My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 671 - 590: The More We Chat, the More Off Topic We Get
Lu Qing burst into laughter: "You, huh, what I mean is, I only want to sleep with you. As for other women, not a single one interests me. Besides, this doesn’t count as holding back. Your technique is improving remarkably—it’s commendable. In the past, you couldn’t wrap things up under half an hour, but now, ten minutes and it’s done. Good job."
Qin Miaomiao felt like she was being praised, but when she thought about it more closely, she had an inkling that something wasn’t right. What wasn’t right?
She gripped his arm playfully and teased:
"Are you sure it’s me who’s gotten better, and not you... not able to last?"
Lu Qing’s eyes immediately darkened, and he said slowly:
"Sweetheart, are you questioning my prowess?"
"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare."
"Want to test it again? I promise I’ll last half an hour."
Qin Miaomiao realized she had set a trap for herself and nearly fell into it. She quickly waved her hands:
"No need, no need, I was just joking. My husband is amazing—every time it’s half an hour. Please, spare me, my mouth is getting sore."
Lu Qing: ....
Well, she’s officially become a graduate of his teasing school.
She’s even surpassed him, coming up with cheeky responses in such direct and effortless ways.
This was exactly what he liked about her—simple and fun.
Not pretentious or dramatic.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and whispered into her ear:
"Darling, I’m liking you more and more."
"Will you still like me after the baby is born? Won’t they take away most of your attention? Especially if it’s a daughter—people say daughters are daddy’s little princesses. Let me tell you, if you pamper her too much and neglect me, I’ll definitely get mad at you."
Lu Qing chuckled again:
"You could think of this? Then shouldn’t I be worried about the two boys stealing all your attention?"
Fair enough—after all, they were her two sons. So, if the two boys sided with her, it’d still be her win.
"Honey, tell me, having three kids in one lifetime—isn’t that a bit much? I’m worried I won’t be able to handle it."
Seems like Madam Wife was spiraling into a little fear syndrome, caught up in her worries.
Lu Qing gently stroked her head to soothe her:
"Whether it’s raising one pig or three pigs, it’s still raising pigs. Nothing to worry about. Plus, what do you think the seven bodyguards are for? I’ve already had them studying parenting manuals."
Qin Miaomiao: ....
Sparing a moment of silence for Little Sixth and Little Seventh—being turned into stay-at-home nannies was truly a waste of their talents!
"Don’t stress too much, sweetheart. Your only job is to give birth, and everything else is taken care of. I won’t let you worry too much or exhaust yourself."
"I’m afraid I won’t be a good mama."
"Oh, so what? If the kids aren’t raised well, that’s just their destiny. Why stress yourself out over it?"
Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but admit that Lu Qing’s speaking skills were excellent—it instantly made her feel much more at ease.
"Hubby, you’re so kind."
"You really think I’m kind?"
"Of course."
"Then offer yourself up in return. Oh, and this time, no need for your body—just your mouth will do. How about that?"
Qin Miaomiao: ....
Alright, he forever has this ability to leave her speechless in an instant. Any feelings of being touched—gone in the blink of an eye.
The days passed slowly and uneventfully. However, a surprise guest showed up at the estate.
Lu Lu came by this time, bringing gifts with her—lots of clothes and toys. She had signed on with Qin Miaomiao’s film company and was now undergoing training, with roles already lined up for her.
Having mingled in that world, she had matured a great deal and learned some valuable lessons. Compared to the folks out there, she realized Qin Miaomiao, her sister-in-law, was truly quite good to her.
