at him warily: "What are you trying to do? Don’t tell me you’ve also got candles, chili water, or a tiger bench hidden somewhere?"
Lu Qing’s eyes darkened. "Is that something you’d like?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
"Be good. Come here."
Qin Miaomiao looked at the dark, unreadable glint in his eyes, swallowed nervously, then spun around and sprinted straight into the walk-in closet!
Even The Art of War teaches that among the thirty-six strategies, retreat is the best policy. If you don’t break free in silence, then you’ll meet your end in silence!
She couldn’t keep letting him suppress her—resistance was a must! She went through all the trouble to dress up just to seduce him. The minute his passion reached its peak, she’d slip away, leaving him high and dry—absolutely suffocated!
Hahaha! She finally managed to turn the tables—for once, let him suffer!
Hiding in the walk-in closet, she pressed her ear against the door, listening for some time but hearing nothing. This didn’t make sense—knowing Lu Qing’s personality, the fact that he hadn’t already kicked down the door was nothing short of a miracle.
After half an hour had passed, she cautiously cracked the door open to sneak a peek. Lu Qing was lying on the bed, perfectly at ease, eyes closed. If you listened closely, you could even catch the faint sound of snoring!
It was like a bucket of cold water was dumped all over her. He was actually asleep?
Faced with a dazzling beauty like her, he actually managed to fall asleep?
This was a slap in the face! Such blatant disregard for the allure of her body—it was intolerable!
She climbed onto the bed without hesitation, straddled Lu Qing, and pressed her icy hands directly to his face as she yelled indignantly:
"Lu Qing, you seriously ignored me just to sleep?!"
He suddenly opened his eyes, and there wasn’t a single hint of sleepiness in them.
With a swift motion, he flipped her under him, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth: "I was waiting for you to walk right into my trap. Not bad—you managed to hide for half an hour."
Qin Miaomiao was dumbfounded: "You weren’t asleep?"
"With such a beauty before me, how could I possibly sleep?"
"You did it on purpose?"
Lu Qing pinched her cheek lightly and said nonchalantly: "Even the craftiest fox has to leave its den eventually. So, my dear wife, let’s continue."
The longest road in the world was the one paved with Lu Shen’s schemes. She just couldn’t outwit him. Oh no...
Qin Miaomiao’s counter-offensive plan failed for the 107th time.
"Actor Rong Lan suspected of suffering from depression, posts late-night message saying he has no attachments to this world anymore."
"Did Emperor Rong fall into depression from becoming too engrossed in his roles?"
"BREAKING: Rong Lan reported missing for twenty-four hours!"
By the time these news articles were released, Qin Miaomiao’s side had already descended into chaos. She was pacing back and forth, her face dark with anger, shouting:
"What did you just say? You can’t reach him? How is it possible that you can’t reach him? Doesn’t he have two assistants assigned to him?"
Zhou Shu didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly and hurriedly explained:
"After ten o’clock last night, he vanished from the hospital. His phone is unreachable, and his assistants searched the entire hospital but couldn’t find him."
"What about his former manager?"
"We contacted them too—no luck."
Qin Miaomiao’s face turned pale. Rong Lan already had mental health issues, and after she confessed to him that she wasn’t actually Qin Miaomiao... could he have been unable to handle the blow and actually made an attempt on his life?