Sure enough, Nan Sheng was quick to speak up, claiming that the recordings were all fabricated, and he had never said such things to his wife. He insisted soone was deliberately trying to tarnish his reputation and announced they’d hold a press conference tomorrow afternoon, where his wife would appear and explain everything in person.
Netizens were skeptical. The voice in the recordings sounded too authentic to be fake.
Though, it’s possible the technology could manipulate sound lines to make recordings seem genuine.
Especially when, in the recordings, it seed like he and his wife had already fallen out. Would his wife really defend him?
Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but scoff when she saw his Weibo post. anwhile, the boss stood beside her, holding a piece of bread and saring layer upon layer of chili sauce on it.
Qin Miaomiao stared, utterly speechless:
"Are you sure about this? Aren’t you afraid your... uh... backside’s gonna hurt?"
The boss winked charmingly: "Young Madam, are you perhaps interested in my backside?"
Qin Miaomiao: ... Faced with such a heavy-handed comnt, how was she supposed to respond?
Little sixth gnawed on a piece of bread and chid in wistfully:
"The flowers have fallen, and the ground is scarred. The boss’s flower is probably long ruined."
Little seventh sipped his milk and nodded: "Sixth brother’s right."
Qin Miaomiao’s eyes lit up as she looked at the boss: "Really? Who, who, who? Who dared to pluck our boss’s flower?"
The boss sneered coldly, her crimson lips tracing the edge of a fruit knife, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth: "Haha, Little sixth, Little seventh—you’re getting bold. Better watch out, or I might just deal with you myself."
Little sixth and Little seventh exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with mischief: "Co on then, just the chance we’ve been waiting for to spar with the boss!"
"Looks like your guts have truly grown fat."
Qin Miaomiao casually pulled up a chair and sat down: "Go ahead and fight, just be mindful of the furniture, okay? These are expensive."
One versus two—the three of them moved with astonishing speed. Qin Miaomiao, anwhile, munched on bread as she questioned:
"Boss, about Hua Wenting—has that been taken care of?"
The boss dodged Little sixth’s kicked leg narrowly and replied with a grin: "Taken care of. The press conference tomorrow will be quite a show."
"Good job! Excellent work! Here, I’ll send you a reward red envelope."
Upon hearing the familiar WeChat notification, the boss instantly stopped and exclaid: "Wait! Let claim the red envelope first."
Little sixth and Little seventh: ...
"This is blatant favoritism, Young Madam! You give the boss one but not us—are you looking down on us?"
Little seventh grumbled indignantly: "Exactly! Such bias! One-star review."
Qin Miaomiao squinted her eyes: "You lot really are getting bolder by the day. Oh, by the way, the bread you just ate? I baked it. The milk you drank? I made it. Have you all completely forgotten you’re supposed to act like bodyguards, huh?"
Little sixth and Little seventh thought about it—and true, with Young Master Lu away, as long as Young Madam was ho and there wasn’t any actual danger, they tended to slack off and lose their sense of propriety.
They’d beco lazy, overly familiar—and just this morning, before Young Madam had gotten out of bed, they’d even played a round of video gas.
The boss gave Qin Miaomiao a thumbs-up: "Young Madam, well said!"
Qin Miaomiao sneered at him: "Keeping the team in check is your job. Since Little sixth and Little seventh have complaints, forward to them what I just sent you."
The boss: ...
It’s only two hundred yuan!!
Just as they were laughing, the doorbell suddenly rang. Qin Miaomiao glanced at the boss, who looked at Little sixth, who then looked at Little seventh. Little seventh, resigned, couldn’t pass it on to anyone else and obediently went to open the door.
"Hello, delivery for you. Please sign here."
Little seventh signed for the package and saw that the recipient was Qin Miaomiao, so he handed it over to her.
She took the package with so confusion—she hadn’t ordered anything, had she?
Picking up a knife, she began to slice it open to unpack.
Just then, the boss seed to detect sothing. The mont Qin Miaomiao opened the box, the boss moved with lightning speed, slamming into Qin Miaomiao and tackling her to the ground. As the box fully opened, a deafening explosion suddenly roared!
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