When Lu Qing returned to the master bedroom, Qin Miaomiao was lying on the bed, covered tightly with a blanket, only exposing her small face, which looked slightly flushed with an unusual shade of red.
Lu Qing pulled off his tie, threw it onto the bed, and stood by the bedside watching her, a flicker of darkness passing through his eyes.
"Did you clean it off?"
"Cleaned it."
"What's with the video?"
Here it comes. Sure enough, there's no way this King of Jealousy wouldn't ask about that. Qin Miaomiao looked completely innocent and earnestly explained:
"I fell down and couldn't walk, so Rong Lan helped me up."
Lu Qing's eyes darkened further, his tone brooking no argument:
"Terminate his contract, or I'll blackball him. Your choice."
Qin Miaomiao glared at him: "Why are you so overbearing?"
"If I were truly overbearing, I'd have already crippled his hand for daring to touch my woman. He's courting death."
