My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 720 - 638: If You Don’t Enter Hell, Who Will?
"Don’t even think about it!"
Lu Qing suddenly appeared like a specter, silent and ghost-like, his piercing gaze fixed on her hand hovering over Qin Miaomiao’s belly.
Joanna glanced at Lu Qing. Though her lips curved into a faint smile, it carried an unmistakable chill.
"Young Master Lu, long time no see."
"Take your hand away."
"And if I don’t?"
Lu Qing moved in an instant, aiming straight for her slender neck!
Joanna wasn’t one to back down. The two quickly tangled in combat—masters clashing, their moves...
Ahem, alright. Qin Miaomiao remained completely unfazed, not sparing them a glance. With three grown-ups at home—Ninth Uncle, Xiao Chen, and Lu Qing—there was endless fighting anyway.
She was already visually exhausted by the spectacle. Casually snatching a handful of sunflower seeds, she started munching away while watching, even pulling Little Sixth and Little Seventh over to join. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Little Sixth and Little Seventh were quick learners; they started munching sunflower seeds too and began critiquing the scene as if they were judges evaluating the world.
"I think Young Master Lu will definitely win."
Qin Miaomiao raised an eyebrow. "No way, I’m betting on my husband winning. You two bet on Joanna. We’ll use one handful of sunflower seeds as a wager—if you lose, shell the seeds for me."
Little Sixth and Little Seventh: ...
"Young Madam, if you wanted to enslave us and make us shell seeds for you, you could’ve just said so. Why bother with this elaborate scheme?"
"Why so quiet? Betting or not?"
Qin Miaomiao rolled her eyes at them. The two quickly nodded, completely helpless.
"Alright, alright, Young Madam. We’ll just shell the seeds for you directly, alright?"
"No way, that makes it sound like I’m bullying you. Am I not gentle and considerate? Do I look like someone who bullies others? Now this whole bag of seeds? Shell them all for me."
Over time, they’d grown used to her shameless antics. After all, she was pregnant—they had to indulge her.
Having cornered these two, Qin Miaomiao’s mood improved significantly. Being cooped up for too long really could lead to twisted humor.
Little Sixth touched the knife in his pocket. Once upon a time, he had ruled the Dark Weapon World! Just hearing his name made people tremble in fear!
Now, what had he become? A laborer tasked with shelling sunflower seeds! His status had plummeted to rock bottom—this was unbearable!
Little Seventh sighed. Once, he had been... well, alright, his combat skills had always ranked the lowest among the seven, but hey, at least his side hustle had been as an Imperial Chef!
At a Michelin five-star restaurant, he had been the top-tier chef. Wanting to taste his dishes depended on his mood. He rarely set foot in any restaurant, yet had been exalted to the level of an Imperial Chef. Now, what had he come to?
Now, he was just a cook—professionally feeding a pregnant woman.
How far he’d fallen! What cruel fate!
Qin Miaomiao seemed to suddenly feel a pang of conscience and commented, "Speaking of which, the new girls in Sifang City look pretty good. I think they’re a decent bunch."
"Young Madam, those words sound suspiciously like you’re acting as a matchmaker."
"Pfft, I’m doing this for your benefit, okay?"
Little Sixth and Little Seventh hastily declined, "No thanks, we don’t need girlfriends right now."
Qin Miaomiao remarked, almost wistfully, "I’m worried in two months, you won’t even have time for that."
Nannies!!!
Such a sacred role, one that could make burly men tremble with fear. As Young Madam’s closest bodyguards, their future responsibilities would likely extend to...
Becoming nannies.
Especially since they had recently been cramming knowledge on all the skills required for nannies. Little Sixth and Little Seventh exchanged a look, and in each other’s eyes, they could see four words:
"All hope is lost."
Watching the dramatic shift in their expressions, Qin Miaomiao burst out laughing. "Just kidding. Of course, we’ll hire professional nannies. But honestly, don’t you think Little Third would be perfect for the job? What do you think?"
Little Sixth and Little Seventh spoke in unison: "Yes!"
Third Brother, Buddha once said, ’If I don’t go to hell, who else will?’ So, it looks like hell is all yours. Rest assured, we’ll mourn you wholesomely.
