At this moment, online opinion was completely one-sided. Anyone who spoke up for Xu Jiaojiao would be labeled as her paid internet troll. She was almost being blackened into coal.
When Lu Qing called Qin Miaomiao, she was still at the hospital.
The voice on the other end was so charming that it could make anyone swoon. As her husband’s biggest fangirl, merely hearing his voice instantly lifted her mood.
Qin Miaomiao’s expression softened considerably: "No need, I can handle it myself."
"Of course, don’t forget whose wife I am."
Her words carried a boastful tone, yet she sounded undeniably adorable.
"Good luck. Come home early tonight, I have a surprise for you."
Surprise? What kind of surprise?
Her husband had never been romantic. What was the biggest surprise he had given her before?
Oh, it seemed to be ordering her a hundred sets of lingerie. That kind of surprise—she didn’t want it, thank you very much.
Her lips twitched as she said:
"Alright, then hubby, make sure you’re all clean and waiting obediently for me at home!"
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by his slightly deep voice:
"Miaomiao, are you sure you want me clean?"
She was used to teasing him by now, but the consequence of her quick mouth would often result in aching muscles later.
She quickly switched gears: "I was wrong, hubby! Can we call a truce for a few days? Too much indulgence really isn’t good for your health."
Huh? Really? Was Lord Lu agreeing so easily?
"But... I expect some benefits."
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And just like that, he hung up the phone. Listening to the beeping tone from the other end, Qin Miaomiao nearly threw her phone in frustration. Not finishing a sentence—does he not know how maddening that is for people with obsessive tendencies?!
Meanwhile, back at home, Ou Beichen was watching Lu Qing personally set up a romantic surprise, looking somewhat puzzled as he asked:
"What’s the occasion today?"
Lu Qing was flipping through a Baidu guide while lighting candles, his expression completely blank as he replied:
"Wedding anniversary."
Ou Beichen raised an eyebrow: "And? What’s with the candles?"
Lu Qing responded solemnly: "According to ’100 Ways to Woo a Woman,’ most women like romance. Arranging heart-shaped candles and scattering rose petals would make them feel touched."
Turns out women really are foolish creatures.
"You sure sis counts as a ’most woman’ though?"
Lu Qing furrowed his attractive brows: "No."
Ou Beichen reminded him: "She likes money."
Lu Qing took out his phone and dialed Han Shu: "Do me a favor."
"Young Master Lu, just say the word."
"Bring me 10 million in cash and have it delivered. Cover my house floor with it."
Han Shu felt as if he’d misheard. What did Young Master Lu just say?
Stammering, he asked: "Young Master Lu, did you just say... deliver 10 million in cash?"
After saying that, he hung up. Holding the phone, Han Shu felt as if 10,000 galloping alpacas were racing through his heart!!!
Wise as Young Master Lu was, who on earth bewitched him to make such a decision?
Ou Beichen gave Lu Qing a thumbs-up: "Brother-in-law, well done!"
Receiving the compliment, Lord Lu’s lips lightly curved into a smile: "And then?"
"You still need a gift."
"Diamonds or jewelry—too cliché. Sis likes mahjong; why not gift her a set of mahjong tiles?"
If Qin Miaomiao overheard this, she’d probably be furious to the point of spitting blood. She was just a materialistic woman, alright?! Who would ever dislike jewelry? Even if the whole house was filled with it, it wouldn’t be too much!
Xiao Chen, you pig teammate!
The ever-brilliant Lu Qing nodded in solemn agreement.