Lu Qing finally turned around, looking at her face, and said indifferently:
"Miao Miao, you need to understand one thing."
"What is it?"
"We are one. Your business is my business. I know Rong Lan moved you, so you want to make it up to him. But this matter cannot be resolved through compensation. What he wants isn’t just compensation—what he wants is you! This was just a prelude. It’s already caused distance between us. If you continue to stay by his side, I can’t guarantee I won’t just destroy him and make him disappear from this world forever."
Qin Miaomiao stared at him wide-eyed:
"You really would?"
A cold glint flashed in Lu Qing’s eyes: "Trying to steal my wife? What do you think?"
"But... he’s your... relative."
Lu Qing cast a sharp glance at her, and she instantly understood his aning. Relative?
A distant cousin, that’s all. Nothing of real significance. Dare to steal his woman—how could he tolerate it?
"So, for the sake of his life, you’d best keep your distance from him."
Qin Miaomiao pouted: "But you just said you want to leave and never co back."
Lu Qing imdiately pinned her onto the bed, letting out a cold laugh:
"If you truly dare to leave, I’ll break your legs and make sure, for the rest of your life, you can only stay trapped in this room, imprisoned by ."
"Damn, you’re so brutal?"
Lu Qing leaned close to her ear, enunciating every word:
"Miao Miao, don’t make beco that kind of person, or I truly won’t know what I’m capable of doing!"
In that instant, the aura around him turned wicked, carrying a darkness so suffocating it felt as though it could devour soone whole. It sent a shiver down her spine!
Lu Qing was acutely aware of his inner darkness. Qin Miaomiao was his redemption, and if even his redemption betrayed him, he couldn’t begin to fathom the extremities of madness he might succumb to!
It was terrifying.
He buried his head against her soft chest, breathing in her scent—the only thing that could keep him calm and grounded.
"Don’t leave —not even a trace of the thought. Don’t get close to any other man, or I’ll truly kill him."
That murderous intent was real, a desire nearly impossible to suppress.
Qin Miaomiao could sense the turbulence and yearning deep within him, and it shook her to the core.
But even though she understood it, she suppressed her fear, wrapping her arms tightly around him and whispering softly:
"I’m sorry, I was wrong. It won’t happen again. I promise."
Lu Qing was unique in his intense, passionate feelings!
But his terrifying side lay in his overpowering possessiveness. And once that possessiveness was fully unleashed, the things he said—he would carry them out without hesitation!
Clouded by jealousy, he would imprison her, destroy any man who got close to her.
He might even prevent her from interacting with anyone else. All of it—everything—was enough to drive a person insane.
Life could be good, so why would she ever place herself in such peril?
"Are you afraid of ?"
Lu Qing asked. Qin Miaomiao shook her head. Worried he might not see, she softly replied:
"No, I love you. So whatever you are, I can accept it. Husband, promise sothing: don’t be too extre. Let’s talk through everything together, okay? Like this ti—it was my fault. But you deliberately provoked , and that wasn’t right either. If we don’t communicate clearly, what if it completely drives us apart? What would we do then?"
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