My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 640 - 559: You Should Spare the Chicken Leg

"So, is that person really the killer? The one who murdered Director Zhao?"

Lu Qing shook his head. "I can’t be certain. If that person really killed Director Zhao, they wouldn’t think to frame me. It’s obvious there’s a hidden mastermind."

"Who exactly is this hidden mastermind, and why are they trying to frame you?"

"Haven’t caught them yet, but eventually they’ll reveal their true colors. No need to worry."

"If they’re not caught, you’ll stay in constant danger. How can I not worry? This whole thing has been an undeserved disaster from the start!"

Filming a movie—just that—it shouldn’t have spiraled into a murder case.

And now there’s even a trap of framing involved? This is clearly intent on ruining someone. If there really is a mastermind, that person is terrifying.

A dreadful opponent. In the days ahead, are they meant to live in perpetual fear?

Lu Qing gently stroked her back, showing no trace of panic on his face. He said softly:

"Are you scared?"

"Not scared. I’m just worried about you."

"I’m fine. But you, on the other hand—be extra careful. You’re my weakness. If they can’t breach my defenses, they’ll likely come after you."

Qin Miaomiao chuckled coldly. "What, you seriously think I’m a pushover, easy to squeeze? I’m your wife after all. If I can’t even defend myself, then I shouldn’t bother. Besides, I have seven bodyguards as my protectors."

"Oh? Seems like you’re full of confidence."

"After taking such a hit, I only want to drag that bastard out."

"No rush, there will be chances."

Seeing the fatigue on his face, Qin Miaomiao felt her heart ache:

"You must be exhausted, dealing with that swarm of insistent reporters by yourself. Husband, you’re incredible. Their arguments were so sharp, yet you managed to shut them down completely. I was sweating on your behalf the whole time."

"If I couldn’t handle a pack of reporters, then I probably shouldn’t be doing this."

Now, his emotions seemed a little more evident.

Qin Miaomiao cooperated, putting on an admiring expression. "Alright then, you’re the best. Let’s go home, have Little Seventh prepare a grand feast—how does that sound?"

"Right now, I only want to eat your homemade noodles."

"Got it! Whatever my husband wants, I’ve got to meet that request. Shall I fry you an extra egg?"

"Good girl."

"I’m hungry too. Can I have something meaty? Like crawfish, crabs, hot pot—something like that. These past days, worrying about you, I’ve lost my appetite and grew thin."

Lu Qing pinched her cheek:

"True, your face looks thinner—so why hasn’t your belly slimmed down?"

Qin Miaomiao: ...

"That’s too much! Who makes fun of their own wife like that? Aren’t you supposed to love me no matter what? You’re clearly being picky now!"

"The more you gain weight, the less others will be interested in you—that’s actually better."

Qin Miaomiao shot him a sideways look:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really think that way? So narrow-minded. Fine, you win. I’ll curb my appetite and eat plain noodles with you!"

"Such a sacrifice for me."

"Not at all. That fried egg is mine though. Don’t even think about it!"

Lu Qing couldn’t help but break into laughter. His adorable wife—always like this, even in conversation, filled with such a homely charm.

She made him feel so at ease.

"Alright, alright, all yours. I won’t eat it." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"How about adding some ham? Oh, and there’s frozen chicken wings—we can treat it as a little side dish. I think there’s also kimchi left. Didn’t you say I’m hopeless in the kitchen? I’ll make fried chicken legs for you—how’s that?"

Lu Qing: "Wife, just spare the chicken legs this time."