My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious Chapter 679 - 598: The Dark History Must Be Preserved

Jin Jing: "Why is it so lively here? I have to join this bet. I bet on Mr. Jiu to win—one plate of kidneys."

Yan Lv: "Then I’ll bet one plate of spicy vermicelli."

Song Li: "Teppanyaki beef."

ng Yan: "Teppanyaki squid."

Hearing this, Qin Miaomiao was practically drooling. Compared to money or whatever, food was way more enticing.

"Who are you guys betting on to win?"

"Of course, Mr. Jiu."

"Yeah, yeah, it’s obvious Brother Lu is going to lose."

Qin Miaomiao looked at the unanimous agreent of the group and couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise:

"What happened to being good brothers? You’re all betraying him in perfect unison?"

"Actually, we just want to taste his cooking, that’s all. So, Mr. Jiu, make sure to crush Brother Lu hard."

Mr. Jiu’s lips curved upward. Lu Qing’s friends were definitely amusing.

Lu Qing didn’t look surprised at all; he just smiled and said:

"Fine, just wait for so ’gourt’ disasters. I’ll make sure you all puke. And if anyone refuses to eat, I’ll shove it down your throats!"

ng Yan: "Brother Lu, that’s not very sportsmanlike of you. To punish us, you’re planning to throw the ga on purpose, huh?"

Mr. Jiu added fuel to the fire, perfectly tid: "This is about a man’s dignity. You’re not seriously thinking of intentionally losing, are you?"

Song Li gave a thumbs-up: "Mr. Jiu’s the best! One sentence, and now your entire manly pride is on the line. Brother Lu, if you lose, you’re not just losing—you’ll have zero dignity left."

Lu Qing: "Shut up!"

Qin Miaomiao imdiately started cheering him on: "Go, hubby! You’ve got to win! Mr. Jiu never cooks—I’ve always wanted to try his food."

Mr. Jiu played along with a laugh: "I can at least make plain rice. If I lose, I’ll make you a bowl of soy sauce egg rice."

Qin Miaomiao: ....

From the sound of it, she felt utterly unappetized.

Soon, the horse riding and archery competition was about to begin. The targets had been set up by the servants, resembling an ancient riding range. Contestants had to shoot arrows while riding at full speed.

Compared to modern archery skills, this was on a whole different level of difficulty.

It looked epic in historical dramas, but filming it clearly relied on special effects.

Now, these two were doing it for real.

Mr. Jiu was the first to step up. His vigor and confidence were dashing, leaving everyone in awe.

"Mr. Jiu looks so cool! Go, Mr. Jiu!"

Qin Miaomiao turned into an instant fangirl, cheering him on. Mr. Jiu heard her, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly—indeed, he still had it in him.

Jin Jing: "Looks like Mr. Jiu’s an old pro. You can tell just by looking at his aura; Brother Lu’s up against a real expert."

ng Yan: "Has Brother Lu ever shot arrows before?"

Song Li: "I think he has? I vaguely rember he might’ve, but his skills were so-so—definitely worse than mine."

Yan Lv: "Looks like it’s ga over for him. We’ve got ourselves a nice treat coming, with Brother Lu cooking."

Jin Jing: "Honestly, though, can we even eat whatever Brother Lu makes? If he deliberately sabotages us and cooks so ’cursed cuisine,’ what then?"

Song Li: "That was an oversight. Considering Brother Lu’s petty, vengeful personality, he might actually throw the match on purpose. Maybe we should sneak off?"

ng Yan: "Sneak off? No way! Here, take out your phones. We’ll record a video of him losing and use it as dirt on him later. Perfect for blackmail."

Listening to their murmuring, Qin Miaomiao grew increasingly skeptical. Were these really her husband’s friends?

They were obviously frenemies! Forget about "taking a bullet for him"—these guys were more about "stabbing him twice in the back!" Unbelievable!

After silently roasting them in her mind, she quietly pulled out her phone. No matter what, save this blackmail-worthy footage first, just in case.