CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 334 YOUNG MADAM, TAKE CARE

The sales assistant could no longer use the word "excited" to describe her emotions at this point.

"This, this is the one. There are only three of them globally, just arrived today, worth twelve million."

"Alright, wrap it up for me."

She had never seen someone so decisive!!!

Her hands trembling, the sales assistant hurried to pack up all four watches, quickly calculating the total price.

"Miss, the total is around twenty-two million."

"So even with these three combined, they still don’t add up to the price of that one?"

"Yes, Miss."

Qin Miaomiao muttered under her breath, well, at least she had the advantage in quantity. Hopefully, her Lord Lu wouldn’t mind... or maybe he wouldn’t...

Little sixth sneaked off to report her movements to Lu Qing, hoping to score some brownie points.

When Lu Qing heard his adorable wife was picking out gifts for him, his day-long gloom instantly dispersed!

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly: "Oh? What kind of gift did she pick?"

"Watches? Patek Philippe? Hmm, my wife has good taste, and she picked three of them? Why didn’t you stop her? Why so many?"

The fact that his wife knew he liked this brand and was generous enough to pick three all at once—what did this signify?

It signified she really loved him!

Damn Jin Jing, daring to show off in front of him. Red envelopes? What are they compared to his wife picking out three watches for him, one for each day of the rotation?

However, Little sixth’s next sentence made him spiral into fury!

"What, she picked one for that old geezer too?"

Through the phone, Little sixth could feel his ears about to explode. Oh no, oh no, he had meant to curry favor but had said the wrong thing!

"Y-yes."

Lu Qing let out a cold laugh, laced with awkwardness and probing:

"How many did she pick?"

"J-just one."

Just one, huh? He had three! It’s a win for him!

"Which model?"

Little sixth began to sweat profusely, stammering as he reported the model, with a sliver of hope in his heart. After all, Young Master Lu, a magnanimous billionaire, surely wouldn’t concern himself with such trivial things, right?

But his next statement dashed all those hopes.

"The most expensive one? Great, fantastic, just perfect."

With a loud click, the call ended. Little sixth swallowed hard and glanced at Qin Miaomiao not far away.

Amitabha, Young Madam, I apologize to you!

After picking out the gifts, Qin Miaomiao headed straight home. As for the one intended for Ninth Uncle, she had Little sixth deliver it for her.

The entire affair was executed flawlessly without her husband knowing. She felt incredibly wise!

Back home, the day had nearly turned to night. She checked the time; Lu Qing should be home soon.

Little seventh came forward, arranging everything from a candlelit dinner to red wine—all ready, fully prepared! Now just waiting for the leading man to make his appearance.

Little seventh, Little sixth, and Little fourth completed their tasks and tactfully took their leave. As for Ou Beichen, he was dragged away by those three.

The young couple clearly wanted to enjoy their private time together without outsiders in the way.

Once outside, Little sixth tugged at Little fourth’s hand, saying, "Fourth brother, I think... I’ve caused trouble."

"What trouble?"

Little sixth roughly explained the situation, and Little fourth stared at him with a peculiar gaze: "Are you stupid? Why did you run your mouth unnecessarily? You know our Young Master Lu is petty, loves getting jealous, and holds grudges. You’re just asking for trouble!"

Little sixth narrowed his eyes: "If you don’t help me, I’ll repeat exactly what you just said to Young Master Lu verbatim!"

Little fourth: ...So this is how despicable, shameless, and low you are! Betraying your brothers! Hmph, think I’d cave to your threats?

"Now there’s only one way to extinguish Young Master Lu’s fury."

Ou Beichen glanced at the two clowns and said coolly:

"The goods have arrived. I’ve placed them on his sister’s nightstand. In times of crisis, they may help her weather the storm."

Amitabha, Young Madam, take care of yourself.