Chapter 455 - Not as Good as You?
Here is Chapter 455 of "My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious": "The force of action is mutual.""How about you go on top?"Qin Miaomiao swallowed hard, her... Donât miss it!
"The force of action is mutual.""How about you go on top?"
Qin Miaomiao swallowed hard, her expression full of righteous determination:
"If thatâs whatâs needed."
Lu Qing chuckled, amused: "Oh? So youâre not resisting anymore?"
"Sigh, thereâs a saying, when facing oppression..."
Ah, it seemed his wife was getting quite adept at thisâever since sheâd been properly trained, sheâd grown so tender and considerate.
"Fine."
Qin Miaomiao looked at him with a blank expression: "Fine. But, can you transfer me a million first?"
Lu Qing squinted slightly at her: "A million per session? Wife, youâre running quite the profitable business."
Qin Miaomiao said wistfully: "I think staring at the money would make me a bit more excitedâit might heighten my enthusiasm. But thereâs another option: take a look at my shopping cart. Can you pay for everything in it upfront?"
Talking about this right before sleepâhis wifeâs perspective was certainly... unconventional!
"No."
"Why not?"
"Itâll arrive in three daysâwould disturb us. Iâll pay for it after three days."
Qin Miaomiao: ....
Who wouldâve thoughtâher husband was getting harder and harder to fool. Ugh, three whole days and nights? Scary!
Was it really going to be three, whole, days, and nights?
The next day, Qin Miaomiao slept straight through to the afternoon. If it werenât for her stomach growling in protest, she wouldnât have bothered getting up!
Her poor lower backâit was broken, utterly broken, about to snap!
Wearing rabbit pajamas and bear-shaped slippers, she went downstairs, catching a whiff of rich, fragrant chicken soup!
Young Master Lu was wearing an apron, busying himself in the kitchen, simmering soup and cooking. As soon as she sat down, he ladled out a bowl of thick soup and placed it in front of her.
"Youâve worked hard, dear wife. Here, have some hearty soup to replenish your energy."
Qin Miaomiao lifted her eyelids, glanced at him, and said meaningfully:
"I think youâre the one who needs replenishing. Youâve lost too much proteinâif you donât replenish, I doubt youâll hold up."
Lu Qingâs lips curved into a smile: "Never expected my wife to become so insightful. Truly warms my heart."
"No, because if your body gets emptied out, whoâs going to earn money for me? Whoâs going to buy me handbags?"
Lu Qing: .....
Recently, his wife had mastered a new skillâsharp-tongued banter. Probably her way of exacting revenge for yesterday. Clearly, the resentment ran deep.
As Qin Miaomiao drank her soup, she suddenly seemed to recall something and asked urgently:
"Last night, did you use protection?"
"I did."
Well, for the first half of the night, at least. By the second half, he hadnâtâbut Qin Miaomiao had been too exhausted to care.
She let out a relieved sighâthank goodness. The thought of pregnancy for now? Too troublesome.
Lu Qing carried over a few dishes, and Qin Miaomiao, ravenously hungry, polished off three full bowls of rice, yet still didnât feel satisfied.
After eating, she started feeling drowsy again. She sprawled out on the sofa, completely unwilling to budge.
Lu Qing, ever considerate, didnât push her further. She used his abdomen as a pillow, continuing to lounge, while he fiddled with his phone, apparently handling work.
"Honey, do you really think weâre going to stay cooped up for three whole days?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Wonât it get boring?"
Lu Qing replied casually: "Not at all. I ordered a few things onlineâtheyâll arrive later. Youâll be surprised when you see them."
Qin Miaomiao instantly perked up: "Are they handbags? Clothes? Or necklaces?"