Chapter 212 Continue Tormenting the Dog (Part 2)
Chapter 212 of "My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious" starts revealing surprises: The movie ended, but Qin Miaomiao remained seated, unmoving, her face exceptionally red. She had... Read on!
The movie ended, but Qin Miaomiao remained seated, unmoving, her face exceptionally red. She had no idea what happened in the latter half of the movieâLu Qing didnât even give her the chance to watch!
Throughout the entire movie, she couldnât count how many times they kissed. All she knew was that now her lips were red and swollen.
Meanwhile, Lu Qing looked completely... unsatisfied!
"Letâs go, home!"
There was something thrilling about being among the crowd in the darkâit was kind of excitingâbut it had clearly left him frustrated.
As for Little Sixth, he had been fed so much "dog food" he was close to bursting. Should he ask Little Third, Little Fourth, or Little Fifth to trade shifts with him?
Otherwise, if one day he died from overeating "dog food," wouldnât that be just too unjust?
"Little Sixth, prepare the car."
"Yes, Young Master Lu."
"Heading straight back? Iâm starving! Letâs go grab a feast."
"What do you feel like eating? Western cuisine?"
"Nope, I want fish hotpot! Letâs do lamb hotpot instead. Oh, and itâs almost Mid-Autumn Festivalâwe should eat crabs. The fat, juicy ones are the best."
Lu Qing: ...
"Little Sixth, arrange for the best chefs. Before weâre home, make sure everything is prepared."
Little Sixth: ...Young Madamâs preferences are truly unique.
He quickly issued the instructions, knowing that with Young Master Luâs level of pickiness, everything needed to be top-notch and completely authentic!
While in the car, Qin Miaomiao lay on Lu Qingâs lap, half-asleep, as the vehicle sped smoothly down the road.
Qin Miaomiao had become increasingly casual with Lu Qing. On a normal day, he was like a big catâeasy to deal with as long as you stroked him the right way.
But occasionally, when she upset him, heâd transform into a wolfâhard to pacify. Still, his temper with her was always extraordinarily gentle. So, naturally, she just sprawled herself across his lap.
"Honey, Iâm thirsty."
He twisted the cap off a bottle of mineral water and brought it to her lips. After she finished drinking, he even used a tissue to gently wipe her mouth.
"Honey, my shoulders are sore."
His hand landed on her shoulder, massaging lightly. She nearly let out a satisfied moan, so relaxed she could melt.
Driving the car, Little Sixth was doing his best to suppress the internal scream in his heart. He hadnât seen anything, didnât see anything, nopeâhe saw nothing!
Young Master Lu, how have you been reduced to this by a woman?
What happened to your legendary boldness and dominance? What happened to ruling the world?
Once upon a time, you were a storm on the horizon, casually throwing people to feed sharks. Now...
He silently saluted Qin Miaomiao in his heart! The woman of a true boss is terrifying. Heâd better tread even more carefully from now on.
When they got home, everything was promptly prepared. Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing took their seats. The dining table was grand, adorned with her favorite white roses and lit with two candles.
Off to the side was a professional violin ensemble, and as the two raised their chopsticks, they happily began dipping slices of hotpot lamb.
Everything felt slightly bizarre, yet filled with a cozy domestic air. Little Sixth, breathing in the aroma of the lamb, was practically drooling.
Watching those slices of lambâdip them twice, coat them in sesame sauce, and itâs mouthwateringly ready to eat. Then thereâs the ox tripe, quick boiling, and it turns perfectly tender. Add shrimp balls, beef slices...
Little Sixthâs mouth was watering non-stop, swallowing again and again.
He had such a miserable day. As a single man, heâd been bombarded with "dog food" repeatedly, and now they were tormenting him with mouthwatering food.
Was there no justice left in the world?
The atmosphere brimmed with cozy domesticity. After eating several mouthfuls of lamb, Qin Miaomiao finally said:
"Honey, violins donât really go with hotpot. Just have them clear everything out. Also, Little Sixth has worked hardâlet him sit down and eat too."
Little Sixth nearly sobbed on the spot. Young Madam, youâre practically family!
"Little Sixth, who else is nearby? Call Little Second, Little Third, Little Fourth, and Little Fifth over as well. Oh, and Han Shu. Honey, can I invite Jiaojiao too?"
Lu Qing calmly set down his chopsticks, elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, and then looked at her:
"Anyone but Jiaojiao."
Jiaojiao remained his number one rival in love.