Mr. Jiu said unhurriedly, "Kid, let me see your real skills."
At the critical moment, Qin Miaomiao was still a protective wife. She leaned close to Lu Qing’s ear and spoke up for him, "Ninth Uncle, three against one seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it?"
"He’s your husband. If he can’t even handle these three, how’s he supposed to protect you? You’re the Su Family heir, the future head of the Su Family. If he’s not good enough, Ninth Uncle will find you a few more capable men to choose from."
Qin Miaomiao: ...Ninth Uncle, I think you’re stirring up trouble.
In the midst of the three-person attack, Lu Qing’s skills didn’t falter at all; in fact, his moves only grew faster!
All Qin Miaomiao saw were blurry afterimages. Her eyes were getting dizzy. Ouyang Yan, Ou bei Yao, and Ou Beichen were showing no mercy either, focusing their attacks entirely on weak and critical spots, coordinating flawlessly!
Especially Ouyang Yan, the big shot from the assassin world, who fought with downright sinister strikes!
"Hey, Ouyang Yan, what’s with your targeting?"
"And you, Ou bei Yao, stop aiming low!"
"Xiao Chen, he’s your brother-in-law! Can’t you go a bit easier on him?"
Mr. Jiu let out a slightly jealous huff and sneered:
"Little Jin’er, do you want Ninth Uncle to help you vent your frustrations or not? Hmm?"
Vent frustrations? Vent about what?
Oh, she remembered; apparently she had run away from home earlier.
Her blatant favoritism here was making her slap her own face. She instantly shut her mouth and obediently started massaging Mr. Jiu, muttering:
"Ninth Uncle, just take it easy, alright? If he gets hurt, it’ll make my heart ache."
Mr. Jiu clutched his chest, feeling infuriated. The cabbage he’d been raising for years had bent its elbow outward, siding with someone else. The more he looked at Lu Qing, the more annoyed he got!
He snorted and barked, "Ouyang Yan, Ou bei Yao, Ou Beichen! If you don’t knock that brat flat onto the ground, you’ll be diving into the sea to feed the sharks!"
Hey, hey, hey, feeding sharks has always been Lord Lu’s shtick! Mr. Jiu, this is pure plagiarism!
Ten minutes later, a platter of sashimi was served alongside freshly squeezed lemon juice. Qin Miaomiao prepared the dipping sauce, adding a bit of wasabi, then picked up a piece of sashimi with chopsticks and placed it on Mr. Jiu’s plate. Mr. Jiu tasted it and, for once, offered some praise:
While serving Mr. Jiu, Qin Miaomiao kept stealing glances toward Lu Qing’s side. After fighting this long, wouldn’t they be exhausted?
"Ninth Uncle, how about letting them take a break? Grab a bite before continuing?"
Mr. Jiu gave her a sidelong glance and replied indifferently, "Whoever’s down first, that’s when the fight is decided."
So stopping now? No chance!
Another ten minutes passed.
Ouyang Yan got knocked down. The once-mighty big shot of the assassin world had been defeated! Utter humiliation!
Lu Qing, apart from a slightly sore rib, walked to the dining table unscathed, his posture exuding the confidence of a victor as he calmly declared:
Qin Miaomiao immediately clapped her hands in congratulation, "Hubby, you’re amazing! Here’s a sashimi piece as your reward." This text is hosted at novel·fiɾe·net
She spoke as she personally held a piece of sashimi up to his mouth. Lu Qing shot her a sideways glance, suppressing the itch to let his lips curl, and said indifferently, "Since you’re being so proactive, I’ll reluctantly try it then."
Reluctant my foot! If you’ve got guts, don’t eat it!
He took a bite, and his expression froze instantly. The wasabi’s sharpness surged from his tongue straight to his nostrils!
Ou Beichen plopped into a seat nearby, tugged at Qin Miaomiao’s sleeve, and, without saying a word, opened his mouth wide.
Clearly, he was signaling her to feed him!
Ou bei Yao felt a pang of envy bubbling up inside. Xiao Chen actually wanted Qin Miaomiao, this woman, to feed him. That level of reliance on her totally surpassed his own!
So jealous! Why, why, why!
Qin Miaomiao naturally obliged, picking up another piece of sashimi and speaking gently:
"Xiao Chen wants some too? There’s a bit of wasabi—it might be a little spicy."
Lu Qing threw her a cold glare, didn’t say a word, and with decisiveness, bit down on the sashimi piece in her hand!
His wife could only feed him! Feeding anyone else? Haha, don’t even think about it!