Rong Lan turned his head and naturally saw his uncle standing behind him. His face was dark, his aura oppressive, and the look in his eyes carried a murderous intent.
"Hey, Uncle, what a coincidence, you’re here too?"
Lu Qing reached up to unbutton the top two buttons of his collar and the cuffs of his sleeves, raising his brow:
"Seems like you didn’t take my warning seriously."
"A fair lady is worth pursuing, and besides, I ran into her first, Uncle. There should be a first-co, first-served rule, right?"
Lu Qing sneered: "Cut the crap. Inside or outside, pick where you want to get beaten."
At the ntion of a fight, Rong Lan’s ribs started to ache.
"Violence isn’t the solution. Why don’t we let Miao Miao choose for herself?"
Qin Miaomiao raised her hand: "I choose Lu Qing."
Not giving any face, huh?
Rong Lan refused to give up: "That doesn’t count, Miao Miao. You have to give another chance to pursue you."
Jiaojiao, eager to stir the pot, jumped in at this mont, leaned close to Qin Miaomiao, and whispered in her ear:
"Miao Miao, take a look at Emperor Rong. He’s got talent and looks. Have you considered it?"
She really was soone who enjoyed causing trouble!
Qin Miaomiao shook her head decisively, "No, I’d like to live a few more days, and you should stop stirring things up. Otherwise, you might just get silenced by my husband."
True enough, Lu Qing was already shooting a nacing glare at the woman cozying up to his wife, with an arm around her shoulder and her mouth almost grazing her earlobe!
His fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles audibly cracking. Jiaojiao felt a chill down her spine, her belated realization urging her to create so distance, but then thinking again—what was she afraid of?
Her hand boldly returned to Qin Miaomiao’s waist and she pulled her into a hug. Just as she was about to throw a challenging look at Lu Qing, her collar tightened, and in an instant, she was thrown out!
"Jiaojiao!"
Qin Miaomiao was startled. Oh no, what if she got seriously hurt?
Rong Lan clicked his tongue twice, "Uncle, are you this barbaric with all won?"
Lu Qing lazily lifted his eyelids and said in a calm voice, "As long as you admit you’re a woman, that’s fine."
"Death before dishonor! I demand a duel!"
Rong Lan, hopping mad, raised his voice. Director Gao Hu stepped forward at this mont to smooth out the situation:
"Emperor Rong, your scene is about to start filming. Hey, Jiaojiao, why are you lying on the ground?"
Jiaojiao got up, dusting herself off, and her grudge against Lu Qing deepened yet again. Barbarians, humph. Miao Miao probably suffered a lot being with him.
She wasn’t free to express her anger, so she resolved to save Miao Miao from this tornt. Emperor Rong seed like a decent match.
She exchanged glances with Rong Lan, and the two of them instantly understood each other, formally establishing an alliance!
Watching the two eyesores leave, Lu Qing imdiately felt a sense of tranquility, and the chill in his deanor subsided sowhat.
"Um, Lu Qing..."
"Call husband."
"Oh, husband, why did you get here so quickly?"
"Soone tattled, saying you were tangled up with your nephew."
Qin Miaomiao frowned, "Huh? And then?"
"After this movie is finished, I’ll arrange for him to go develop in Hollywood."
Little Sixth, standing silently to the side, rolled his eyes. Such a deep calculation from Young Master Lu. Rong Lan’s managent contract was under a subsidiary company of Long Ting Group.
How fittingly and openly he planned to send him abroad—it was undeniably Young Master Lu’s style.
"Do you trust ?"
"I trust you."
Lu Qing’s gaze darkened, his look at Qin Miaomiao brimming with possessiveness. He desperately wanted to keep her imprisoned at ho, away from everyone else’s view. However, he knew her personality was too stubborn; if he did that, Miao Miao would definitely turn against him.
So, he could only endure it for now.
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