She muttered haughtily, but then saw Lu Qing reach out to pat her head. His expression softened, completely different from the first ti she t him.
Back then, he forced himself on her and threw a divorce agreent at her.
Qin Miaomiao suddenly felt a dull ache in her chest. She pulled his hand away and muttered:
"Lu Qing, don’t deliberately be nice to . Our agreent has two months and twenty-one days left. When the ti’s up, we’ll get divorced."
Lu Qing’s gaze instantly turned cold:
"You rember it so clearly?"
"Can’t help but rember it clearly."
She didn’t want to let herself get lost in his fleeting tenderness—it was far too dangerous.
Lu Qing narrowed his eyes and asked:
"Are you so eager to divorce ?"
Qin Miaomiao widened her eyes and looked at him, retaliating:
"You’re not? The one who was desperate to divorce back then was you!"
"I..."
Lu Qing hesitated as if hiding sothing, then said coldly:
"Take care and rest."
He finished speaking and walked out. At that mont, Han Shu stood outside and said respectfully:
"Young Master Lu, London has sent news: Miss Mo is critically ill."
Lu Qing’s expression imdiately tightened: "What happened?"
"Not entirely clear. Logically, Miss Mo’s heart surgery had been going smoothly, and the rejection symptoms over the past few months had subsided. There shouldn’t have been any issue."
"Arrange a plane to London—imdiately!"
Han Shu hesitated for a mont and cautiously asked:
"And... what about Madam here?"
"You stay behind and take good care of her."
Han Shu nodded, his expression complicated as he glanced at the hospital room. Indeed, whenever it involved Miss Mo, Young Master Lu would lose his composure. If Madam found out, she’d surely be heartbroken.
Lu Qing hadn’t been gone long before Qin Miaomiao beca aware of his departure. Naturally, Han Shu ca up with an impeccable excuse.
However, for Qin Miaomiao, it didn’t matter. If he truly stayed behind to take care of her, she might have felt even more uneasy.
Two months and twenty-one days—that wasn’t much ti left. Aside from carefully completing her plans, she had to stay as far away from Lu Qing as possible.
She’d had enough of being deceived by n, of being foolish her entire life. This ti, she would never repeat the sa mistakes—never!
On the second day of her hospitalization, Lu Lu learned her brother had gone on a business trip. Her first reaction was to co to the VIP hospital room to provoke her.
"Qin Miaomiao, don’t think that just because you’re hurt, my brother will cherish you. In his heart, you’re nothing."
Qin Miaomiao lay quietly, not even opening her eyes.
"You must’ve tattled to my brother, right? But he doesn’t believe you at all. Your little sches have already failed."
She still didn’t give any response.
"Stop pretending you don’t hear . Anyway, you won’t stay smug for long."
Only then did Qin Miaomiao look at her, her gaze deep and distant. She spoke in a calm voice:
"It’s only seven o’clock in the morning, and you’re here to say all this. Don’t you think you’re wasting your ti? Aren’t you only in your second year of university? I heard you’re enrolled in a prestigious film academy. Shouldn’t your classmates be auditioning for different productions? Oh, but you probably think you don’t need to hustle as a mber of the Lu Family—you can just land the leading role as long as the movie’s funded by Long Ting Group. The key question is: do you really think your brother would waste money on this?"
Lu Lu was surprised and quickly asked:
"How do you know?"
"As your sister-in-law, if I didn’t even know about this, wouldn’t that make far too foolish?"
"Besides, I also know about your two classmates—that Lin Yufei, for example. She’s already made a na as an e-sports strear, with a considerable fan base, and she’s intentionally revealed her identity as a wealthy heiress, earning her the title of goddess. Based on status, you’re clearly above her. You’re no less attractive either, so why is she a goddess while you’re not?"
Lu Lu feigned a dismissive attitude and replied:
"I don’t CARE at all."
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