She muttered haughtily, but then saw Lu Qing reach out to pat her head. His expression softened, completely different from the first time she met him.
Back then, he forced himself on her and threw a divorce agreement at her.
Qin Miaomiao suddenly felt a dull ache in her chest. She pulled his hand away and muttered:
"Lu Qing, don’t deliberately be nice to me. Our agreement has two months and twenty-one days left. When the time’s up, we’ll get divorced."
Lu Qing’s gaze instantly turned cold:
"You remember it so clearly?"
"Can’t help but remember it clearly."
She didn’t want to let herself get lost in his fleeting tenderness—it was far too dangerous.
Lu Qing narrowed his eyes and asked:
"Are you so eager to divorce me?"
Qin Miaomiao widened her eyes and looked at him, retaliating:
"You’re not? The one who was desperate to divorce back then was you!"
Lu Qing hesitated as if hiding something, then said coldly:
"Take care and rest."
He finished speaking and walked out. At that moment, Han Shu stood outside and said respectfully:
"Young Master Lu, London has sent news: Miss Mo is critically ill."
Lu Qing’s expression immediately tightened: "What happened?"
"Not entirely clear. Logically, Miss Mo’s heart surgery had been going smoothly, and the rejection symptoms over the past few months had subsided. There shouldn’t have been any issue."
"Arrange a plane to London—immediately!"
Han Shu hesitated for a moment and cautiously asked:
"And... what about Madam here?"
"You stay behind and take good care of her."
Han Shu nodded, his expression complicated as he glanced at the hospital room. Indeed, whenever it involved Miss Mo, Young Master Lu would lose his composure. If Madam found out, she’d surely be heartbroken.
Lu Qing hadn’t been gone long before Qin Miaomiao became aware of his departure. Naturally, Han Shu came up with an impeccable excuse.
However, for Qin Miaomiao, it didn’t matter. If he truly stayed behind to take care of her, she might have felt even more uneasy.
Two months and twenty-one days—that wasn’t much time left. Aside from carefully completing her plans, she had to stay as far away from Lu Qing as possible.
She’d had enough of being deceived by men, of being foolish her entire life. This time, she would never repeat the same mistakes—never!
On the second day of her hospitalization, Lu Lu learned her brother had gone on a business trip. Her first reaction was to come to the VIP hospital room to provoke her.
"Qin Miaomiao, don’t think that just because you’re hurt, my brother will cherish you. In his heart, you’re nothing."
Qin Miaomiao lay quietly, not even opening her eyes.
"You must’ve tattled to my brother, right? But he doesn’t believe you at all. Your little schemes have already failed."
She still didn’t give any response.
"Stop pretending you don’t hear me. Anyway, you won’t stay smug for long."
Only then did Qin Miaomiao look at her, her gaze deep and distant. She spoke in a calm voice:
"It’s only seven o’clock in the morning, and you’re here to say all this. Don’t you think you’re wasting your time? Aren’t you only in your second year of university? I heard you’re enrolled in a prestigious film academy. Shouldn’t your classmates be auditioning for different productions? Oh, but you probably think you don’t need to hustle as a member of the Lu Family—you can just land the leading role as long as the movie’s funded by Long Ting Group. The key question is: do you really think your brother would waste money on this?"
Lu Lu was surprised and quickly asked:
"As your sister-in-law, if I didn’t even know about this, wouldn’t that make me far too foolish?"
"Besides, I also know about your two classmates—that Lin Yufei, for example. She’s already made a name as an e-sports streamer, with a considerable fan base, and she’s intentionally revealed her identity as a wealthy heiress, earning her the title of goddess. Based on status, you’re clearly above her. You’re no less attractive either, so why is she a goddess while you’re not?"
Lu Lu feigned a dismissive attitude and replied:
"I don’t CARE at all."