Chapter 81: Not Your Average Bastard

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Not Your Average BastardHe let out a soft grunt but didn’t release her. Instead, his grip tightened, making her let out a muffled groan of pain.

Lu Qing lowered his head to look at her. Her delicate features, paired with her fair and tender face, were now tinged with a faint blush. There was a subtle shimmer in her eyes.

Lu Qing, in high spirits, found Qin Miaomiao more and more pleasing to the eye. This little wife of his, not bad at all.

Lu Qing’s gaze softened as he looked at her. His fingers gently ran through her hair, as though he were petting a beloved pet.

Qin Miaomiao, unable to hold back, yanked his hand away and glared at him:

"I’m not a dog! Stop petting me!"

"Be good. Go to sleep."

That tone—why did it still sound like he was talking to a dog?

Qin Miaomiao rubbed her slightly sore waist, filled with resentment, glaring at him as she said:

"Don’t do that again in the future."

"Do what?"

Did she want to kill someone or what? This man actually learned how to tease her now. Hmmph! She decided to play the weaker side for now. After all, there would be a time—she was certain she’d eventually turn the tables. She refused to believe she’d always be suppressed.

Qin Miaomiao brimmed with confidence, fantasizing about the day she’d have the upper hand. She’d make him kneel on a washboard and sing "Conquer" to her. Hahaha!

"What are you thinking about, grinning so creepily?"

Lu Qing’s cool voice abruptly pulled her back to reality. Especially when looking at his devastatingly handsome face—if he ever called her "Your Majesty" to her face, wouldn’t that be thrilling? Tsk tsk tsk.

"Nothing! Nothing at all! I’m getting out of bed now."

With that, she tried to get up, only for him to grab her wrist. His gaze shifted slightly: "You plan to just go like that?"

She snatched up the bedsheet, shot him a glare, and walked into the walk-in closet, randomly grabbing a piece of clothing.

Lu Qing watched her retreating figure. She came out wearing an oversized white T-shirt that exposed a pair of long, snowy-white legs. Barefoot, her clean, delicate toes twitched slightly.

In a rush to leave, she hastily freshened up. While taking a shower, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and let out a yelp.

She stormed out, wrapped in a bath towel, and solemnly issued a warning:

"Lu Qing, I’m warning you! No more biting in the future! How am I supposed to face people?!"

Lu Qing got up. His tall figure stood before her, radiating an innate sense of intimidation. His gaze swept from her neck down to her toes as he said calmly:

"Who else do you need to face?"

"I..."

In front of him, she suddenly felt her confidence fade. How did that happen?

No, she couldn’t let it happen. She had to fight back.

"So, Lu Qing, I think we need to discuss how we interact moving forward."

Lu Qing placed his hand on her shoulder, the pressure increasing slightly. His voice lowered:

"Madam, what exactly do you want to discuss?"

His dark, unfathomable gaze left Qin Miaomiao momentarily stunned. She panicked and shook her head immediately:

"Nothing! I don’t want to discuss anything!" This man was too terrifying. The further she could stay away from him, the better. A negotiation? Impossible!