It felt like a jolt of electricity, making her entire body freeze. Embarrassed, she hurriedly shouted:
"Lu Qing, let go of !"
His other hand covered her mouth, leaning close to her ear. His scorching breath sprayed against her ear, and her exquisitely jade-like earlobe flushed a faint crimson.
"Let go of your hand or let go of your mouth?"
How could he utter such shaless words?
"Let... let... mmm..."
She let out a muffled moan. He had endured long enough. This woman was entirely his type — not taking her right then and there would be an affront to himself!
"Qin Miaomiao."
He called her na once. Qin Miaomiao, captivated and disoriented, responded in a haze. Was it just her illusion, or did her na, coming from his lips, carry a certain lingering tenderness?
A hint of impatience flickered in Lu Qing’s eyes. In the future, he’d have to figure out a way to let her wear skirts.
She grew sowhat afraid, but both her hands were restrained. She wanted to struggle, but couldn’t move an inch.
She could only let him...
Knock knock knock.
Lu Qing ignored it, still intoxicated by the fragrance and the warmth of her body.
Knock knock knock.
The knocking grew more urgent. Qin Miaomiao snapped out of it and quickly said:
"Could it be sothing important?"
What could possibly be more important than him taking her?
Lu Qing got up, his face dark as he walked to open the door. It was Sister-in-law Li again. The mont she saw Lu Qing’s grim expression, her heart skipped a beat — had she co at the wrong ti?
She quickly lowered her head and respectfully handed over an invitation letter, then imdiately retreated.
Bang! The door slamd shut, startling Sister-in-law Li. From now on... as long as the master and young madam were in the room... it was better not to disturb them. Otherwise, she’d risk being caught in their anger.
Who said the master and young madam had a bad relationship? Lies. Absolutely lies!
Lu Qing glanced at the letter and promptly tossed it into the trash. When he looked up again, Qin Miaomiao had disappeared.
The bathroom door was tightly shut. Lu Qing couldn’t help but chuckle — was he really that frightening, scaring her into the bathroom?
Qin Miaomiao pressed her ear against the bathroom door, listening to the quiet outside. Did he leave?
Only after half an hour did she cautiously open the door, just a tiny crack.
The room was indeed empty. She let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness Sister-in-law Li made a tily interruption. Otherwise, she had no idea how things might have ended.
Wasn’t Lu Qing uninterested in Qin Miaomiao? Since their wedding, he had never touched her.
But now, with her, why had things changed?
While pondering this, she inadvertently spotted the invitation letter in the trash — the one handed to Lu Qing by Sister-in-law Li, then casually discarded.
Her curiosity got the better of her. Unable to resist, she stepped forward and picked up the invitation.
Her expression changed instantly!
"Chu Yunhao and Su Jin’s fifth wedding anniversary celebration, inviting Mr. Lu Qing to attend the ’Jinxiu’ cruise. Looking forward to your presence."
Fifth anniversary?
Wasn’t Su Jin already dead?
That last stab from Chu Yunhao... the blade tore through her abdon!
The bone-deep pain, she would never forget. The man’s cold, cruel face — it was etched in her mories forever. Now, using the facade of love, they were hosting so sort of anniversary celebration?
There could only be one explanation...
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