My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 600 - 519: Without You by My Side, It’s Easy to Suffer from Insomnia
"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. But that bitch deserves a little punishment. Seriously, is there no justice in this world anymore? Stupid slut, I’m just waiting to see her crash and burn!"
Mo Wenwan felt secretly delighted, but on the surface, she put on an extremely worried expression.
"I’m not going to the wedding, it’d only put me in a bad mood."
"You’re not going? That’s a shame. But I have to see the show for myself."
She stared at the gilded invitation card and sneered coldly. That wedding would certainly be very lively!
The online gossip had reached Qin Miaomiao as well—especially the posts sympathizing with President Qin, which had even climbed to the top of trending topics.
"This is too much, Young Madam. Shouldn’t you just reveal your identity directly? That way, people would stop speculating. What even is this nonsense? Some are saying our Young Master Lu is heartless and abandoned someone."
Qin Miaomiao browsed through the comments and news seriously, her face darkening.
"Not yet. Let’s keep an eye on how things develop first and act at the right moment. Damn it, how dare they call my husband a scumbag? I’ll track them down for sure!"
"Young Madam, this might be tricky. While some of it is fueled by bots, the IP addresses of the people posting those things are all from abroad."
Qin Miaomiao rubbed her temples. Making her and Lu Qing’s relationship public was undoubtedly the best solution, but the timing wasn’t right yet.
"Keep monitoring."
"Understood."
Marriage was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but now, it was being overshadowed by these ridiculous happenings.
Ou Beichen summoned Little sixth and Little seventh and whispered to them:
"Don’t let these matters disturb Sister. Anything regarding this should go straight to me. I’ll handle it."
Little sixth and Little seventh exchanged glances, then replied:
"Understood, Young Master Chen."
It was already ten o’clock, yet Qin Miaomiao was so anxious she couldn’t sleep. She had actually experienced something similar before, but back then, it didn’t feel as significant.
Probably because of certain things, she had a falling out with someone. Later, she learned that on that very night, he even took time to mess around with Su Moli.
Thinking about it now, it still disgusted her.
This time, however, she was marrying Lu Qing—a completely different person. She was keenly aware of that.
Which only made her more nervous.
To avoid misunderstandings, Lu Qing had even been kicked out by Ninth Uncle. She lay on the soft sofa, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the window. Startled, she turned on the light, only to see Lu Qing climbing in.
"How did you get in here?"
Lu Qing grinned smugly: "It’s just the second floor. Do you think that’d stop me?"
"You’re here, just in time. I couldn’t sleep—I’m so nervous."
She grabbed his hand, as if finding her anchor, and exhaled deeply.
"I knew you’d be nervous, so I came especially to keep you company."
"Isn’t the real reason because you missed me?"
"That too."
Qin Miaomiao: .....
"Husband, has your sweet-talking ability been switched off?"
Lu Qing held her in his arms, sat down on the bed, and planted a kiss on her tender cheek:
"Without you by my side, I can’t sleep well."
Qin Miaomiao laughed: "Now that’s more like it. By the way, people online are badmouthing you, calling you a scumbag—it’s pissing me off."
Lu Qing actually chuckled: "So, in order to set the record straight for me, I guess we’ll have to make our relationship public?"
"Are you sure?"
Lu Qing gave her a casual sideways glance: "What else? Or do you plan to let people continue to misunderstand, thinking I’m marrying you for the second time? My first marriage was to you, and even my second marriage is still to you."
