My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 79: Come, Sit on My Lap

"No."

"You, sleep on the couch. Your activity range is limited to the living room. If you dare step beyond this line, you won’t be leaving the room tomorrow."

Jin Jing had never seen such an arrogant woman. Even when she was drunk, she was like a cat with claws. Now that she was sober—unbelievable!

"You... you’re an actress, huh?"

"So what? Got a problem with that?"

"Hey, why’s every word out of your mouth so sharp? Over at Sifang, I’m a big deal, you know. You better watch it, or I’ll make sure you’re blacklisted."

Xu Jiaojiao shot him a glance and slowly moved closer, forcing him back onto the couch. As she looked at that ridiculously handsome face, Jin Jing’s heart suddenly started pounding uncontrollably.

With the two of them inches apart, she let out a sharp laugh:

"Oh please, blacklisting me? Go right ahead. But, if you keep spewing nonsense, you won’t even get to sleep on the couch tonight!"

Wah wah wah, this chick is terrifying. Did he run into a fake woman?

Heaven is so unfair! Why is Lu Qing’s woman soft and easygoing, while his turns out to be a tomboy? Does this even honor his reputation as Hua Hua the playboy extraordinaire?!

Meanwhile, on Qin Miaomiao’s end, after being pulled into the car, Young Master Lu hit the gas and whisked her away, giving her a demonstration of what it means to drift.

She thought she’d scream, but instead, her expression stayed calm, with even a hint of excitement.

Unable to hold back, her eyes sparkled as she looked at him tentatively and said:

"Aston Martin ONE-77?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Looks great, and the performance is amazing. Young Master Lu clearly has excellent taste."

"It’s Jin Jing’s."

Qin Miaomiao immediately changed her tone: "Can I test drive it? I promise to drive carefully."

Lu Qing glanced at her, a trace of dark intent flashing in his eyes. One hand left the steering wheel and patted his thigh lightly as he said calmly:

"Want to drive? Sit on my lap."

"...."

Qin Miaomiao shut her mouth. Is this guy possessed recently?

Flirting with her all the time?

Or is it just another tactic to throw her off? Maintain distance! Absolutely maintain distance!

Still, Lu Qing did give her a taste of the thrill of drifting down Akina Mountain, slightly satiating her craving. But just before getting out of the car, his words left her momentarily dumbfounded.

"You’ve never been able to drive, let alone race."

What was that supposed to mean? Was he suspecting something?

Qin Miaomiao’s mind raced as she forced a laugh and replied:

"I secretly learned on my own."

"Did you now?"

From the moment Qin Miaomiao woke up at the hospital, Lu Qing had noticed so many differences in her. Naturally, he had someone investigate.

The wife in front of him—he didn’t understand her at all. After a few encounters, she repeatedly crossed his lines.

Unexpectedly, after a bout of suicide, her entire demeanor shifted, as if she’d become a completely different person. It was only natural for him to be suspicious.

"After experiencing life and death, a person tends to figure out a lot of things. Lu Qing, I’m not the Qin Miaomiao I used to be. So, you don’t need to judge me by your old standards. Besides, for you, there’s only three months left between us. I’ll do my best to fulfill Mrs. Lu’s duties—isn’t that enough?"

Lu Qing suddenly slammed the brakes, causing her body to lurch forward sharply, only to be pulled back by the tension of the seatbelt. When she looked at him, his eyes were as deep and dark as an abyss, as if trying to suck her soul right into them.

"Get out."

He said, his expression unreadable. Qin Miaomiao obediently stepped out of the car.

Then, she watched as Lu Qing parked the car, stepped out with his long legs, his black shirt accentuating his commanding silhouette and oppressive aura. He walked toward her.

With one arm wrapping around her shoulder, she, though not short herself, seemed small and delicate beside him. His iron grip enveloped her, placing her firmly within his sphere of control.