Lu Qing finally turned around, looking at her face, and said indifferently:
"Miao Miao, you need to understand one thing."
"What is it?"
"We are one. Your business is my business. I know Rong Lan moved you, so you want to make it up to him. But this matter cannot be resolved through compensation. What he wants isn't just compensation—what he wants is you! This was just a prelude. It's already caused distance between us. If you continue to stay by his side, I can't guarantee I won't just destroy him and make him disappear from this world forever."
Qin Miaomiao stared at him wide-eyed:
"You really would?"
A cold glint flashed in Lu Qing's eyes: "Trying to steal my wife? What do you think?"
"But… he's your… relative."
Lu Qing cast a sharp glance at her, and she instantly understood his meaning. Relative?
A distant cousin, that's all. Nothing of real significance. Dare to steal his woman—how could he tolerate it?
