CHAPTER 335: CHAPTER 335: MIAO MIAO FEELS WRONGED

At nine o’clock, Lu Qing returned to the door on time, staring at it for a long time, feeling a mix of emotions.

Instead of hurrying to go in, he pulled out a cigarette, stuck it in his mouth, and patted himself down, but couldn’t find a lighter.

Feeling a little irritable, he shoved the cigarette back in frustration.

He pulled out his phone. His WeChat Moments didn’t have many posts, but just half an hour ago, Ninth Uncle—a man who almost never posted—had shared something.

A photo someone had taken of him, looking imposing, with a certain wristwatch that was excessively... unbelievably... ridiculously eye-catching!

The most expensive Patek Philippe model! Also the one he had been absolutely in love with for so long. Of course, that wasn’t the main point. The main point was, why did Miao Miao give it to him when it wasn’t even the old man’s birthday?

She bought him three watches, and not one of them could compare to the one Ninth Uncle had!

And that old man even flaunted it in his WeChat Moments!

A man who never posted suddenly showing off a gift—wasn’t it obviously to provoke him?

Clutching his slightly aching heart, he no longer opened the door himself and pressed the doorbell instead!

Qin Miaomiao, who was almost dozing off while waiting, immediately jolted awake at the sound of the doorbell!

Peeking through the peephole, her mind shook with excitement. Hubby’s back!

Five minutes. He waited for a full five minutes! And Miao Miao still didn’t open the door for him.

Could it be she wasn’t home?

He called Qin Miaomiao. After a few rings, she finally picked up.

"Where are you?"

His tone was a little sharp.

"Outside, I’m with Jiaojiao. I’ll be home a bit later."

Rage surged within him in an instant, rising straight to his head. Lu Qing’s face turned dark, and the phone in his hand creaked, nearly breaking under his grip!

Suppressing his fury, he gritted his teeth and said,

"Fine, you have fun."

And hung up the phone!

Qin Miaomiao smiled slyly while holding the phone, the cake in her hands as she stood by the door. The lights were all off inside, leaving only the glow of the candles on the cake. She waited for the moment Lu Qing opened the door.

Five minutes passed.

Why wasn’t there any response?

Her arms were already starting to ache. This didn’t make sense; wasn’t he just outside the door? Why didn’t he come in?

Could it be... could he have stormed off in anger?

The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Hurriedly, she placed the cake on the low cabinet beside her and was about to open the door.

Just then, the door opened with such force that it slammed right into her. Stumbling backward, she fell and... landed squarely on the cake!

The candles were still lit, and they burned her butt so badly that she let out a loud yelp!

The beautiful long red dress she was wearing even got scorched!

Lu Qing had never expected that merely opening the door in a fit of frustration would trigger such a chain of accidents.

In a rush, he tried to put out the fire but couldn’t do it with his hands. Spotting the remaining half of the cake, he grabbed it, box and all, and slapped it straight onto her... behind.

Fifteen minutes later, Qin Miaomiao lay face-down on the sofa, feeling utterly wronged, tears falling one by one.

Lu Qing applied ointment for her. Seeing her like this, his heart softened to the verge of melting.

"Baby, I was wrong. I should’ve just walked in. Shouldn’t have smoked outside or punched the wall."

"Why were you punching the wall?"

"I..."

How was he supposed to explain? Could he really say he was angry out of jealousy?

Qin Miaomiao looked at the completely ruined cake on the floor, feeling even more aggrieved.

"My cake was perfectly fine, and now it’s like this. I even had the bakery add a custom hand-drawn design on it. Look, it was like this!"

As she spoke, she pulled out her phone. Before he got home, she had taken a few pretty pictures of the cake. It had been exquisitely made, with especially beautiful hand-drawn details on top that clearly showed the effort she’d put in.

Showing him the photos, her tears kept falling:

"I even pestered Little Seventh to teach me how to cook. Look at my hands—they’re red and swollen from burns. I told you, I told you to come home earlier. It’s already nine o’clock now. You’re just getting back, and now all the food’s gone cold."