This ti losing her made him understand what true terror felt like!
He had never been so panicked before. She cares about too many people—sothing like this, he would never let it happen a second ti.
"Honey, isn’t everything fine now?"
Lu Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly as he pulled his hand back, stood up slowly, and said indifferently:
"All I ask is for you to value your life more. Think it over carefully."
His sudden coldness left Qin Miaomiao stunned. This... What kind of logic was this?
Of course she values her life—don’t be ridiculous, only an idiot wouldn’t!
Until he walked out the door, leaving Qin Miaomiao alone in the whirlwind of confusion. He asked her to reflect, but the problem was, reflect on what?
Even if the sa situation occurred again, she’d still rush in without hesitation!
Lu Qing and Qin Miaomiao were having a cold war. For three full days, even though he stood outside her door for several hours, he still refused to go in to see her, while Qin Miaomiao was growing furious over Lu Qing’s disappearance.
Little sixth and Little seventh had miserably beco the errand boys.
"Young Master Lu, don’t you want to go in and check on her? Young Madam isn’t drinking her soup again. For several als now, she’s only been eating a single bowl of rice, when normally she’d eat three. You can see she’s starving and losing weight."
"Young Master Lu, even if you want to keep this cold war going with Young Madam, can’t it wait until she’s fully healed? When she gets angry, Little seventh and I suffer for it. Compared to the now-quiet Young Madam, we much prefer the one who orders us around!"
Lu Qing furrowed his brow: "Are you both dead? Can’t you comfort her?"
"Unfair, she’s in a bad mood and doesn’t respond no matter what we say. She’s been sleeping all day. Don’t bla us—even Mr. Jiu ca and only received a half-hearted response before she annoyed him enough to leave the country."
Lu Qing snorted: "Nonsense, the old man left because he had urgent matters to attend to."
Not easy to trick, huh? Alright, ti to escalate.
"Young Master Lu, I just saw Young Madam crying, wiping away tears secretly. Really, don’t you want to go comfort her?"
Lu Qing’s expression shifted slightly. He glanced at the room but forced himself to hold back, calmly saying:
"Let her figure it out herself."
"Oh..."
Little sixth returned unsuccessful, opened the door, and spotted Qin Miaomiao gnawing on a chicken drumstick. She’d sneakily added so salt. Even without cumin or black pepper, it was still pretty tasty.
"Little seventh, next ti can we get KFC’s fried chicken drumsticks?"
"The doctor said no fried foods for now—they affect the wound’s recovery."
"Why do you listen to the doctor? It’s all nonsense."
Little seventh firmly shook his head: "No way. At least for the next month, no spicy, no ginger, garlic—nothing irritating."
Qin Miaomiao glanced at him. Why was he so rigid? For a foodie like her, living on bland, watery dishes every day—this was downright miserable.
She looked up and spotted Little sixth, hurriedly waved him over, and smiled: "Little sixth, how did it go?"
Little sixth replied emotionlessly: "Young Master Lu didn’t fall for it—he’s still set on keeping up the cold war."
"Did you tell him I can’t even eat or sleep, and that I’ve lost weight?"
Little sixth rolled his eyes and said: "I even told him you were crying secretly, but Young Master Lu showed no reaction."
Qin Miaomiao put down the chicken drumstick in her hand:
"Seems like he’s serious this ti? Planning to actually play the cold war with ? Ha, does he think I’d be afraid? Let’s see who gives in first!"
"Young Madam, why are you two fighting anyway?"
Qin Miaomiao thought deeply for a mont before saying: "Probably because I’m too nice to other people and he’s sulking about it. Look at now—I’m the one bedridden, injured, yet he doesn’t even feel sorry for and insists on this cold war. Don’t you think he’s being too much?"
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