The next day, sure enough, an old traditional Chinese doctor ca to the house, sent by Old Master Lu. It seed he was determined to probe into sothing.
When Mr. Jiu saw this, his expression turned a little sour. What was the aning of this?
Calling a doctor to check soone?
Especially to examine Little Jin’er?
Little Jin’er was lively and healthy, how could she be ill? Was there really a need to invite soone like this to the house?
Upon hearing that it was arranged by Old Sir Lu, and especially that the doctor was a renowned gynecologist, there was no mystery left in the situation.
"Ha, Lu Qing, it seems your family’s Old Sir has quite the dissatisfaction with Little Jin’er."
"Ninth Uncle, it’s a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? I doubt that. Calling for a doctor to the house already speaks volus, doesn’t it? If your family’s Old Sir is displeased with Little Jin’er, he might as well just say it outright."
Qin Miaomiao hurriedly tried to diate:
"Ninth Uncle, it’s just a routine check-up, really nothing serious."
Mr. Jiu snorted coldly and turned to leave.
The old doctor still hadn’t figured out what exactly was going on when Lu Qing directly said to him:
"Go back and tell Grandpa that it’s my health that has so issues, understand?"
The old doctor looked puzzled: "Mr. Lu, what you’re saying, I don’t quite understand."
Lu Qing’s face darkened, and he said in a low voice:
"How much is Grandpa paying you? I’ll double it. Just say it’s my health that has issues and needs adjustnt. If you dare to say anything else, your clinic won’t be able to stay open."
The old doctor shivered from fright. How could he not be afraid?
He was just an ordinary physician. Although he had treated many wealthy clients before, he was fully aware that within these prominent families, there were endless layers of grudges and secrets. Sotis, even if one understood sothing, it was wiser to pretend not to know.
However, looking at it like this, it felt rather strange. What kind of man would openly claim to have health issues?
To take traditional dicine for no apparent reason—such issues, wouldn’t they be... related to *that*?
Even though he thought this to himself, he dared not express it aloud. And if Old Sir Lu asked later, he’d have to stick to what Mr. Lu had instructed. After all, everyone knew that in the Lu Family, it was Lu Qing who called the shots now.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Lu, rest assured, I know what to say."
"Good, then that’s best."
After sending the doctor away, Qin Miaomiao also felt sowhat dispirited. How could Mr. Jiu, a man so sharp and perceptive, not see through the situation?
He was probably angry with Old Sir Lu’s behavior.
"Honey, I’ll go have a word with Ninth Uncle."
"Mm."
Lu Qing’s expression wasn’t great either. Old Sir had gone too far with this stunt.
After all, bringing the doctor directly into the house—he knew full well that Mr. Su was staying here, and as Miaomiao’s adoptive father, even if there was no issue, this move would surely create unnecessary trouble.
It seed that Lu Xing must have said sothing to Old Sir; otherwise, he wouldn’t have acted this way.
Lu Xing was soone who needed to be carefully guarded against.
Ninth Uncle was in the chess room, brewing a pot of tea beside him. He held a chess manual in his hands while Qin Miaomiao sat across from him and said with a smile:
"Ninth Uncle, I’ve co to play chess with you."
Mr. Jiu glanced at her, his expression subtly distant:
"You, huh? You’re always so obliging. No wonder everyone likes to bully you."
"No one’s bullying ."
"Old Sir Lu—yesterday, didn’t he probably say sothing to tease you?"
"Not at all. Grandpa was actually quite nice, just concerned about my health."
Mr. Jiu sneered coldly:
"Concerned about your health? Ha, it’s probably more like concerned about when you’ll give them a great-grandchild."
Qin Miaomiao’s expression turned sowhat forlorn:
"Actually, when you think about it, it’s also my fault for letting Lu Qing down."
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