Chapter 308: Honey, My Waist Hurts
Chapter 308 of "My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious" unveils: Lin Xiaoxiaoâs management contract was originally under the Long Ting Group, but Lu Qing directly... Continue the story!
Lin Xiaoxiaoâs management contract was originally under the Long Ting Group, but Lu Qing directly transferred it to Yaoguang. Jiaojiao also officially signed with Yaoguang.
Although there werenât many artists, Lin Xiaoxiaoâs fame was more than enough. After all, she was an A-list celebrity, so this publicity meant it wasnât starting from scratch.
Lin Xiaoxiao joked with Jiaojiao, calling her "Boss Lady."
This time, the dinner gathering was quite harmonious, even giving off the illusion of being one big family.
When the dinner party ended, it wasnât too chaotic. Tidying up a bit was enough. Ou Beichen went to sleep, and Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing finally lay down in bed. She was so tired her eyes could barely stay open.
"Hubby, my waist hurts."
Lu Qingâs broad and gentle hand rested on her waist, as he said in a low voice:
"Want me to massage it for you?"
"Yes."
His warm, soft hand rested on her waistâit was both comforting and soothing.
Qin Miaomiao almost wanted to groan in pleasure.
"Harder, yes, a little higher... my shoulders hurt too."
Lu Qing began to lose focus and his thoughts started to wander.
Qin Miaomiao sensed it, glared at him, and playfully scolded:
"Iâm really tired! Youâre not allowed to touch me!"
One hour laterâ
"Lu Qing, you bastard!"
Qin Miaomiao: .....
She shouldnât have trusted his words. This profound lesson had to be rememberedâit was practically a blood-drenched warning!
Unable to tolerate it anymore, she gave him a firm kick off the bed and shouted angrily:
"My waist still hurts! Do you believe Iâll go get a male massage therapist?!"
Lu Qing climbed back up from the floor, his face darkened as he gritted his teeth and said:
"Do you believe Iâll tear down the entire massage parlor!?"
"Tyrant! Dictator! Iâm going to sleep in a separate room from now onâabsolutely!"
Lu Qing directly climbed back into the bed, wrapped her tightly in his arms, and murmured softly:
"Separate rooms? If you dare, Iâll dismantle all the other beds in the house. Letâs see how you manage to sleep apart from me."
She had run into a banditâwhat could she do about it? She felt utterly hopeless!
"Oh, right, thereâs one more thing."
Qin Miaomiao glanced at him weakly and said, "Talk. As long as you donât turn into some kind of insatiable pervert, anything is negotiable."
"Find a time to hold a wedding."
Qin Miaomiaoâs drowsiness instantly vanished. She sat up abruptly, staring at him in astonishment as she asked:
"What did you just say?"
"A wedding."
"Didnât we already get married?"
"We never held a wedding."
Qin Miaomiao searched her memory and realized... it was true... they had indeed never held a wedding.
His hand slipped through her soft hair, resting on her tender, stunningly beautiful face. The slightly rough pad of his thumb caressed her skin, carrying a hint of profound tenderness as he said:
"I want to give you a wedding like no other in the world."
Qin Miaomiaoâs inner romantic teenager burst out instantly!
Ahhhhh! A wedding like no other! She wasnât some overly reserved personâwho wouldnât want a wedding, especially with the person they loved most!
She thought of her past life. That memory felt as disgusting as swallowing a whole flyâutter chaos, especially with Chu Yunhao and Su Moli hooking up on their wedding night. Just thinking about it made her nauseous. Plus, Chu Yunhaoâs atrocious family had made that wedding a miserable experience.