Qin Miaomiao slowly crouched down in front of him, feeling a sense of helplessness. Perhaps because of Lu Xing, she was actually a little scared.
In truth, she wasn’t strong at all. If it weren’t for Lu Qing, Ninth Uncle, and Xiao Chen shielding her, she probably wouldn’t have the good days she has now.
She should be grateful, not questioning others in this way. No wonder Ninth Uncle was angry.
"I’m sorry, Ninth Uncle, for saying things like that to you."
"You’re still a child, and there are so things you don’t understand. However, one must always have a heart of gratitude, no matter who it’s towards."
"I understand."
She accompanied Mr. Jiu for tea and chatted a while longer before returning to the room. She filled the bathtub with water, sinking herself fully into it.
Letting the warm water engulf her, it seed like only this could help her calm down.
Sotis, it’s only when others remind you that you realize the preciousness of certain aspects of life.
Just a few words from Lu Xing were enough to throw her into complete disarray.
And because of suspicion, she doubted Xiao Chen, questioned others, and overlooked his contributions.
People, at tis, can be truly selfish.
Suddenly, a hand pulled her up. Lu Qing’s face was filled with worry:
"What are you doing? I nearly thought you were trying to suffocate yourself!"
Seeing his concern, Qin Miaomiao instead laughed and reached out to hug him:
"Honey, you’re tired, right? Take off your clothes and soak with for a while."
Lu Qing sensed sothing was off about her but didn’t ask imdiately. He simply took off his clothes, stripping clean, and joined her in the tub.
She deliberately nestled into his arms, as if only this gave her a sense of security.
"Honey, I’m sorry. These past days I’ve been so caught up with my own things that I’ve neglected you."
"What’s wrong? Why are your emotions so shaky? Did Lu Lu co to see you and upset you?"
"No, it’s unrelated to her. She’s been quite nice, actually—more considerate. She ca to make ands with . She wants to act, so I arranged for her to try out at the theater."
Lu Qing held her, resting his head on her shoulder. This kind of intimate gesture gave them both a sense of security.
"If there’s anything, tell . I’m your husband. Whatever happens, I’ll handle it."
"It’s nothing. I just feel like I’m really selfish. I haven’t done a good job as a wife—not for you or for the family."
"You’re already amazing."
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, her nose tingling with a faint sense of sourness:
"But I should be able to do better."
"There’s no such thing as good or bad in this. Your re existence is already a comfort to . No matter how tired I am out there, just seeing you makes feel much more at ease. All those troubles disappear. Miao Miao, your presence ans so much."
"But I’m not a virtuous wife or a loving mother. I can’t even take proper care of you, and instead, you have to take care of . Look, I can’t even cook."
"We have a maid for that."
"I’m not gentle or thoughtful. I don’t know how to do house chores. I don’t even know which clothes, shoes, or ties go together for you."
Lu Qing laughed and gently ruffled her wet hair:
"Looks like you were really hit hard this ti. Who says you have to be a virtuous wife or loving mother? You can write plays, direct them, and you’re incredibly talented. Even though you’re a tyrant on set, everyone who gets close to you feels warmth. Your heart is kind and pure; otherwise, why would Ninth Uncle, Xiao Chen, Little sixth, and Little seventh all be willing to treat you so well?"
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