My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 973 - 882: Trouble Arises

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Chapter 973: Chapter 882: Trouble Arises

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The woman was at the door knocking in less than ten minutes, dressed very elegantly and appropriately, with a sophisticated perfume. It wasn’t the impulsive-inducing No.5, but rather a light, girlish wish perfume.

If Qin Miaomiao were present, she would see through this escort’s intentions at a glanceβ€”because of her profession, she overcorrected and tried hard to dress like a respectable family woman.

But Lu Qing’s thoughts about women were all focused on Qin Miaomiao; he didn’t care about other women at all. Moreover, he found a woman today only to take care of Yan Lv.

The escort, upon receiving the assignment, thought she had met a lustful man. Her expression changed when she heard Lu Qing ask her to take care of the drunkard. Eventually, she dutifully took off her heels, rolled up her sleeves, and went to the bathroom to get hot water to clean Yan Lv’s vomit stains.

Lu Qing, as a big CEO, has many people following his every move. Such as Lu Qing’s enemies, who constantly want to find dirt on Lu Qing to use against him, or some opportunistic paparazzi, who photograph Lu Qing’s unsightly privacy to threaten Lu Qing’s family. But since Lu Qing has always kept himself clean, those people can’t find anything inappropriate.

Today, Lu Qing went to a bar, took a man to a hotel, and then called for a woman. This fact made everyone excitedly envious. Any of these three things could create a tornado on social media. And traffic and attention are just money flowing.

So, something Lu Qing didn’t care about had long been photographed into an album by someone thoughtful, with one copy stored and another sent to Qin Miaomiao.

Of course, Qin Miaomiao is the company president, and ordinary deliveries can’t reach her; even the delivery person can’t meet Qin Miaomiao. The paparazzi who took the photos went to great lengths, telling the receptionist when asking about the gift’s origin, that this was a gift from Lu Qing for Qin Miaomiao, hoping she would open it promptly to facilitate his evening arrangements.

As adults, everyone knows what arrangements in the evening mean.

Qin Miaomiao, amid the envious, jealous, hateful, and tinted gazes of others, calmly took the gift and returned to the office. She even thought Lu Qing was becoming more romantic. But upon seeing the photos, her smile froze on her lips.

In the photo, Lu Qing was supporting a man’s shoulder, checking into a hotel at the front desk.

Lu Qing is a walking clothes hanger; ordinary clothes on him look like international model runway styles, and the man he supported was thinner than him but roughly the same height, giving a lean aesthetic. In the photo, the lean man was leaning against Lu Qing’s shoulder, body tightly against him, face buried in Lu Qing’s shoulder, expression unclear.

This might be someone’s prank; Qin Miaomiao didn’t care. But the next oneβ€”

Lu Qing wore only a shirt, with three buttons undone, revealing his strong chest muscles.

This shirt was something she had helped choose. She was very familiar with Lu Qing’s clothes; she usually managed them. Qin Miaomiao just felt her eyes hurting.

Besides the sexy Lu Qing, there was also a pure-looking young woman. The girl had a ponytail, stood at the door, showing half of her exquisite profile.

The shooting angle was very clever; the two seemed to be talking close to each other’s faces. But what kind of conversation needs to be held at the hotel door?

Qin Miaomiao took a deep breath, knowing these photos were meant to disrupt their marital relationship. She still couldn’t help but feel stifled.

The photo clearly showed the hotel’s nameplate and room number.

Qin Miaomiao went specially to the hotel to investigate.

The hotel reception was very professional, not casually leaking customer information.