My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious Chapter 318: You Never Have to Compromise in Your Life

"Do you want to sever our mother-son relationship?"

Lu Qing’s tone grew colder and more distant. He replied calmly, "You are my mother, my elder. Naturally, I would not do such a thing. However, that’s all there is to it. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now. If you need anything, you can contact Han Shu."

He walked out, leaving Fang Li trembling with anger. She couldn’t catch her breath and nearly fainted.

"Ungrateful son, ungrateful son! How could I have given birth to such a heartless child?"

At this mont, Lu Lu seed to calm down instead. A bitter smile appeared on her face:

"Mom, Brother is right. Without him, we are nothing. All those personal assets of yours were given by him. Even for , the cars, houses, jewelry—when you add it all up—it’s more than enough for to live worry-free for the rest of my life. He’s already done more than enough for us. It’s just that we were too greedy."

Fang Li glared at her. "Are you crazy? You’re still defending him? He treats us like this just for a woman? Isn’t that too much!"

At this mont, Lu Lu had seemingly transford into a different person. She didn’t join in cursing with her mother. Instead, she sighed softly:

"I’m going to the United Kingdom."

"What?!"

"Regarding Qin Miaomiao, I can’t control my jealousy. Just because Brother loves her, she gets to have everything. I am jealous of her. Brother wasn’t wrong—if I were just arrogant and willful, there might still be hope for . But back then, I truly wanted her to have a miscarriage. Mom, I even wished for her to die."

Tears began streaming down her face. She had never felt so disgusted with herself before. This wasn’t so much remorse as it was realization—realizing that if she continued like this, Brother would only grow to despise her even more. Going to the United Kingdom, or leaving the Lu Family—faced with this choice, of course, she would choose the United Kingdom. At least there, she’d still have a chance, right?

"Lu Lu, if you leave, what about ?"

Fang Li panicked. People share a common weakness—greed. She wanted Lu Qing to obey her command, to prioritize her in everything. When conflicts arose between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, she hoped he’d firmly stand by her side. But Lu Qing was not blindly loyal. The thought had terrified her completely. Without Lu Qing, what would remain for her in this lifeti?

Lu Lu fell silent, deep in thought. Brother’s attitude was already crystal clear. If their mother couldn’t grasp this, the bond between her and Brother would only grow colder, wouldn’t it?

In the car, Qin Miaomiao leaned her head on Lu Qing’s lap, her voice muffled:

"Hubby, I truly don’t know how to handle mother-in-law relationships. So, I’ll just avoid her as much as possible in the future."

"Alright."

"Really? I don’t need to go out of my way to please her?"

Lu Qing chuckled faintly and asked in return, "Would you even know how?"

"I wouldn’t. I can’t bring myself to endure humiliation and grovel, so I’d rather just keep my distance."

He ran his hand through her long hair, his broad and gentle palm gliding over her soft locks. There was a unique tenderness in his touch. He said:

"I don’t want you to endure grievances either. Keeping your distance is fine."

A warm feeling welled up in Qin Miaomiao’s heart. She tilted her head to look at him, finding his face unbelievably handso!

"Hubby, you’re the best. What shall we eat when we get back? I’m starving. I miss Little Seventh’s soup, and also barbecue and hot pot."

Lu Qing let out a soft chuckle and uttered two words: "Rice porridge."

"Rice porridge? Are you serious?! I don’t want that! It’s so bland. I’m anemic from losing too much blood; I need sothing nourishing."

For soone like her, a die-hard at lover, just having porridge was as good as death!

"You can’t eat spicy food or drink anything cold. I’ll simr so blood-enriching soup for you instead. I’ll make it myself."

The phrase "make it myself" held a special allure for Qin Miaomiao. Looking at his absurdly handso face, she smiled and said, "Alright then, but you have to do it yourself. Wait, hold that pose—don’t move. Let take a photo of you—you look super handso!"