The last two words disappeared from Luo Ling's mouth.
What followed was an even more intense heart palpitation.
Like a wildfire spreading, the once lush green grass was instantly transformed into vibrant red fallen leaves.
It spun around in the wind.
Finally, it was swept up by the wind and danced with it.
I don't know how much time passed, but they seemed to have gotten tired of playing.
The wind gradually stopped.
They lay quietly on the ground, intertwined and embracing each other, together with the fallen leaves.
Luo Miao lay limp and powerless on the bed, biting the blanket in frustration.
He cursed Wen Qi in his heart.
Men are indeed all big pigs.
If he weren't so exhausted, I would definitely have dealt with him.
The satiated man was completely oblivious to the burning passion of the person beside him.
He hugged the person and rubbed against them happily.
She buried her head in his back, laughing with a strangely smug expression.
"If you keep moving, I'll chop off your claws."
Luo Ling spoke through gritted teeth, pressing down on the hands that were causing trouble on her body; she was furious.
Unfortunately, he was in a miserable state right now.
Wen Qi flipped over and pinned the person down again.
She licked his face suggestively, "You little rascal, since you're still so energetic, how about we do it again?"
After saying that, she promptly shut him up.
A new round of discussions about life has begun.
That night, Luo Miao became completely indifferent.
He grumbled and whined as he ordered the culprit to give him a massage, barely managing to improve his mood.
Wen Qi is very good at reading people's expressions and moods.
Seeing that he was gradually calming down, she tentatively began to talk about what hadn't been finished yesterday.
"The person who instructed Ding Jian has been found: Peng Meili and Luo Shenyu."
While speaking, he observed Luo Ling's expression and, finding nothing amiss, continued.
"Lokun's mistress is pregnant, and it's said to be a son."
Luo Ling was puzzled.
What does Peng Meili's dealing with him have to do with the fact that his cheap father's mistress is pregnant?
Wen Qi didn't keep him in suspense.
"The person Ding Jian has been really into lately is that woman outside Luo Kun's relationship."
Luo Ling understood immediately this time.
Peng Meili probably discovered that her mistress was having an affair, but she had no evidence.
She then thought of transferring her hatred onto him.
This way, he can both sow discord between himself and Wen Qi and incite hatred towards the mistress.
At that time, it doesn't matter whether Wen Qi believes him or not.
He's become enemies with that mistress.
Once they start fighting, Peng Meili will reap the benefits.
Moreover, they also took the risks into account.
What if the man is investigated?
An unregistered phone number certainly wouldn't stop Wen Qi from doing this.
But if someone is a straightforward person, then that's a different story.
That's why Gan Rong, who offended Luo Miao, was the best candidate.
No wonder she's a woman who managed to rise to the top among so many mistresses.
One link leads to another.
She's really cunning.
Tsk tsk tsk...A cold smile appeared on Luo Miao's face.
Wen Qi reached out and touched his head with heartache, offering words of comfort.
"Don't be sad. They're just a few clowns. Your man will avenge you. He'll take care of them in no time."
He shamelessly praised himself.
In my heart, I had sentenced that family to death.
Luo Miao slapped the claws off his head without hesitation and struggled to get up.
Wen Qi quickly reached out to help, but Luo Miao grabbed his collar.
"Make sure you have time tomorrow, come with me to the Luo family's house."
Wen Qi's mind went blank for a moment, and he blurted out subconsciously.
"Returning home after the wedding?"
Without waiting for Luo Miao's reply, she continued the conversation on his own.
"Should I bring a carload of jewelry and gold? Or antique jade?"
"Hmm, we'll need to deploy another convoy of Bentleys to clear the way, and then..."
He got more and more excited as he talked.
Luo Miao couldn't help but grab the pillow next to him and throw it, letting out a little lion's roar.
"You are my wife!"
Wen Qi: "...Hehe..."