CHAPTER 283: CHAPTER 283: OUR SLOGAN, PROTECT THE YOUNG MADAM!

Little Sixth grinned innocently: "Sorry, Miss Mo, my driving skills have always been... less than stellar."

Mo Wenwan glared at him fiercely. The car sped along at breakneck speed, but before long, it suddenly screeched to a halt again. She wasn’t seated properly and slammed hard into the front seat, this time hitting her head.

"Do you even know how to drive?!"

"Apologies, Miss Mo, it was a red light."

Mo Wenwan was fuming, practically half-dead with anger, and could only issue a threatening warning:

"Watch it, or I’ll go complain to Brother Qing."

"Feel free, Miss Mo. But honestly, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone as bold as you, throwing yourself at a married man. What an eye-opener."

"What the hell do you mean by that?! Stop the car, I’m getting out!"

Little Sixth smirked slightly.

The originally half-hour trip somehow stretched to forty minutes. Little Sixth alternated between speeding up and sudden stops, torturing her in every conceivable way. By the time she stumbled out of the car, she was so nauseous that she threw up like there was no tomorrow!

Leaning against the car window, Little Sixth squinted and grinned:

"Oh dear, my deepest apologies, Miss Mo. So sorry for the inconvenience. Next time, I swear I’ll drive better."

Mo Wenwan was too exhausted from retching to even summon the strength to curse him out.

Little Sixth whistled as he drove off. Seriously, someone like her thought she could compete with the Young Madam? Keep dreaming!

He couldn’t resist bragging in the bodyguard group chat:

Little Sixth: Attention everyone, mission accomplished. White Lotus has been delivered and puked her guts out. Victory pose 🤘.

Little Second: Nicely done!

Little Fifth: Which White Lotus are we talking about?

Little Seventh: Sixth Bro is an absolute boss, ruling the streets!

Little Fourth: Little Sixth, you’re amazing, but what does the White Lotus even look like? Is she pretty? Oh, and if you’re going to spill the tea, you need to give the full backstory. Like, how exactly did she try to seduce Young Master Lu? And how did he stay completely unmoved? And just how shameless was the White Lotus?

Little Sixth: ...

Little Fourth: Dearest Little Sixth, don’t ghost me. Or else, beware my embroidery needle.

Little Fifth: Fourth Brother is getting more flamboyant by the day. He’s practically becoming the Invincible East. Isn’t he the one currently assigned to guard the Young Madam?

Little Sixth: A moment of silence for the Young Madam!

Little Second: Moment of silence for the Young Madam +1

Little Fifth: Moment of silence for the Young Madam +2

Little Seventh: Fourth Brother is tormenting me these days. Sob sob sob!

Little Fourth put down his phone, glared at Little Seventh, and crooked his finger at him: "Little Seventh, what did you just say?"

Little Seventh, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bolted toward his room. He flung the door open, only to find Qin Miaomiao in the middle of changing clothes, frozen in shock as she stared at him. Little Seventh was instantly dumbstruck.

"Little Seventh, why are you just standing there?"

Little Seventh scrambled back a few steps, slammed the door shut, and clung desperately to the doorknob, refusing to let anyone in.

Little Fourth raised an eyebrow suspiciously: "Little Seventh, what are you doing?"

"N-nothing at all!"

"Then why are you guarding the door like that?" As he spoke, he tried to push the door open, but Little Seventh was adamant: "No way, not now, absolutely not!"

The Young Madam was changing clothes! He thought he might have caught a glimpse of something earlier. What if Young Master Lu finds out? The more he thought about it, the more panic-stricken he became.

His face gradually turned bright red. Little Fourth only grew more suspicious: "Little Seventh, did you see something you shouldn’t have?"

Little Seventh frantically waved his hands: "No, no, absolutely not!"

Just then, the door clicked open... Qin Miaomiao stood there, wearing her undergarments, with one arm in her jacket and the other still dangling out. The scene looked rather comical.

Expressionless, she spoke calmly: "Can one of you help me put on my jacket?"

Little Seventh’s face instantly... exploded into a deep shade of red!