Chapter 268: You Have Only One Identity, My Wife
Chapter 268 of "My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious" begins with intriguing events: Just after leaving Sifang City, the cold wind outside blew over, making Qin Miaomiao shiver.... Donât miss it!
Just after leaving Sifang City, the cold wind outside blew over, making Qin Miaomiao shiver. Lu Qing pulled her into his arms. Little Sixth drove the car and stopped in front of them. It wasnât until they got inside that it felt somewhat warmer.
However, Qin Miaomiaoâs hand, placed around his waist, didnât move away. Instead, it slipped inside his clothes, pressing directly against his skin.
She felt so comfortable that she wanted to whistle.
"Did you have fun tonight?"
"I had fun! Your friends are all quite amusing."
Especially since she got to meet her idolâcue confetti and heart fingers.
He held her shoulder with one arm, resting his head on top of hers, speaking indifferently:
"Youâre quite partial to Song San."
What? Was it that obvious?
She hurried to explain, "Cough, cough, cough, I canât win all the time, right? Song San was sitting below me, so it was best to go easy on him. By the way, I lost two hundred thousand this timeâthatâs on you. Remember, you still owe me a million."
Explanation always equates to covering up. She definitely couldnât let the jealous king catch wind that Song Li was her idol. Otherwise, she wouldnât even dare to dream of seeing her idol again in the future!
Lu Qing hooked her chin with one hand; the sensation was so good he couldnât resist pinching it a bit more. Lowering his head, he looked at her:
"When did you learn gambling anyway?"
"I was born with extraordinary talent. Do I need to learn? I could make a fortune relying on gambling alone. But you know, small bets add spice to life, and big bets harm your health. Itâs just for fun."
Looking at her bright, vibrant face full of energy, Lu Qingâs gaze froze slightly, and he couldnât help but say:
"Sometimes, I wonder if youâre still the Qin Miaomiao I used to know."
Qin Miaomiaoâs heart skipped a beat. What did he mean?
"Your gambling, personality, way of handling thingsânone of them bear even the slightest resemblance to before. Itâs as if youâve become a completely different person."
Goosebumps rose all over Qin Miaomiaoâs skin. Did she really need to confess that sheâs not Qin Miaomiao at all? That her true identity was Su Jin? That she once belonged to someone else as their wife?
Seeing her face gradually pale, Lu Qingâs lips curved slightly. His fingers traced her lips as he softly said:
"But so what? As long as youâre my wife, nothing else matters. What I love is this wild, proud, and reckless version of you."
Qin Miaomiaoâs pupils constricted as she asked seriously:
"So even if I might not actually be Qin Miaomiao, it doesnât matter to you?"
Lu Qingâs gaze turned dark, as if he wanted to devour her:
"Thatâs right. You only need to recognize one identity."
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, and she heard him say, "My wife."
Qin Miaomiaoâs heart swayed slightly. He truly didnât care who she was or why she had changed so dramatically. Whether she was Qin Miaomiao or someone else didnât matterâher identity didnât matter, her personality didnât matter. All that mattered was that she was his wife.
How lucky was she to have a husband like this?
Little Sixth glanced at the rearview mirror. As a single dog, he felt stabbed once again. Sure, go ahead and flaunt your love life, but could you do it a bit less excessively?
At first, he thought there would be some sort of domestic drama. But nope, after just a few words, they were already hugging again.
Oh well, guess itâs something youâd get used to. Next time, heâd let Little Seventh drive instead. He needed to find a girl to ease both his physical and emotional needs. Hmph!
Filming for the new movie was nearing completion. Jiaojiaoâs performance earned high praise from the director, while Rong Lanâs transformative acting brought even more highlights to the scenes.
Looking at the rough-cut footage personally edited by the director, Qin Miaomiao was very pleased. It aligned perfectly with her vision. In addition to the suspenseful rhythm, it also featured her favorite aspectâexploring humanity. Good and evil were no longer concepts that could be summed up in a single statement.
"Miaomiao, thereâs a wrap party tonight. Are you coming?"