Qin Miaomiao resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said in a pleasant tone:
"Oh my, Sir, you are truly hard to please. Say you’re jealous, you don’t believe it; say you’re not jealous, and you’re mad again. What do you want me to do?"
Her gaze carried a seductive hook that could inadvertently enchant anyone, yet her scent was crisp and fresh, with a hint of fruitiness.
Lu Qing suddenly pinched her sensitive waist. Her body squirmed, and she nearly lost her balance and fell. Instinctively, she grabbed hold of his neck.
As a result, she was close enough to count the number of his eyelashes!
Lu Qing’s eyes carried a trace of amusement. "Good comprehension. I quite enjoy you throwing yourself into my arms."
Throw yourself into your big-headed nonsense! She hurried to let go but froze in that very second:
"Try letting go, I dare you."
Try? Fine, try then! She opted to loosen her grip, and then...
And then, with a swift motion, he flipped her under him, pinning her to the sofa!
"So, it seems you want me to take you right here?"
His expression carried a wicked charm. Qin Miaomiao’s inner alarm bells went off as she tightened her grip on her jeans, glaring daggers at him in a defiant stance:
"Lu Qing, don’t push it too far. If it weren’t for Jiaojiao, I wouldn’t have come to this awful place. You can play however you want, just don’t play with me."
At that, Lu Qing let out a sinister chuckle, and she had a feeling that he... seemed even angrier now.
Damn it, as his wife, she was so magnanimous about him fooling around with other women. Wouldn’t any other man be ecstatic?
How come he still looked so displeased?
He gritted her name through his teeth. Qin Miaomiao looked a bit tentative:
"Say that again, I dare you."
Seeing his expression, as if he was ready to devour her alive, Qin Miaomiao tentatively queried:
"So, you’re saying you actually want me to rein you in? To stop you from messing around? To play the role of a jealous wife, giving you a sense of being controlled? Why didn’t you just say so?"
Lu Qing suppressed the impulse to choke her and sneered coldly:
"You’re quite the actress, huh? Excellent. Then give it a try—be a jealous wife. I want it realistic. If your performance satisfies me, I’ll consider investing an additional 100 million in your company, maybe even give you some other forms of support. But if your performance disappoints me, I’ll take back the initial 100 million!"
Qin Miaomiao was stunned. This man seemed rather willful. But she really needed the money. The Qin Group had been run into the ground by her uncle, and just 100 million might not even be enough to reverse the situation.
Besides, she did need to collaborate with Lu Qing.
It’s just acting! The pay is 100 million. If he could afford it, she could act it!
"Darling, shouldn’t we head back now? You sneaking out to have fun really hurts my feelings."
Lu Qing looked at her with disdain and said indifferently:
"Too fake. 10 million deduction."
Qin Miaomiao really wanted to smack him. She suppressed her anger, trying to mimic what she’d seen in TV dramas—pulling his ear and going into full-on shrew mode—but didn’t dare take it too far.
If she really angered him, that 100 million would vanish!
She pursed her lips, forcing a rather stiff smile:
"Hubby, from now on, you’re not allowed to mingle with those flirty girls outside. You can only love me, spoil me, and stay with me 24 hours a day. When I’m happy, you have to stay with me; when I’m not, you have to make me happy."
"Copy-pasted lines. Another 10 million deduction."
What the hell, so ruthless! Qin Miaomiao was getting desperate. In frustration, she flipped him onto the couch, took a deep breath, and narrowed her eyes coldly:
"Lu Qing, let me formally inform you now. From this moment forward, you belong solely to me, Qin Miaomiao—no looking at other women, no contact with other women. What happened today must never happen again. For all your social engagements, you must take me along. Anyone else you look at should appear to you as a pig! Body, mind, and soul all belong to me alone!"