When Qin Miaomiao returned to the bedroom, the dim little lamp was on. She tiptoed carefully, afraid of waking him up.
She climbed onto the bed slowly, just lay down, and felt a sudden tightness around her waist—his hand was already resting there!
"Hubby, you’re not asleep?"
Lu Qing replied with a vague "Mm."
He lay on his back, while Qin Miaomiao lay on her side facing him. Her fingertip traced lightly across his chest as she spoke in a soft, syrupy voice:
"Sorry about, um, breaking your waist."
Lu Qing’s eyes darkened slightly. "Why do I feel like you’re enjoying this at my expense?" Get full chapters from novel★fire.net
"Absolutely not! But the doctor said that for the next month, it’s best not to do any intense activity. For the sake of your health, you’ll need to abstain for a whole month!"
Even if she was secretly enjoying this, she had to hold it in!
Lu Qing lightly pinched her waist, his tone calm:
"Then afterward, I’ll have to trouble Madam to take it upon herself."
Qin Miaomiao’s expression froze. Trouble? Trouble with what?
Lu Qing’s eyes grew darker. His fingers moved upward, brushing against her soft, vibrant lips. With a tone laced with meaning, he asked:
She looked as if struck by lightning. No... there’s no way it’s what she’s imagining, right?
"That’s too much! I refuse!"
"Wasn’t it you who broke my waist?"
Qin Miaomiao: ... Yes.
"So, shouldn’t you compensate me?"
"Seems... like I should."
Lu Qing’s lips curled into a faint smile as he said calmly, "One million in cash, laid out on the floor—that was your anniversary gift. Now, what’s your gift for me?"
Uh... now that he put it that way, it seemed like she really was a jerk. He had gone through all the trouble to prepare a gift for her, and yet here she was, breaking her husband’s waist!
Evidently, she was in the wrong.
Taking a deep breath, she lay on his chest, wearing a determined expression: "Just this once! Don’t ask for more!"
Lu Qing’s gaze turned dark, his eyes settling on her soft lips: "Alright."
At one in the morning, Qin Miaomiao posted a cryptic update on her social media:
"Going offline for now. Not accepting any dinner invitations, especially hotpot or spicy food. Thanks."
This was an exceedingly thought-provoking post.
Her seven bodyguards immediately convened an emergency meeting and meticulously analyzed Young Madam’s post:
Little sixth: "Young Madam is obsessed with hotpot, and she loves spicy food. Any abnormality here is suspicious! Something strange must be going on."
Little seventh: "Could it be a mouth injury?"
Little fourth: "The timing is peculiar—posted at one in the morning. Young Madam went upstairs around 11:20 PM. So, during this hour and forty minutes, what on earth happened?"
Big brother: "Young Master Lu’s waist is injured, which rules out one possibility. That leaves only the other possibility."
Little third: "Young Madam must have had a hard time."
Little sixth, Little seventh, Little fourth, and Big brother instantly got the hint!
Little sixth: "Third brother nailed it."
Little fourth: "The truth is truly unsettling upon reflection."
Big brother: "You guys must keep this secret absolutely confidential, or Young Madam will silence us!"
Little seventh: "What exactly happened? Why don’t I get it?"
Big brother: "Heh. Little seventh, be good. It’s better if you don’t understand, or your death will be a miserable one!"
The next day, news about Lu Qing’s injured waist quickly spread. His buddies sent congratulatory—no, wait—sympathy messages:
Jin Jing: "Brother Lu, I told you before—too much indulgence harms the body. Take care of yourself."
Yan Lv: "Brother Lu, you’re so young, yet your waist is already unreliable. What will you do in the future? Need me to buy you some kidney-tonifying medicine?"
Meng Yan: "There’s an old Chinese medicine doctor at West Gate Street Cross Shop who’s very experienced in treating this. Go check it out."
Song Li: "Nothing more to say. As a brother, there’s not much I can do for you—except send you some nutritional supplements. Oh, and maybe some tiger or lamb testicles. Check your mail."
Lu Qing: "Heh, you idiots—friendship terminated! Not a single one of you will be spared!"