Chapter 164: That was quick, already defending your husband?
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Chapter 164: Chapter 164: That was quick, already defending your husband?Ninth Uncle let out an ambiguous laugh, his gaze toward her carrying a hint of admiration:
"Switched to a new body, and your brain seems to have cleared up a bit."
"Being killed by someone and still not figuring things outâwouldnât that be a wasted death?"
"Whatâs your plan to deal with Chu Yunhao?"
Qin Miaomiao smiled faintly. Her skin was delicate, and when she smiled, two dimples appeared, making her look extraordinarily captivating.
"Naturally, a blood debt will be paid in blood."
Mr. Jiuâs eyes shone with a dark light as he replied slowly:
"Making him die is easy."
Qin Miaomiao shook her head:
"Killing him now would be too easy for him. He needs to lose everything first. He revels in power, so weâll strip him of his authority. He loves wealth, so weâll make him bankrupt. As for the woman he treasures, weâll make him personally destroy her."
Such chilling words, coming from her lips, were particularly shocking. Mr. Jiu scrutinized her further; her temperament was undeniably aligning more and more with his tastes.
"It seems you want to handle this personally."
"Of course."
"You donât wish to use my methods?"
Qin Miaomiao curved her lips into a smile and stepped forward, an emotion resembling gentle reverence rippling in her eyes as she said softly:
"How could I tarnish Ninth Uncleâs hands?"
Mr. Jiu felt a subtle stirring in his heart as he raised his hand to touch the top of her head. The fine strands of hair, her pure, youthful face, and the tender aura reminded him of the soft, chubby little girl he had kept in his memory. He couldnât help but feel a bit more affectionate toward her.
"Youâve become much more sensible."
"Ninth Uncle, I was wrong before. I was stubborn and foolish. Can you forgive me?"
Back then, because of Chu Yunhao, her relationship with Mr. Jiu had grown distant. In the end, he still offered her a path out, though she never had the chance to take it.
In this lifetime, she wanted to make amends.
Mr. Jiuâs gaze at her showed a trace of astonishment. After a moment, he said lightly:
"That depends on your performance."
Qin Miaomiao was overjoyed. It seemed Ninth Uncle no longer minded her rebelliousness from before.
At that moment, a servant approached and reported, prompting Mr. Jiu to react slightly:
"Let him in."
"Yes, Mr. Jiu."
He glanced at Qin Miaomiao with a faint smile and said slowly:
"Someone has come to see you."
"Lu Qing? Heâs here?"
Qin Miaomiao was a little surprised. She hadnât tried to conceal anything from himâin fact, it wasnât something she could hide anyway. But she didnât expect him to find her so quickly.
Mr. Jiu leisurely poured a cup of tea and said:
"Since heâs here, you might as well meet him. Letâs also observeâwhat kind of man have you married? Does he deserve you?"
Qin Miaomiao blushed a little and coughed lightly: "Uh, Ninth Uncle, please go easy on him."
"Whatâs this? Already standing up for him? In that case, I certainly need to test him properly. Lao Si, go meet him."
"Yes."
The black-clad man who had been standing quietly to the side immediately walked out. He had a robust build and an imposing presence, clearly someone with martial training!
Qin Miaomiao started to feel uneasy. She tugged at Mr. Jiuâs sleeve and murmured in a slightly coquettish tone:
"Ninth Uncle, please donât harm him."
Mr. Jiu cast her a sidelong glance: "Already turning against me for someone else?"
"Well, heâs my husband. I have to stand up for him a little."
Mr. Jiu sneered: "So youâve learned to care for people. Why donât you know how to respect your elders?"
Qin Miaomiao was startledâwas Ninth Uncle... jealous?
She immediately poured him another cup of tea, kneading his shoulders in an overly sweet manner as she said:
"Itâs my fault for being thoughtless. Ninth Uncle, donât get angry. Does this feel better?"
"Too light."
"Oh, then Iâll apply more pressure."
Qin Miaomiao obediently took on the role of his masseuse, tending to him with the utmost care. Seeing his fatigue, she even reached out to massage his temples.
Just then, a cold and severe voice erupted:
"Qin Miaomiao, what are you doing!"