My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 705 - 623: Celebrating Chinese New Year’s Eve
Qin Miaomiao finally snapped back to reality and hurriedly tried to grab Xiao Chen, but the boy was already on his way out. How could she hold him back?
"Xiao Chen, calm down! You have to stay calm, don’t act on impulse!"
At this moment, Mr. Jiu spoke in a calm voice:
"Still worried about others? Haven’t you learned enough lessons yet?"
In front of Mr. Jiu, she could only cave in immediately.
"I was wrong, Ninth Uncle."
"It’s New Year’s Eve, I won’t scold you now. But this matter... it’s not over."
When Mr. Jiu said it wasn’t over, it really wasn’t over. As for what kind of havoc it might cause... She really didn’t want to think too deeply about it.
"Ninth Uncle, it’s New Year’s Eve, let’s talk about something happy, okay?"
Mr. Jiu let out a cold snort, "Do you only remember the good but not the pain? Until Lu Qing and Xiao Chen come back, take this time to reflect properly. And as for the bodyguards around you, what are they even doing? Can’t they keep an eye on things?"
Little Sixth and Little Second, called out by name for criticism, already had their hearts roller-coastering a few times earlier. By now, they were essentially calm as a still lake—or no, maybe "utterly resigned" would be a better way to describe it.
"Ninth Uncle..."
"Do your reflection properly. The two of you as well."
Mr. Jiu, concerned that staying any longer might actually give him an aneurysm from anger, walked off. He had personally trained them, and yet this was what they turned out like. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Not a trace of the spirit of "better I wrong everyone in the world than let the world wrong me!"
It was truly maddening to see iron turn to rust!
Qin Miaomiao obediently sat on the sofa to reflect. Her phone... had even been confiscated. The so-called "reflection" was just sitting there to think. The fact that he hadn’t made her write a thousand-word self-criticism was already a mercy.
Both Xiaobai and Little Xiaobai were taken away by Ninth Uncle, and as for Little Sixth and Little Second—
They just stood there like two wooden stakes. Standing was fine, as long as they didn’t have to endure another emotional roller-coaster.
Two hours later, around ten o’clock, Lu Qing finally returned, bringing Xiao Chen with him.
As soon as he entered, he saw Qin Miaomiao... fast asleep on the sofa, covered with a thick blanket. He quickly walked over.
In a low voice, he asked Little Sixth and Little Second:
"What’s going on here? Why didn’t you let the Young Madam sleep in her bed?"
Were they supposed to tell him that it was Mr. Jiu who had ordered the Young Madam to reflect on the sofa?
Qin Miaomiao was startled awake and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.
"You’re back? Did you settle everything?"
"Yes."
"Is Lu Lu okay? She’s probably innocent, right?"
"Yes, she’s fine."
"And what about Lu Xing..."
"Xiao Chen dealt with it discreetly. At the very least, he’ll be lying in the hospital for a month."
Hospitalized for a month—what did that even mean? It probably meant some part of him had been injured. But knowing Lu Qing and Xiao Chen’s style, it likely wasn’t *just* that.
"Why were you sleeping on the sofa?"
"Waiting for you guys."
Could she admit she was reflecting? Not a chance!
Outside, fireworks were being set off, bursting brilliantly and colorfully in the sky.
"Come on, off to bed."
Qin Miaomiao shook her head, "No, I just woke up. Besides, isn’t it a tradition to stay up on New Year’s Eve? Let’s stay up for a bit longer, okay?"
Lu Qing poked her on the nose. "You... can your body handle it?"
"What’s so hard about it? I’m fine, just a bit of knee pain."
At this moment, Mr. Jiu walked back out. As soon as Qin Miaomiao saw him, she stuck out her tongue and said:
"Ninth Uncle, it’s New Year’s. No more scolding me, okay?"
"You’re so foolish I don’t even feel like bothering with you anymore."
Feeling utterly dismissed—what to do?!
The whole family, including Xiaobai, Little Xiaobai, Little Sixth, Little Seventh, and Little Second, sat together in the living room, quietly watching the colorful fireworks outside. How wonderful. Another year had passed.
