Qin Miaomiao covered his mouth with one hand:
"Don’t talk about first or second marriages—how unpleasant that sounds. In this lifeti, you’re only allowed to have one marriage, and that’s with . I’m even planning our golden anniversary together... unless you’re unwilling."
"Willing, absolutely willing, a million tis willing."
"Even if I really can’t have kids?"
Lu Qing glanced at her. It seed she was very concerned about this matter; after all, everyone wants to have their own children.
Especially her—with such patience toward Xiao Bai and Little Xiaobai, she’d definitely be an amazing mother in the future.
He patted her head and said:
"We do our best and leave the rest to fate. Maybe it’s karma for all the wrongs I’ve done, and now I’m paying for it. If soone needs to be blad, bla —it’s not your burden to bear."
"Don’t talk nonsense."
"Miao Miao, you know what kind of person I am. Being with soone like —I’m the one who’s made you suffer."
Qin Miaomiao’s heart ached for him. She hugged him tightly: "Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m just worried about Grandpa."
"When it cos to Grandpa, let’s hold off for a year or two. If he brings it up again, let’s just say it’s my issue—it has nothing to do with you."
"That won’t do; you’d be wronged. Clearly, the issue is mine."
His fingers brushed against her lips, carrying a hint of tobacco, but sohow it seed irresistible.
"We won’t talk about this anymore. No one else has the right to ask, and even if they do, it’s my problem—not yours."
Qin Miaomiao looked at his face, rested her head lightly on his shoulder, and whispered:
"You can’t keep spoiling like this—I’ll get overly proud."
"Marrying you ans giving you the best and spoiling you. Otherwise, what kind of husband would I be? It’s late—go to sleep. I’ll leave after you fall asleep."
"It’s already so late—why don’t you just stay here and sleep?"
Lu Qing chuckled softly:
"If I stay here tonight, I bet tomorrow Ninth Uncle will whip with a stick."
Qin Miaomiao imagined the scene and couldn’t help but burst into laughter: "True, Ninth Uncle is still very particular about those old traditions. We shouldn’t upset him. When you live together later on, make sure not to always butt heads with him."
Lu Qing snorted coldly: "Considering he’s an elder, I’ll give him so leeway. But I have one condition."
"What is it?"
"No favoritism!"
"Huh? How have I been biased?"
"You already planned rooms for calligraphy, flowers, and tea—even Xiao Chen has his own first-tier gaming room. What about ?"
Qin Miaomiao thought for a mont, then leaned in close to his ear and said: "I actually reserved two empty rooms and thought about your hobbies for a long ti. In the end, I could only co up with one idea."
"What idea?"
"A ’romance room’—water bed, accessories, everything you could possibly need. It’s our private sanctuary—key access only. Do you like it? I was planning to surprise you later, but considering your jealous streak, I’m spilling the secret early."
After she said this, any trace of jealousy from Lu Qing vanished instantly.
Even his breathing grew heavier.
"Oh? Really?"
"Do you like this wedding gift?"
"My dear wife truly understands my tastes. Good, good, good."
He repeated his praise several tis, making it clear he was thoroughly pleased.
"Alright, now you’d better leave. If you stay here, I won’t be able to sleep. I need beauty sleep for tomorrow, so you’ll have to go."
Lu Qing flipped over, pinning her beneath him, and whispered:
"Darling, after ntioning that room, then trying to send away—are you doing this on purpose?"
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