Chapter 95: Worse than a Beast

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Worse than a Beast"So what if I am?"

Lu Qing inhaled the delicate fragrance emanating from her body, his hand wandering across her form, unable to resist the urge to simply take her then and there. The car’s interior was well-sealed; even Old Wang, the driver, wouldn’t be able to see anything. If he wanted to do something, he could.

"You beast!"

"If I don’t make a move on you now, you’ll think I’m worse than a beast."

Qin Miaomiao was on the verge of breaking down. Reasoning with this bastard was absolutely futile!

"Fine, do as you wish! If you’re capable of making a move on a sick person."

She adopted a posture akin to a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, completely unresisting. Her pale face, obviously not feigned, combined with her demeanor—if he still had the audacity to take action, then he truly would be worse than a beast.

He didn’t press any further, instead stroking her hair gently, his voice softening:

"Rest. Let’s head back to the hospital."

"I don’t want to go back to the hospital."

"Then let’s go back to the Lu Mansion."

"I... Can I not go back to the Lu Mansion?"

Her head rested on his lap as she tilted her face upward to look at him. The position was awkward, yet strangely harmonious.

Lu Qing’s patience with her was unparalleled; he had always been a tyrant toward everyone else.

"Alright."

Huh? He agreed just like that?

"Sleep. I’ll wake you when we arrive."

Perhaps it was his captivating voice, but she found herself lured into a drowsy state. Closing her eyes, she truly fell asleep. By the time she woke up—

Huh?

She was in his arms? And he was still holding her?

Startled awake, she instinctively struggled to get down, only for him to hold her tighter, his deep voice commanding:

"Don’t move. We’re almost home."

Home...? What home?

As they stepped out of the elevator, she was greeted by a corridor adorned in lavish gold and jade. Even the corridor had been decorated to such a degree—it felt like an extravagant waste.

The door was secured by a fingerprint lock. He said:

"Later, don’t forget to register your fingerprint."

"Oh... okay."

Qin Miaomiao nodded instinctively before realizing that she was still in his arms, her hands wrapped around his neck, her gaze fixed on his face at such close range.

Hmm... his face was flawless, his skin remarkably smooth, and his eyelashes even longer than hers. The more she looked, the more handsome he appeared. If he became a celebrity, he would undoubtedly become the nation’s idol!

The longer she stared, the more mesmerized she became. If she kept this up, she might just turn into his fangirl.

"This is?"

"My private apartment."

Liar. What kind of apartment is this big? The living room alone was easily over 100 square meters, and it was a duplex, decorated extravagantly!

Her gaze landed on the paintings on the walls, and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be genuine masterpieces!

Any one of them, if put up for auction, could fetch millions without a doubt!

Such treasures casually displayed in the living room—was that really okay? What if someone stole them?

"Let me take you to the bedroom. Is your head still hurting? I’ll call the doctor to change your dressing."

Without allowing her to touch the ground, he carried her straight to the bedroom. The room’s black-and-white decor perfectly matched his cool demeanor. He carefully placed her on the bed and thoughtfully tucked her in. Qin Miaomiao felt utterly overwhelmed—when did Young Master Lu suddenly become so gentle?

The doctor arrived shortly, changed her dressing, and confirmed that she was recovering well enough to stay out of the hospital, as long as her dressings were changed regularly.

Lu Qing escorted the doctor out, then returned to the bedroom. Seeing that she had already fallen asleep, he didn’t disturb her and proceeded to handle his work in the living room.

Qin Miaomiao slept deeply through the afternoon. When she woke up, the sky was completely dark. As her eyes shot open, her face was drenched in cold sweat, as though she had experienced a long, harrowing nightmare. She gasped for air.

At that moment, an arm wrapped around her, settling over her shoulder.

"Nightmare?"

Qin Miaomiao looked at him as if she’d seen a ghost, her voice raised several octaves:

"Why are you here?"