She took a deep breath and looked at him with a serious expression:
"I might need to borrow your manpower, to call Little second, Little sixth, and Little seventh back."
Lu Qing glanced at her sideways and said indifferently, "No need for all that trouble. I actually have a solution. Do you want to hear it?"
Qin Miaomiao grabbed his arm excitedly: "Really? Tell me, tell me."
"Send him a few pretty girls."
After a moment of silence, she roared furiously: "If I dare send him girls, do you believe he’ll dare break my legs? You can’t just scam your wife !"
Lu Qing looked innocent: "Men, you know, either love power, wealth, or beauty. Look at your Ninth Uncle—what’s he lacking? Isn’t his side just missing women? So, sending girls would be the perfect gift."
Qin Miaomiao: Haha...haha...
"Hubby, I think you’re stirring up trouble."
"Not bad, you figured it out."
Qin Miaomiao rolled her eyes: "If I couldn’t even catch this, I’d be a pig, alright? Turn the car around and send me to Liyuan."
Lu Qing sneered lightly instead, stopping the car and giving her a sideways glance: "Wifey, it’s the same for birthdays. Don’t you think you’re playing favorites here?"
"When it was my birthday, I didn’t see you being this attentive."
Qin Miaomiao took a deep breath and said calmly, "Mr. Lu Qing, it’s ten o’clock now, about ten hours until Ninth Uncle wakes up. I once swore to throw him a grand banquet. Are you sure this is the right time to discuss something as childish as who gets more attention?" Read full story at N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Lu Qing nodded: "Hmm, very necessary."
She really wanted to bite him to death!!!
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Stay calm, she had to. All men act childish at times; their IQ drops to negative numbers. She couldn’t get mad, had to coax him—even if she wanted to chop him into pieces right now, she had to hold it in... Forget it!
She grabbed his collar, lowered her voice, and threatened ominously:
"Either I sort you out here and now, or you take me to Liyuan. Your choice!"
Lu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you mean by ’sort me out’?"
"Strip your pants off and sleep with you!"
The wife really knew the way!
He cooperatively sent her to Liyuan and ordered Little second, Little sixth, and Little seventh to return as quickly as possible.
When the first rays of sunlight spilled into the room at dawn, Mr. Jiu woke up, suddenly striking like lightning, aiming straight for the intruder’s neck!
Mr. Jiu took a closer look—huh? Little Jin’er?
Qin Miaomiao broke into a cold sweat, feeling like she had just walked through the gates of hell. The butler had said that no one was ever allowed to linger in Ninth Uncle’s room, and now she understood why.
Sob sob sob... She almost lost her life right here!
She mustered up a bit of a smile: "To attend to you, of course. Isn’t today your birthday? I promised to throw you a banquet."
Mr. Jiu’s sharp gaze swept over her face. Well, she did seem to have made an effort—her delicate features, lightly accented with makeup, looked even more charming. She wore a pale green cheongsam, elegant and tasteful, with her hair pinned up neatly. Holding a black, gold-embroidered traditional Tang suit in her hands, she smiled and said:
"Ninth Uncle, Little Jin’er is here to pay her respects. Wishing you blessings as vast as the Eastern seas and longevity like the Southern mountains."