Lu Qing’s hand tightened around her throat, slowly constricting. The sensation of suffocation surged—she couldn’t even draw a breath, her face flushing bright red!
"Lu... Young Master Lu, I... I didn’t..."
But how could Lu Qing listen to her excuses?
What Miao Miao said was the truth. This woman dared to knock Miao Miao unconscious and deliver her to another man’s bed—she was courting death.
The sheer rage emanating from Lu Qing struck terror into everyone around. Even Jin Jing was shaken and quickly tried to intervene:
"Little Lu, calm down! Don’t actually choke her to death—it’ll cause big trouble."
With so many people watching, killing soone with his own hands—especially with Liu Lun present—would make cleaning up afterward an utter nightmare.
But in his blazing fury, who could possibly stop Lu Qing?
Lin Ran was on the brink of asphyxiation. This man... he truly intended to kill her! How could a man be this terrifying?
Lu Qing’s expression was icy, his voice low and commanding: "Han Shu, stand guard at the door. Tonight, no one leaves—not a single soul."
Hearing this, Liu Lun nearly wet himself. He had never imagined that Lu Qing could be so ruthless. Killing soone right in front of them? Those words sounded like he hadn’t even planned to spare any of them!
Dood. They were completely dood.
Qin Miaomiao’s dark eyes flickered. She released the shards of broken glass in her hand and calmly walked toward Lu Qing. Her hand rested on his arm, her expression serene as she said softly:
"Husband, don’t dirty your hands."
Her slightly gentle tone worked like a strange balm against Lu Qing’s viciousness. He turned his head to look at her. There was a luminous flow in her eyes—gentle yet resolute. Incredibly, her words managed to soothe him.
He let go of his hand. Qin Miaomiao imdiately took hold of it and wiped it clean, a faint chill darkening her gaze:
"Next ti, don’t deal with it yourself. I don’t like it when soone else’s scent clings to you. It makes disgusted."
Her words dripped with an intense possessiveness. Jin Jing couldn’t help but feel stunned—this was the first ti he’d heard anything like this co out of a woman’s mouth. With soone as domineering as Little Lu, wouldn’t he hate hearing sothing like that?
But Jin Jing was mistaken. All the viciousness in Lu Qing’s aura lted away, and the corners of his lips turned upward in a pampering smile as he said:
"Alright, whatever you say."
Hey, hey, hey—what happened to being domineering and unyielding? In front of your wife, do you just throw all your principles out the window?
You’re no longer the high-handed, uncompromising Little Lu I respected!
Lu Qing cast a cold glance at Lin Ran, as if looking at a dead body. His voice was calm but chilling as he instructed:
"Han Shu, take her away."
"Yes, Young Master Lu."
Han Shu shot Lin Ran a glance, a hint of pity in his eyes. Of all people to provoke, why provoke the Young Madam? Did she not realize that the Young Madam currently held the entire heart of Young Master Lu?
Lin Ran was already deathly pale, unable to even walk. She was dragged away like a pile of useless sludge.
anwhile, Liu Lun no longer dared act haughtily. He had encountered soone as ferocious as Qin Miaomiao—and Lu Qing was an even greater danger!
Lu Qing turned to Liu Lun, his tone indifferent as he asked:
"Did he touch you?"
With a thud, Liu Lun dropped to his knees, shaking his head furiously in denial: "No, no, no! I swear, I absolutely didn’t touch her!"
His n had been beaten, and he himself had been held at knifepoint with broken glass by that crazy woman. Wasn’t that plenty already?
Lu Qing’s gaze swept across Qin Miaomiao, landing on the cut along her arm where blood trickled down. His eyes darkened, glinting with a flash of cruelty:
"Did he cause that?"
"Ah, that... during the scuffle, I accidentally got scratched."
"Han Shu, take these people out and break one arm from each of them."
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