My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 44: Brother Complex and Jealousy

Especially when she saw that one of the items was the cheongsam her mother left her, which had been slashed to pieces, completely wrecked, her anger instantly flared up.

Fine, very fine. It seems that just a war of words wasn’t enough to satisfy that spoiled woman. She had to resort to action.

The contents of these few boxes must be worth... millions, right? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

She curled her lips. Since the evidence was delivered right to her hands, how could she not make the most of it?

Around seven in the evening, Lu Qing returned to the Lu Family home. Lu Lu and Fang Li were having dinner, but Qin Miaomiao was nowhere to be seen.

As soon as Lu Lu saw him, she immediately set down her chopsticks and walked over to him, gripping his arm and acting spoiled:

"Brother, you’re back."

"Where’s your sister-in-law?"

Lu Lu’s expression instantly stiffened slightly. He comes home, and the first thing he cares about is that woman?!

"Brother, you must be hungry. Tonight, Sister-in-law Li made your favorite sweet and sour ribs. You should try them."

She pulled Lu Qing toward the main table and had him sit down.

Fang Li didn’t show much enthusiasm toward him, just gave a half-hearted question:

"You’re back?"

"Mm."

He, in turn, also treated his mother with noticeable indifference.

"Brother, I recently saw a necklace I really like. I heard it will be auctioned in a few days. Can you bid on it for me?"

"Mm."

He didn’t even ask the price, agreeing straight away. Lu Lu looked rather smug.

Her brother doted on her immensely. Whatever she wanted, he would always figure out a way to get it for her.

Qin Miaomiao’s clothes? So what? Just a measly million. If she cuts them all up, that woman probably wouldn’t dare say a word!

But even if she did, her brother likely wouldn’t believe her.

"Brother, you’re the best. Thank you, brother."

She smiled at him sweetly, like the most carefree princess. Lu Qing’s gaze softened slightly as he looked at her.

Between Fang Li and Lu Qing, there was barely any interaction. After finishing dinner, she went straight back to her room.

Lu Qing also went back to his room, only to witness a rather surprising sight.

Qin Miaomiao was practicing a headstand, her head down and feet up. Her face was drenched in sweat; it seemed she had been upside down for quite a while.

Lu Qing didn’t say a word, watching her quietly with interest. Five minutes later, she finally came down, drenched in sweat, her cheeks flushed like they were painted with rouge. Her skin looked soft and radiant.

She wiped her face with a towel and said to him:

"Sorry, I have a habit of exercising. Please wait a little longer; my workout isn’t finished yet."

"Alright, take your time."

Lu Qing was an exercise enthusiast himself, though most of his workouts were high-intensity. Initially, he didn’t think much of her simple indoor exercises.

But after watching for a while, he started noticing subtleties. Her self-training may appear straightforward, but in terms of intensity, it was anything but light.

It especially focused on training the abdominal muscles. No wonder her abdomen was so different from that of average women—her abs were even well-defined.

After completing a few sets of exercises, she stood up, removed her earbuds, and only then did Lu Qing notice the somewhat damaged state of her clothes. It looked like her long shirt had been slashed a few times. She had tied up the hem, exposing her abdomen, and her high ponytail revealed her smooth forehead.

Beads of sweat dotted her nose, and her body was drenched. She wiped herself with a towel and asked in a curious tone:

"What’s the matter?"