"How amusing. We’re going to divorce in three months, and Mr. Lu does this—don’t you find it ridiculous? Are you expecting me to cooperate with you, only to be discarded after three months? Sorry, I’m not someone who comes at your beck and call or leaves at your whim. We can respect and act politely toward each other, put on a show in front of others, but behind closed doors, I hope we keep our distance."
His expression appeared calm, yet Qin Miaomiao’s heart was pounding, as if she couldn’t catch her breath. Suddenly, he pressed her down onto the seat, gripping her wrist with one hand!
"Lu Qing, what do you think you’re doing!"
Qin Miaomiao shouted angrily. This man, always lunging at her—it was infuriating, like a wolf. She couldn’t stand him at all.
There was still the driver up front; if he saw this, how embarrassing would that be?
The driver, Old Wang, tactfully rolled up the rear window, adhering to the principle of "see no evil." He hadn’t expected the always composed CEO to act so wildly...
"Qin Miaomiao, you seem to have misunderstood something."
As he spoke, he nibbled softly at her ear. His warm breath trailed to the sensitive spot behind her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"For this lifetime, you’ll only be my woman."
Qin Miaomiao jumped in surprise and hurriedly asked:
"What do you mean? Don’t we have a contract? Are you going back on it?"
She had no intention of staying with him long-term. Not to mention the two troublesome people in the Lu Family, dealing with Lu Qing alone was enough to make her want to keep her distance.
Scandal-ridden, emotionally cold, dangerously unpredictable—his feelings for her were simply possessiveness, nothing more.
She spat these words viciously, her face full of defiance. Lu Qing’s eyes locked onto hers, as if he could see her resolute determination in them.
Lu Qing’s expression turned icy. Qin Miaomiao wasn’t before; the obsession, the near madness she used to show—gone entirely now.
She was too composed. Even under such overwhelming force, her demeanor remained indifferent, her stunning eyes revealing an unyielding clarity.
He pressed her down firmly, his rough palm brushing against her cheek, his fingers stroking her petal-soft skin. Breathing in the faint, alluring fragrance of her body, he found himself once again losing control of his thoughts.
Qin Miaomiao let out a mocking chuckle:
"Looks like Mr. Lu has been rather unsatisfied lately. Should I find a few women for you to relieve yourself?"
"Qin Miaomiao, you really have a knack for driving people mad. So, Mrs. Lu, are you planning to play matchmaker now?"
Qin Miaomiao shot back fearlessly:
"If Mr. Lu wants, I can send women to your bed tonight."
Lu Qing’s pupils narrowed slightly, and his hand suddenly slid to her neck. Her delicate porcelain-like neck—just a light twist, and this infuriating woman would finally shut up. It would save him from hearing her provoking words ever again.
He was someone who prided himself on his self-control and never lost his temper over anyone, but this woman in front of him had completely shattered his composure!
He curled his lips into a faint smile:
"Repeat what you just said."
Seeing his expression, she quickly swallowed her words. His face was too frightening—he might actually silence her forever if she continued. He was a tyrant, after all. If she pushed him further, wouldn’t she risk being eradicated?
"Go on, why aren’t you saying anything anymore?"
With her hands restrained, Qin Miaomiao felt unreconciled deep down:
"If you have the guts, let go of me. I’ve trained before; I may not lose to you."
Lu Qing stared at her exquisite face, her stubbornly clear eyes making him chuckle. Suddenly, he released her.
"Alright, I’ll give you a chance."