When Qin Miaomiao got home, it was around ten o’clock. After a whole day of slapping faces, stirring public opinion, and managing it, she was completely drained.
She reached the door, pressed her fingerprint on the lock, and walked in. Her sleepy eyes could barely stay open.
Yet, in her bleary state, something felt... off. What exactly was off?
It took her quite a while to realize, and then she let out a scream, "Ahh! When did my floor turn into this money-covered pattern floor?" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novｅlfire.net
Wait, no. She crouched down and touched it with her hand. Holy crap—these were actual RMB bills, covering the entire floor of the house!
Her heart clenched in pain, as if someone had punched her right in the chest. Such waste! This was such an extravagant waste!
How long would it even take to pick up all this cash?
If she didn’t pick it up? Ha! That would absolutely drive anyone with OCD insane. Who could sleep with money scattered everywhere? It’d be impossible to get any rest!
Wait a second... was she overlooking something here?
Who on earth had covered the floor with all this money? Could it be the honorable Lord Lu himself?
But why would such a wise and dignified person do something so... bizarre? Did he think he had too much money?
Qin Miaomiao tiptoed her way inside and went upstairs. Lo and behold, even the staircase was covered in cash.
Standing at the bedroom door, just as she was about to open it, the door suddenly swung open from the inside!
Qin Miaomiao jumped in fright! Lu Qing stood there, his face cold as ever. The kicker was—he was shirtless.
No matter when or where, her husband’s physique was always... very "impressive."
"H-honey, you’re still awake?"
Lu Qing’s sharp eyes swept over her bare feet, and he said calmly, "Surprised?"
Surprised? What surprise?
Lu Qing’s expression turned a shade colder. Judging by her reaction, she seemed... very calm.
With that, he turned around. It was only then that Qin Miaomiao finally remembered—her husband had mentioned earlier that she should come home early because he had a surprise for her!
So, his grand idea of a surprise was to scatter money all over the house?
Honey... how do we even begin to fix your out-of-the-box thinking?
Realizing her earlier reaction might have been a little too nonchalant, possibly hurting his feelings, she quickly chased after him. Without warning, she leaped onto him from behind, catching Lu Qing completely off guard.
All that was heard was a distinct *crack* sound...
The honorable Lord Lu’s waist seemed... to have taken some damage!
Qin Miaomiao panicked, rushing forward with a face full of concern. "Honey, are you okay? Are you hurt?!"
Lu Qing’s expression stiffened. He didn’t cry out in pain but instead took a deep breath and sat down slowly. Pulling back the blanket, what lay underneath was... two sets of mahjong tiles.
Qin Miaomiao’s mouth twitched. Her dear husband seemed to have some rather peculiar preferences. Laying mahjong tiles in bed—was this his idea of adding some "spice" to their relationship?
Lu Qing sat there expressionless, though his hand quietly pressed against his lower back.
"Honey, are you sure you’re okay? Should we call the doctor?"
Lu Qing waved her off and said indifferently, "No need. Just have the house doctor come over."
"Oh, okay! Just hang in there, I’ll call him right away."
Ou Beichen stirred from his slumber. Well, it was their anniversary, so he’d tactfully given them their space.
But after hearing some odd noises outside, he came out to take a look.
"Xiao Chen? You’re still up?"
"What’s going on?" Ou Beichen asked.
"Oh, nothing much—your brother-in-law’s waist just gave out, that’s all."
Ou Beichen: ...Was the battle really that intense?
"Brother-in-law’s a legend, I’ll give him that."
Qin Miaomiao: ...Huh?
Lu Qing: He could feel his hard-earned reputation slipping away, just like that.