After entering the venue, wave after wave of people approached Lu Qing, exchanging pleasantries and flattering him.
When Qin Miaomiao was still Su Jin, she had accompanied Chu Yunhao to such settings before. As a young lady of privilege, she was already quite accustod to occasions like this.
Her dignified and graceful smile, along with her impeccable control over her speech and posture, left no room for critique.
So of the socially elite won noticed as well—this Mrs. Lu seed to carry herself with remarkable poise. Her deanor and conduct, every word and action, were nothing short of exemplary.
Because of this, those present felt reassured—this woman was unmistakably Mrs. Lu!
Lu Qing, too, seed to value her as Mrs. Lu. Not only did he introduce her to the industry elites, but he also presented her identity prominently, making no effort to conceal it.
Qin Miaomiao found this sowhat odd. After all, their contract lasted only three months.
After three months, their divorce would be finalized. Judging from what she understood of the situation thus far, he had never brought Qin Miaomiao to public events before now!
Yet this ti, everything felt peculiar—not only had he brought her to the function, but he had also gone out of his way to proclaim her identity, as if afraid others wouldn’t know!
Could there be so hidden agenda behind this?
As she was mulling over this thought, a fashionable and strikingly beautiful woman approached her, holding a glass of champagne.
The woman’s foot seed to twist "by accident," and the champagne in her hand was flung directly toward Qin Miaomiao. Reacting quickly, Qin instinctively sidestepped.
However, beside her was the champagne display table. As she dodged, an unseen hand suddenly erged from behind and shoved her forcefully!
She was instantly sent crashing into the display table, and there was the sound of smashing glass—champagne bottles scattered across the ground!
The loud commotion startled everyone in the venue, prompting them to turn their heads to see what had happened.
Qin Miaomiao was lying amidst the chaos, looking sowhat disheveled. Her brows were tightly knit, and she appeared to be in pain. Yet the two won closest to her made no effort to help. Instead, they stifled mocking laughter.
Especially the woman who had deliberately tried to spill champagne on her earlier—her expression was full of smug satisfaction.
She had always liked Lu Qing, and given her esteed family background, she had believed herself deserving of marrying him!
But who would’ve thought that Lu Qing had actually gotten married? How could she accept this?
As she reveled in her triumph, her smile froze abruptly. She saw Lu Qing suddenly appear, striding over like a deity descending from the heavens, swiftly bending down to lift Qin Miaomiao into his arms.
His gaze swept across the scene, carrying an icy storm that sent chills down everyone’s spine!
"Did you push her?"
His voice was low and heavy yet carried an overwhelming sense of oppression, making it hard for anyone to breathe. Lin Yilin quickly shook her head:
"No, it wasn’t ."
He turned his attention to another young woman standing nearby. That woman imdiately spoke up:
"She just couldn’t keep her balance—how could you bla soone else for that?"
If you listened closely, her words were practically an inadvertent confession!
Realizing she might’ve misspoken, the girl showed no fear. After all, she had influential connections—who would dare touch her?
No matter how powerful Young Master Lu was, what could he do? Nobody saw anything, and there was no evidence—what could he possibly say?
Lu Qing’s lips curved slightly, a cold glint flashing through his eyes.
"Han Shu, go pull up the surveillance footage."
The venue had caras installed, as it was a high-end private club where comprehensive security asures were standard to prevent foul play.
Han Shu, his assistant, acted swiftly and retrieved the footage, reporting back to Lu Qing in a hushed tone.
Lu Qing’s expression grew sinister, while Qin Miaomiao, still in his arms, furrowed her brows and let out a muffled groan.
"What’s wrong?" Lu Qing’s tone carried a subtle hint of nervousness.
"It hurts."
She was genuinely in pain—so glass shards seed to have embedded themselves in her body, sending waves of piercing agony through her.
Realizing sothing was wrong, Lu Qing imdiately instructed Han Shu to summon a doctor as quickly as possible and arranged for a private lounge for her. anwhile, the two won responsible were taken to another room with the doors locked, preventing them from leaving!
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