The matter with Rong Lan didn’t cause much of a stir online. Lu Qing told Qin Miaomiao that Rong Lan had accepted his arrangents and was already scheduled to fly to the United States for treatnt. Only then did she feel relieved.
Anyway, this was already the best solution. Right now, she had no way of facing him. It was better to keep out of sight and out of mind in the future.
"Sis, soone’s roasting you online," Ou Beichen sprawled on the sofa, laptop perched on his knees.
Lu Qing sat at the other end of the sofa, seemingly busy with work—probably dealing with stocks or sothing.
Qin Miaomiao brought over two cups of warm milk for them.
"I’m not even a celebrity. Why would anyone roast ?"
Lu Qing took the milk and said calmly, "Just look into it, and you’ll know."
It turned out to be so silly gossip speculating on her relationship with Rong Lan. The IP address was from abroad, not so low-level trolls, but even though it wasn’t stirring up any big waves, it was still irritating.
"By the way, weren’t those reporters last ti all hired actors? Did you find out who was behind it?"
"They ran away. The person’s not in Yan Jing."
Qin Miaomiao clicked her tongue a couple of tis: "Quick escape, huh? Speaking of which, hubby, with my kind of natural ’hot search magnet’ vibe, do you think I’d beco a big star if I joined the entertainnt industry?"
Lu Qing shook his head without hesitation:
"No?"
"Why not?"
"Your acting is terrible."
"..."
Ou Beichen took the other cup of milk, frowned, and took a sip. Qin Miaomiao gently reminded him:
"Xiao Chen, be good. Drink all the milk. You still need to grow taller."
"Oh."
He frowned but obediently finished the whole cup. Qin Miaomiao glanced at the ti: "It’s already 10 o’clock. Off to bed! No sneaking into the computer room. Look at your delicate skin—staring at the laptop all the ti, what if your skin goes bad? It’ll ruin your looks. Go to bed, quick."
Lu Qing finished his work, stretched his stiff fingers, and beckoned to Ou Beichen:
"One hour of ’Honor of Kings’?"
"Let’s do it."
Left to the side, Qin Miaomiao raised her hand: "This is too much! Are you two pretending I don’t exist?"
"You can join us too."
Qin Miaomiao snorted in disdain: "Last ti I joined, you two said I was dragging the team down and yelled at like crazy. No way! Lu Qing, what’s more important, the ga or ? Xiao Chen, the ga or ?!"
"The ga."
"The ga."
Qin Miaomiao: ...
This is intolerable. She’s leaving! No, she’s going back to her parents’ house!
Qin Miaomiao stord upstairs. Downstairs, Lu Qing and Ou Beichen remained engrossed in their ga. An hour later, when she ca back down dragging a suitcase, the two of them were still laser-focused, not sparing her a single glance!
"I’m running away from ho!"
No reaction!
"Really, I’m running away from ho!"
Still no reaction!
Qin Miaomiao felt utterly indignant. There were two n in this house, one woman—she should be pampered like a queen, but no! The ga was the one getting all the love. She was jealous. Hmph!
Half an hour later.
Lu Qing and Ou Beichen finally wrapped up their ga. Number one and number two on the server tead up—it was practically a massacre!
Glancing around, Lu Qing noticed that Qin Miaomiao was nowhere to be seen and asked in confusion:
"Where’s your sister?"
Ou Beichen shook his head: "No idea. I think she said sothing to us earlier—didn’t pay attention."
The two exchanged looks. Ten seconds later, it clicked.
"She ran away from ho?"
"She ran away from ho?"
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