CHAPTER 357: CHAPTER 357 I LIKE YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE SILLY

She held her phone tightly and muttered angrily, "Lu Qing, you bastard, I’m giving you ten minutes. If you don’t contact me, I’m turning off my phone and heading out to have fun!"

Ten minutes later...

"Still not reaching out to me? Could it be that little b**** is seducing him again? Have they already ended up in bed together?"

No way, no way. She couldn’t let that happen just because she was mad at Lu Qing—giving that little b**** an opportunity to weasel her way in was out of the question!

Right, she had to call him!

Impatiently, she dialed up a video call. After waiting for over ten seconds... still no answer!

Qin Miaomiao was ready to explode, her head filled with vivid images of Lu Qing in bed with another woman. She was moments away from losing her mind!

The loud banging on the door startled Little sixth and Little seventh out of their sleep! Since Lu Qing had left, the two had been bunking in the guest room. When they opened the door, they were greeted by Qin Miaomiao’s unsettling gaze, chilling enough to make their hearts tremble.

"Pack your things."

Little sixth and Little seventh were completely dumbfounded.

"Wha... What? Pack for what? Where are we going?"

"France."

"Huh? Right now?"

"Yes! Book the next available flight—I’m going to catch him **in the act**!"

Fully awake now, Little sixth and Little seventh hurriedly tried to calm her down:

"Uh, Young Madam, please take a breath. Could it be a misunderstanding? It’s the middle of the night. Arranging a flight this late is going to be complicated. Besides, Young Master Lu has always been exceptionally self-disciplined; he doesn’t even keep female assistants around him. You must be overthinking this."

Qin Miaomiao let out a cold, sarcastic laugh: "Mo Wenwan—that woman—is staying in the same hotel as my husband right now. She’s already been in his room borrowing his bathroom. What do you think?"

Just then, a voice came from behind: "I could hack into his phone, access the camera, and monitor his every move in secret. Sis, want me to give it a shot?"

Qin Miaomiao turned her head and saw Ou Beichen in white bunny pajamas standing there, his bunny slippers making him look all kinds of adorable.

These were things she’d bought for him, and Ou Beichen had actually worn them obediently. The sheer cuteness made her eyes sparkle.

She zipped over to Ou Beichen with a single stride, brimming with excitement: "Really?"

"Yeah, I wrote a program myself. It can infiltrate his phone system undetected."

"Good, do it! Pull it off, and I’ll reward you handsomely! Whatever you want, just tell me."

Ou Beichen rested his chin on his hand, thinking for a moment: "I want you to buy me another set of pajamas, replace my bed with a more comfortable one, and cancel the milk you make me drink every morning and night—I don’t like milk."

Qin Miaomiao patted his shoulder: "The first two are doable, but no chance on the last one. You’re still growing; you need milk and beef to get taller. Only then can you impress the ladies. Got it?"

Ou Beichen gave her a glance and replied evenly: "Women are too stupid. I don’t like them."

"Wait, are you implying *I’m* stupid?"

Ou Beichen awkwardly turned his face aside: "You *are* stupid, but I like you, Sis."

Her heart melted instantly. Right, what was it she was about to do just now?

Oh, right! Catch him **in the act**!

As Ou Beichen got ready to infiltrate the system, Lu Qing started a video call.

Holding her phone, her hands trembled with fury! That bastard—only now deciding to call her? Hmph, feeling guilty, is he?

She deliberately waited for the ringtone to go on for over ten seconds before finally clicking to answer.

"What’s up?"

Lu Qing was sitting by the bed, and... there was no one next to him. The bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in. Apparently... false alarm.

His handsome features carried a sharp intensity that was impossible to ignore, making even a video call feel almost suffocating.

"My phone ran out of battery earlier. I grabbed something to eat and didn’t catch your call."

"Oh." It sounded fairly convincing. Maybe she’d just imagined it all?

"Where are you?"

"At home."

"That’s not our bedroom."

Qin Miaomiao snorted, pretending to be flippant: "I’m playing poker with Little sixth, Little seventh, and Xiao Chen. Is that not allowed?"