"The force of action is mutual."
"How about you go on top?"
Qin Miaomiao swallowed hard, her expression full of righteous determination:
"If that’s what’s needed."
Lu Qing chuckled, amused: "Oh? So you’re not resisting anymore?"
"Sigh, there’s a saying, when facing oppression..."
Ah, it seemed his wife was getting quite adept at this—ever since she’d been properly trained, she’d grown so tender and considerate.
Qin Miaomiao looked at him with a blank expression: "Fine. But, can you transfer me a million first?"
Lu Qing squinted slightly at her: "A million per session? Wife, you’re running quite the profitable business." For original chapters go to NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Qin Miaomiao said wistfully: "I think staring at the money would make me a bit more excited—it might heighten my enthusiasm. But there’s another option: take a look at my shopping cart. Can you pay for everything in it upfront?"
Talking about this right before sleep—his wife’s perspective was certainly... unconventional!
"It’ll arrive in three days—would disturb us. I’ll pay for it after three days."
Who would’ve thought—her husband was getting harder and harder to fool. Ugh, three whole days and nights? Scary!
Was it really going to be three, whole, days, and nights?
The next day, Qin Miaomiao slept straight through to the afternoon. If it weren’t for her stomach growling in protest, she wouldn’t have bothered getting up!
Her poor lower back—it was broken, utterly broken, about to snap!
Wearing rabbit pajamas and bear-shaped slippers, she went downstairs, catching a whiff of rich, fragrant chicken soup!
Young Master Lu was wearing an apron, busying himself in the kitchen, simmering soup and cooking. As soon as she sat down, he ladled out a bowl of thick soup and placed it in front of her.
"You’ve worked hard, dear wife. Here, have some hearty soup to replenish your energy."
Qin Miaomiao lifted her eyelids, glanced at him, and said meaningfully:
"I think you’re the one who needs replenishing. You’ve lost too much protein—if you don’t replenish, I doubt you’ll hold up."
Lu Qing’s lips curved into a smile: "Never expected my wife to become so insightful. Truly warms my heart."
"No, because if your body gets emptied out, who’s going to earn money for me? Who’s going to buy me handbags?"
Recently, his wife had mastered a new skill—sharp-tongued banter. Probably her way of exacting revenge for yesterday. Clearly, the resentment ran deep.
As Qin Miaomiao drank her soup, she suddenly seemed to recall something and asked urgently:
"Last night, did you use protection?"
Well, for the first half of the night, at least. By the second half, he hadn’t—but Qin Miaomiao had been too exhausted to care.
She let out a relieved sigh—thank goodness. The thought of pregnancy for now? Too troublesome.
Lu Qing carried over a few dishes, and Qin Miaomiao, ravenously hungry, polished off three full bowls of rice, yet still didn’t feel satisfied.
After eating, she started feeling drowsy again. She sprawled out on the sofa, completely unwilling to budge.
Lu Qing, ever considerate, didn’t push her further. She used his abdomen as a pillow, continuing to lounge, while he fiddled with his phone, apparently handling work.
"Honey, do you really think we’re going to stay cooped up for three whole days?"
"Won’t it get boring?"
Lu Qing replied casually: "Not at all. I ordered a few things online—they’ll arrive later. You’ll be surprised when you see them."
Qin Miaomiao instantly perked up: "Are they handbags? Clothes? Or necklaces?"