CHAPTER 226: CHAPTER 226 THIS MAN IS MINE

Ninth Uncle has returned to the country. There are still many matters, including the recent attack, that Lu Qing needs to handle. Qin Miaomiao was arranged to stay at George’s vineyard, which boasts vast grape fields and a private collection of fine wine.

There are also golf courses, a horse farm, and a swimming pool. Little seventh kept her company, ensuring she wouldn’t feel too bored.

She followed the local farmers with great interest, helping them pick grapes. She even changed into farmer’s clothing. Aside from being excessively beautiful, she truly resembled an ordinary grape-picking woman, while Little seventh stayed protectively by her side.

Her skin was milky white, showcased by that handsome face that grew more delectable the longer one looked. Every time Qin Miaomiao saw him, she felt like her heart was about to melt—she wanted nothing more than to embrace him and give him a good squeeze.

"Young Madam, please be careful. Why don’t you take a break and let me handle this?"

"No need. This is only fun when you do it yourself."

She picked a grape and placed it by her lips. The fresh, plump, dark purple grape was bitten into, and instantly, sweet juice flowed into her throat. It was sweetness unlike anything ordinary. Even a small trickle of juice at the corner of her mouth and stains on her fingertip turned red.

Then suddenly—smack!—someone threw several grapes directly at her. Her white clothing was instantly stained red. When she turned to look, it turned out to be those playful French locals. A few young French boys mistook her for an unsuspecting tourist and threw grapes at her, their actions carrying a faint teasing tone.

The French boys even whistled at her and proceeded to toss a few more grapes her way!

Qin Miaomiao’s temper flared in an instant. To dare throw at her—do they really think this grandaunt is some weak kitten to be bullied?

"Little seventh, get ready. It’s war time!"

With that, she grabbed a cluster of grapes from her hand and hurled it fiercely toward those French boys!

The scene became downright chaotic!

By the time Lu Qing, George, and the others arrived at the vineyard to find her, they saw... several French boys covered in grape juice, utterly unpresentable as they stood obediently in front of Qin Miaomiao, faces brimming with terror, gazing at her with expressions as though they were beholding a queen.

Qin Miaomiao fiddled with a bunch of grapes in her hand, her gaze sharp. With a toss, one grape sailed through the air, seemingly accompanied by the sound of wind, directly striking one of the French boys—smack!—breaking apart on impact, its sound alone evoking pain.

"Lu, your wife is truly... amazing," George muttered, still trembling slightly as he looked at Qin Miaomiao. His gaze toward her was akin to that of worshipping royalty—he wouldn’t dare provoke this grandaunt.

However, the fact that Lu liked such a fierce woman made him realize—that his sister didn’t stand a chance.

Lu Qing’s lips curled into a smile as he watched the dazzling and vivacious woman, whose dimples became shallow when she smiled. He chuckled lightly. Yet the woman who had followed them in spoke up with no small amount of dissatisfaction:

"Lu, that’s your wife? She looks so uncultured, not a bit fitting for you."

Lu Qing’s expression instantly turned frosty. Joanna wasn’t done speaking when she suddenly felt an icy glare sweeping in her direction. Qin Miaomiao took off the straw hat on her head, revealing her glossy, jet-black hair and her flawless, radiant face. Her eyes were fixed firmly on Joanna as she stepped forward and said in fluent French in a calm voice:

"Miss, do you have any objections to me?"

Joanna hadn’t expected her to speak French, let alone with such perfect pronunciation. Her face flushed slightly, but the provocation in her gaze didn’t diminish one bit. With a cold snort, she said:

"I like Lu, and I intend to pursue him."

French women are bold and passionate—they don’t care whether the man is already spoken for.

Qin Miaomiao simply uttered an "oh" and proceeded to stand beside Lu Qing. With one arm wrapping around his neck, she tiptoed to plant a kiss on his lips and boldly declared:

"This man is mine. If you intend to take him, you’ll have to ask for my permission first!"