Lu Qing was in the meeting room, listening to the managers report on the year’s financial statements. For some reason, his chest felt tight, and his heart even started pounding wildly.
He clutched his chest, raised his hand, and the manager giving the report paused, looking at him with some confusion.
At that moment, his phone rang. Lu Qing answered, and his face instantly dropped to a freezing cold expression!
Before the executives could react, he suddenly stood up and quickly strode out!
When he arrived home, Qin Miaomiao saw him and immediately rushed forward to embrace him, speaking softly:
"The boss suffered a minor injury. Someone sent a flour bomb. Luckily, the power wasn’t too strong; otherwise, all of us would probably be dead from the explosion."
Lu Qing’s face was extremely grim. He lightly patted her shoulder and stepped forward, only to see the entire living room covered in flour, a total mess.
The boss, Little Sixth, and Little Seventh had flour all over their heads and faces, looking utterly disheveled. Qin Miaomiao’s clothes were also dusted with flour, and even the air was filled with an overwhelming cloud of white powder. Googlᴇ search novel·fiɾe·net
Lu Qing asked in a low voice:
"Someone sent a flour bomb."
Lu Qing’s eyes turned icy cold: "A delivery? Any package delivered should be properly checked. Have you all forgotten such a basic precaution?"
Little Sixth and Little Seventh lowered their heads in shame, while the boss’s expression was also far from pleasant. After all, this incident was a blatant provocation against him, the famed gold-standard bodyguard.
"This time it was a flour bomb, no major harm done. But what if it had been a real bomb?"
Lu Qing’s sharp questioning left the trio speechless. Qin Miaomiao stepped in to plead for them: "If it hadn’t been for the boss, the one injured would’ve been me. Honey, stop blaming them."
"Ha, you really have the nerve to speak up for them."
Qin Miaomiao replied: "Next time, just be more careful."
Lu Qing’s face darkened further. This kind of situation wasn’t an isolated incident. The Bodyguard Family had always been known for their meticulous work, but somehow, around Qin Miaomiao,
it was like they’d been infected, each one becoming careless to the point of nearly forgetting their professional duties!
Lu Qing’s face hardened as he said, "Do you care so little about your own life? This matter must be investigated to the end!"
"This flour bomb... it doesn’t seem like a terrorist attack but more like a threat."
Qin Miaomiao analyzed calmly. Had it been an actual attack, a real bomb would’ve been used, and she’d already be dead.
From the force and style of this attempt... it did seem to simply be a warning.
"Who would deliberately send something ? Is it your enemy, or is it mine?"
Qin Miaomiao’s questioning made Lu Qing fall into contemplation. His enemies?
He had plenty of adversaries in his line of work, but few dared to make reckless moves. Even those who approached had been quietly dealt with before getting close.
Lu Qing’s sharp gaze swept over the boss, Little Sixth, and Little Seventh as he barked:
"Yes, Young Master Lu."
The house was tidied up thoroughly, but Lu Qing’s face remained stormy. Qin Miaomiao hugged him from behind: "Honey, I’m fine, aren’t I? Just be more careful next time."
Lu Qing grabbed her hand and turned to look at her: "You really don’t seem to care for your own life, do you?"
She leaned back onto the sofa nearby, stretched herself out across his lap, and gazed up at him:
"Honey, the boss, Little Sixth, and Little Seventh have actually done a good job. It’s just that things have been so calm lately, and the other party deliberately used such an unpredictable method, which is why this happened. Frankly, danger is always impossible to anticipate. Look at me; I keep to myself, barely go out, and even so, I face risks . There’s no way to prevent everything. Even if you arranged an army to protect me, they still might not be able to keep me safe."