Chapter 66 Sorry, I was impulsive
Chapter 66 of "My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious" begins with suspenseful moments: Chapter 66: Chapter 66 Sorry, I was impulsiveChu Yunhao jumped down, but it was purely... Donât miss it!
Chapter 66: Chapter 66 Sorry, I was impulsiveChu Yunhao jumped down, but it was purely for his own image. After all, Su Qiong, his cousin, had jumped down first. If he didnât act, the "devoted-love-to-wife" persona he cultivated would collapse completely, wouldnât it!
She tugged at Lu Qingâs sleeve, tilted her head to look at him. On her delicate face, light and shadow shifted, and those pitch-dark eyes stared directly at him. She blinked, her voice soft:
"Take me away from here, okay?"
Since waking up in the hospital, she had never spoken to him in this tone.
Lu Qingâs heart felt like it had been scratched by catâs clawsâitchy, with a hint of numbness.
He uttered an "Mm" in response.
Soon, the sound of helicopter rotors spinning came from above the ship, and the people on the deck hurriedly scattered.
"Letâs go."
He said, pulling her onto the helicopter. She was in a bit of a daze, so...
She said she wanted to leave, and he went ahead and arranged a helicopter for her?
As the helicopter ascended, she looked down at the people who had been rescued. They were lying on the deck, gasping for breath, like half-dead dogs.
Su Moli and Chu Yunhao stared dumbfounded at the helicopter, looking utterly ridiculous.
Qin Miaomiao suddenly laughed, raised her middle finger at them, and mouthed something. Even from such a distance, they couldnât hear her, but based on her lip movements, it was clear she mouthed two words.
Su Moliâs face turned pale. It seemed... she said "Su Jin"!
Su Jin? Why did she say Su Jin?
Could it be that she knew she wasnât Su Jin?
Shocked and angry, Su Moli suddenly fainted!
Watching the panic-stricken faces on the deck, Qin Miaomiao took a deep breath. The first battleâshe won.
"It seems youâre quite pleased with yourself."
Lu Qingâs voice came from close by. His hand was still at her waist, and the two of them were practically glued together.
Qin Miaomiao quickly broke free from his embrace, shuffled to the side, and grabbed a handle with one hand to prevent herself from falling due to the turbulence.
She said earnestly:
"Mr. Lu, thank you for lending your assistance."
Lu Qing stared at her profile, his gaze intense, as if he wanted to burn holes into her face. His voice was so low and magnetic that it almost seemed a waste that he wasnât a singer.
"Used me for your purposes, and now youâre planning to turn your back on me?"
Feeling the palpable danger, Qin Miaomiao couldnât help but let her mind wander with random thoughts. This manâs eyes were far too sharp, and she didnât even dare to meet his gaze.
She muttered softly:
"Whoâs using you? Iâm just... just..."
"You just picked up the invitation card I left in the trash, snuck onto the yacht, yet ended up bullied and almost pushed into the sea. Qin Miaomiao, where is your brain? When you decided to provoke these people, did you even think about a backup plan first?"
"I can swim."
She had won swimming championships, you know!
Lu Qingâs lips curled with a hint of a cold sneer: "If youâd managed to kill Mrs. Chu, do you think Chu Yunhao wouldâve let you off the hook? Out at sea, making someone disappear is the easiest thing in the world."
Qin Miaomiao felt as if sheâd been drenched in cold water from head to toe. Her face gradually darkened.
Indeed, within Chu Yunhaoâs domain, she might not be able to take Su Moliâs life; instead, she might find herself eliminated by them.
Given a second chance at life, she had almost committed another fatal mistake! Just downright foolish.
"Iâm sorry. I was too impulsive."
She lowered her head, her face pale. Her eyelashes resembled feathers, dropping shadows as they hung low. Although she wore a safety harness, her snow-white neck was exposed.
Lu Qingâs attention was effortlessly drawn to her. He raised his hand to gently ruffle her soft hair. The texture was excellentâjust like the Persian cat he owned. But this cat carried claws; not only was it not docile, it scratched back.
He uttered another faint "Mm," his gaze dark and unreadable, as it lingered on her snow-white neck.