Lu Qing gave an ambiguous smile: "To climb up in this social circle, especially as a woman, naturally one needs to navigate relationships well. In this respect, she does quite a good job. She’s smooth and considerate in her actions, even managing to impress some of the big shots. That speaks to her connections."
Qin Miaomiao narrowed her eyes at him: "Oh? So, are you saying you admire her?"
Lu Qing pinched her nose: "Are you jealous?"
Her tone became slightly bitter: "Why should I be mad? You just praised her a few times. And as for me, I’m too blunt and straightforward, always offending people with my words, right? You must prefer someone like Mo Wenwan, who’s polished and flawless. Makes sense—if someone’s going to be your wife, she needs to present well, just like her. Not like me—impulsive and quick to offend others. Isn’t that right?"
The cold wind swept by as Lu Qing looked at her and suddenly started laughing:
"I honestly didn’t expect it, but you’re pretty adorable when you’re jealous."
Adorable? What part of this was adorable? She was on the verge of exploding, okay!
She grabbed his tie in one swift motion, striking a fierce pose, and said coldly:
"Tell me, do you actually like Mo Wenwan more? Have you been deceived by that dignified and graceful facade of hers? Do you now think I’m not as good as her?"
But Lu Qing’s face softened with a trace of indulgent affection:
"Darling, it’s cold outside. If we’re going to talk about jealousy, why don’t we find someplace warmer and have a proper conversation?"
A warmer place—he meant, of course, the extended Lincoln car.
The car was running, the back fully enclosed, and the people in front couldn’t see anything happening in the rear.
Qin Miaomiao crossed her arms and looked at him: "President Lu, let’s continue with the previous topic."
"Ha! The one where you were practically singing Mo Wenwan’s praises."
"When did I ever say I admired her?"
Qin Miaomiao squinted at him: "Just now!"
"Oh, I only said that, as a woman with ambition, her actions are understandable. Women like her? I’ve seen plenty of them. There’s no reason for you to care."
He paused for a moment, then continued: Read complete versıon only at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"You have me. Why would you need to deal with all those people? You want resources? I’ll give them to you. You want money? I’ll give it to you. Whatever you do, it’s just for fun. Nothing more."
It made so much sense.... As if nothing could ever be a problem for him.
Filming, acting in a movie—whatever it was, it was just a side project. As long as she was happy, that was all that mattered!
"All that money you invested—are you saying it’s just to let me have fun?"
"What else? And besides, your returns have been pretty decent. You haven’t disappointed me. But honestly, money doesn’t even matter. Seeing you happy—that’s what makes the money I earn meaningful."
Was it just her, or was she actually starting to feel moved?
"What if my shows flop? What if all the money you’ve invested turns into nothing?"
"Then so be it. As long as you’re happy. A few hundred million? I can afford that loss."
A few hundred million? Even if it were billions, it wouldn’t matter. The key was that his wife was happy.
Overjoyed, Qin Miaomiao leaped onto his lap, gave him a kiss on each cheek, and said:
"Hubby, you’re the best! If you spoil me , I’ll take full advantage of it and act all spoiled!"
"Oh really? Go on then, show me how spoiled you can be."
"I meant confident spoiled, not bratty spoiled!"
He grabbed her chin gently: "Alright, but you’re indeed a bit spoiled. Look, from now on, if you don’t feel like attending these social events, then just skip them. No need to make yourself miserable. As for that woman, Huang Shan, if you don’t like her, we’ll just blacklist her."