Although this man's features were flawless, leaving no room for critique, and his chest robust and solid, at this moment, Qin Miaomiao felt a chilling sensation creep down her back, as if the temperature around her had plunged by ten degrees.
It was because of his gaze, his aura—it was truly terrifying, making one instinctively unable to meet his eyes.
But, to just give in ? No, absolutely not! She was Qin Miaomiao. She had come back from death to regain her vengeance! If she couldn't even muster the courage to negotiate and possess the confidence to do so, how could she ever earn his respect? How could she secure his assistance at the critical moment?
After all, she had nothing to her name now. She no longer had a single thing to do with the affluent Su Family. With only her own strength, it was impossible for her to defeat those vile lovers.
She kept encouraging herself inwardly, and after a brief moment, Qin Miaomiao slightly raised her head. Her dark, watery eyes glimmered faintly as she spoke with a voice that was gentle yet carried a tinge of something alluring:
"It's just delaying things for a year. The outcome will remain unchanged. After one year, the agreement will take effect, we'll divorce automatically, and we can each go our separate ways, getting married to whomever we wish. You can rest assured that during this year, I will neither bother you nor cause any unnecessary drama. I won't even mention being Mrs. Lu to anyone outside."
Her petite red tongue flicked over her dry lips again, her slightly parted mouth looking like an unspoken invitation. Her skin was white and delicate, yet as far as this nominal wife was concerned, he could barely muster the effort to glance at her, let alone touch her.
But now, that single gesture... stirred something within him. This—how could this be? How could someone like him possibly feel anything toward such a woman?
Yet he was the master, the ruler of his own heart. No one in this world could tempt him, or sway him, and certainly not her!
Qin Miaomiao's body stiffened instinctively, ready to shove his hand away, but she heard his voice descending over her from above:
"You only have three months."
Lu Qing had always been firm and decisive; if he said three months, it meant three months. His concession came purely because she had stirred a faint trace of interest in him.
"Three months is far too little. How about six months?" Under the piercing scrutiny of Lu Qing's gaze, which was making her back feel numb, Qin Miaomiao still didn't forget to continue bargaining.
"Woman, my patience is limited." Lu Qing smiled coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument or refusal.
He was tall, standing over 1.9 meters, making Qin Miaomiao appear especially petite before him, to the extent that she had to tilt her head just to barely meet his eyes.
The oppressive feeling of his overwhelming presence made it glaringly clear to Qin Miaomiao: this was the limit of his compromise.
Although three months was obviously insufficient for revenge, she knew all too well that she couldn't risk overreaching. Hence, she nodded resolutely and said without hesitation:
"Fine. A gentleman's word is his bond; three months, then. When the time is up, I will disappear automatically."
While speaking, Qin Miaomiao subconsciously extended her pinky finger toward the air, as if wanting to seal the deal with a hand gesture.
But the moment she stretched her finger out, Qin Miaomiao regretted it. "Good heavens! What am I even doing? How could I be so stupid as to want to promise with a pinky to this man?!"
Yet to Qin Miaomiao's surprise, a slightly startled Lu Qing unexpectedly extended his own finger to hook hers!
Lu Qing's hawk-like gaze swept over her exquisite face. Her brows and eyes curved beautifully as she smiled, her youthful face still carrying a hint of innocence and immaturity.