CHAPTER 268: CHAPTER 268: YOU HAVE ONLY ONE IDENTITY, MY WIFE

Just after leaving Sifang City, the cold wind outside blew over, making Qin Miaomiao shiver. Lu Qing pulled her into his arms. Little Sixth drove the car and stopped in front of them. It wasn’t until they got inside that it felt somewhat warmer.

However, Qin Miaomiao’s hand, placed around his waist, didn’t move away. Instead, it slipped inside his clothes, pressing directly against his skin.

She felt so comfortable that she wanted to whistle.

"Did you have fun tonight?"

"I had fun! Your friends are all quite amusing."

Especially since she got to meet her idol—cue confetti and heart fingers.

He held her shoulder with one arm, resting his head on top of hers, speaking indifferently:

"You’re quite partial to Song San."

What? Was it that obvious?

She hurried to explain, "Cough, cough, cough, I can’t win all the time, right? Song San was sitting below me, so it was best to go easy on him. By the way, I lost two hundred thousand this time—that’s on you. Remember, you still owe me a million."

Explanation always equates to covering up. She definitely couldn’t let the jealous king catch wind that Song Li was her idol. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even dare to dream of seeing her idol again in the future!

Lu Qing hooked her chin with one hand; the sensation was so good he couldn’t resist pinching it a bit more. Lowering his head, he looked at her:

"When did you learn gambling anyway?"

"I was born with extraordinary talent. Do I need to learn? I could make a fortune relying on gambling alone. But you know, small bets add spice to life, and big bets harm your health. It’s just for fun."

Looking at her bright, vibrant face full of energy, Lu Qing’s gaze froze slightly, and he couldn’t help but say:

"Sometimes, I wonder if you’re still the Qin Miaomiao I used to know."

Qin Miaomiao’s heart skipped a beat. What did he mean?

"Your gambling, personality, way of handling things—none of them bear even the slightest resemblance to before. It’s as if you’ve become a completely different person."

Goosebumps rose all over Qin Miaomiao’s skin. Did she really need to confess that she’s not Qin Miaomiao at all? That her true identity was Su Jin? That she once belonged to someone else as their wife?

Seeing her face gradually pale, Lu Qing’s lips curved slightly. His fingers traced her lips as he softly said:

"But so what? As long as you’re my wife, nothing else matters. What I love is this wild, proud, and reckless version of you."

Qin Miaomiao’s pupils constricted as she asked seriously:

"So even if I might not actually be Qin Miaomiao, it doesn’t matter to you?"

Lu Qing’s gaze turned dark, as if he wanted to devour her:

"That’s right. You only need to recognize one identity."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, and she heard him say, "My wife."

Qin Miaomiao’s heart swayed slightly. He truly didn’t care who she was or why she had changed so dramatically. Whether she was Qin Miaomiao or someone else didn’t matter—her identity didn’t matter, her personality didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was his wife.

How lucky was she to have a husband like this?

Little Sixth glanced at the rearview mirror. As a single dog, he felt stabbed once again. Sure, go ahead and flaunt your love life, but could you do it a bit less excessively?

At first, he thought there would be some sort of domestic drama. But nope, after just a few words, they were already hugging again.

Oh well, guess it’s something you’d get used to. Next time, he’d let Little Seventh drive instead. He needed to find a girl to ease both his physical and emotional needs. Hmph!

Filming for the new movie was nearing completion. Jiaojiao’s performance earned high praise from the director, while Rong Lan’s transformative acting brought even more highlights to the scenes.

Looking at the rough-cut footage personally edited by the director, Qin Miaomiao was very pleased. It aligned perfectly with her vision. In addition to the suspenseful rhythm, it also featured her favorite aspect—exploring humanity. Good and evil were no longer concepts that could be summed up in a single statement.

"Miaomiao, there’s a wrap party tonight. Are you coming?"