My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 619 -s 537-538: Take Xiao Bai Out for a Walk
Lu Qing immediately protested:
"Oh? Really?"
Qin Miaomiao commented with professional insight:
"Ninth Uncle’s voice is extraordinary. Deep and resonant with a hint of huskiness, like an aged wine brewed for decades—just taking a whiff would leave one intoxicated. The subtle transitions in his tone carry rhythm and cadence effortlessly. He doesn’t even need to show his face; just listening to him speak is an undeniable pleasure."
This was high praise, especially with how serious her expression was.
Her lavish flattery made Mr. Jiu feel exceedingly pleased.
Although he’s long been in a position of power and is used to people fawning over him, such a perfectly timed compliment that catered to his ego could only come from Little Jin’er.
"Little Jin’er has a good eye. Let’s settle it."
Being able to engage Ninth Uncle, especially without him showing his face and merely lending his voice, Qin Miaomiao considered the deal an absolute steal!
Unfortunately, pleasing Mr. Jiu stirred Lu Qing’s competitive streak instead.
Especially once they were in bed, Lu Qing started settling accounts with her.
"Ninth Uncle’s voice is that good? Hm?"
He leaned close to her ear, his breath warm and charged.
She quickly covered her ears and said:
"Don’t speak into my ear; it feels strange."
"Oh? Are you saying my voice is annoying?"
"How could that be? Your voice is very nice too."
Lu Qing sneered: "Doesn’t sound genuine at all."
Qin Miaomiao restrained the urge to roll her eyes and smiled: "If you keep speaking right by my ear, I really won’t be able to control myself."
He grabbed her hands, pressed them over her head, and said slowly, word by word:
"I’d like to see how exactly you’d lose control."
"I have my period, don’t play around."
"Fine, no need to compete with Ninth Uncle. Forget voice; when it comes to physique, you definitely come out on top. I’m the most qualified to say that."
"You’re deliberately trying to sweet-talk me?"
"How could I be? My dear husband is handsome, wealthy, can host a banquet and whip up a meal, perpetually ranks in the top three of the ’most desirable men to marry,’ masters 180 different moves, each unique, luxurious yet understated with substance. Tell me, with all your advantages, what more could you want?"
She rattled it off in one go. Upon hearing it, Lu Qing broke into laughter—only she could praise someone like this.
"Honey, who corrupted you?"
"You."
"Me? Corrupt you? What a joke—I’m an innocent girl as pure as fresh snow."
She looked utterly innocent, and Lu Qing burst into hearty laughter. Indeed, life with her was always the most entertaining.
Even talking and chatting had become a form of foreplay.
Their life together had fostered an unspoken camaraderie—this was what living was truly about.
With her, every part of him, from his hair down to his toes, felt content.
Living together meant comfort, and everything else had become an ingrained habit, no longer that important.
"Your script—ingeniously crafted—has a cohesive societal framework and values. High concept and tech-forward, very intriguing."
"Also pretty expensive."
Lu Qing stroked her cheek and said: "Making money as your husband is precisely to burn it for you. Otherwise, what’s the point of earning all this? Other women splurge on bags and luxury goods, but your way of spending—I quite fancy it."
Qin Miaomiao chuckled: "Seriously, you don’t think I’m a spendthrift wife?"
"This kind of refined extravagance—completely within my range."
"Dear hubby, your gift for sweet-talking is getting more impressive."
"Besides, don’t you have a few backups to rely on?"
He was referring to Yan Lv, Jin Jing, Song Li, and Meng Yan.
"They? I suspect they’re just addicted to acting. Life is so dull; when money becomes nothing more than numbers, chasing after more interesting things is what gives life meaning."
"Looks like you have loftier artistic pursuits."
"Wouldn’t call it pursuit—it’s more about following my heart. Right now, I just want to focus on filming, loving you, and cherishing my family."
"Excluding the last part—everything before that I love hearing."
Qin Miaomiao flipped over, laughed, and said: "You—still so jealous. Ninth Uncle, Xiao Chen, Little sixth and Little seventh—they’re family too!"
Lu Qing didn’t respond; he simply pressed her head gently and kissed her lips.
In his world, she alone was enough. As for others, since she enjoyed the liveliness of it all, he’d let her indulge in the splendor of this bustling realm.
Preparations for the shoot were proceeding in full swing.
Though funding was plentiful, staffing allocations still presented some challenges. It was at this moment that Lu Lu suddenly came looking for her.
She showed up, but as soon as she entered the front yard, she was scared silly by a lion and a tiger!
What...what?
Her legs turned to jelly, and she froze on the spot, unable to take a single step.
The White Lion let out a roar, and she almost knelt then and there—especially when the lion began slowly sauntering toward her.
"Ahhh!"
She screamed uncontrollably, and the roar provoked Xiao Bai, who nearly pounced.
This woman’s screech—it was so grating. Might as well pounce directly.
"Xiao Bai."
A crisp voice rang out, halting Xiao Bai’s steps. It didn’t approach further, as Qin Miaomiao appeared.
She walked calmly to Xiao Bai’s side, raised her hand, and patted its head lightly:
"Don’t scare people for no reason; this is a guest—be polite."
Xiao Bai turned its head away—this human woman was boring. Better to continue training Little Xiaobai instead.
After soothing Xiao Bai, Qin Miaomiao asked coolly:
"Lu Lu, what brings you here?"
Lu Lu hadn’t yet recovered her composure; it took quite some effort to regain her voice:
"This...this lion—is it yours?"
