Chapter 39 Lu Qing, You Have Reacted

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Lu Qing, You Have ReactedFang Li looked at her flustered daughter in front of her, sighed, and patiently said to her: "Lu Lu, you have to stay calm. The days are long. She won’t be able to prance around for much longer." If it weren’t for Lu Lu being too excessive, how would Qin Miaomiao have had an excuse to turn the tables on her instead? She was clever after all. This way, she couldn’t be manipulated anymore. Thinking of how she kept mouthing ’we Lu Family members’ one sentence after another, it infuriated her to no end! Lu Lu was deeply dissatisfied, tugged at her hand, and said in a spoiled tone: "Mom, you know I’ve never liked her. Brother doesn’t seem to like her either. She didn’t even qualify to step through the Lu Family’s doors before. Now Brother brings her back, and she acts this way, as if she can’t wait to drive us out. This is simply too much. If it continues, how can we tolerate it?" Fang Li’s expression darkened as well. She was the rightful mistress of the Lu Family—what was Qin Miaomiao to her? She let out a cold laugh: "Don’t rush. Last night, your brother didn’t even sleep with her." seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. At this thought, Lu Lu also started to laugh, a smug smile forming on her face: "Seems like my brother may not actually like her. But then, why did Brother bring her back to the Lu Family?" Fang Li’s face showed a trace of annoyance. Perhaps it was because she had arranged for him to meet a woman. She always looked down on Qin Miaomiao, so she secretly set him up with a matchmaking candidate—a woman with outstanding looks, family background, and status. Yet, he utterly ignored it and instead brought Qin Miaomiao back to the Lu Family. It was a form of warning. This son of hers deeply resented her meddling too much in his affairs. As Qin Miaomiao walked upstairs, she saw Lu Qing standing at the landing, holding a cup of coffee. Clearly, he hadn’t left, and everything that had just transpired was witnessed by him. Slightly startled upon bumping into him, Qin Miaomiao felt her chest tighten. However, she noticed the corners of his lips lifting into a faint smirk, and he said calmly: "Not bad. You held your ground well." It seemed he was quite entertained by her confrontations with his mother and sister. She knowingly smiled back: "It’s all thanks to Mr. Lu’s coaching." Lu Qing gracefully took a sip of his coffee, the depth in his gaze darkened slightly: "Come to the study with me." She followed him to the study. The shelf was filled with books, and a few paintings hung on the walls. Qin Miaomiao, possessing some level of appraisal skills herself, immediately recognized these were masterpieces, all authentic. The windowsill was bright and clean, with sunlight spilling onto the desk. He sat down on a wooden chair, placing his coffee to the side. To conceal her inner nervousness, Qin Miaomiao also sat on a chair nearby, keeping her legs together, appearing both restrained and modest. "What does Mr. Lu want to talk to me about?" Lu Qing lifted his eyes to look at her. She sat there, her spine straight as bamboo, elegant and refined. Strands of hair fell across her forehead, and her autumn-like gaze rippled softly, revealing subtle allure. Seated a bit farther from him, she felt slightly uneasy under his gaze. She brushed loose strands of hair behind her ear with her hand—her delicate, jade-like earlobe came into view. Her nails, glossed with a faint pink hue, shimmered, while the crescent-white tips appeared enticingly charming. Lu Qing felt a surge of temptation. He wanted to place those alluring slim fingers into his palm, but to suppress such thoughts, he diverted his eyes and took another bitter sip of coffee. "I’ve told you, don’t call me Mr. Lu." Qin Miaomiao suddenly remembered—this man was someone who brooked no disobedience. He had already reminded her once before. Calling him that again was tantamount to challenging his authority. She quickly corrected herself: "I’m sorry, Lu Qing." When these two words came out of her mouth, her crisp yet soft voice sent an inexplicable tingle through the listener’s chest.