My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious
Chapter 374: Authentic Couple Outfits!
CHAPTER 374: CHAPTER 374: AUTHENTIC COUPLE OUTFITS!
He magnanimously loosened his grip, while Ou Beichen’s gaze carried a mix of mischief and... a hint of self-satisfaction. Carrying multiple large shopping bags in both hands, he headed back to his room.
Lu Qing, the billionaire and domineering CEO, concealed the tiny flutter in his heart, maintaining a stoic face as he pulled clothing out of one of the bags. And then...
His face shifted from green to purple, then to red, as he bellowed: "A pair of sweatpants? Hm? And they’re a freebie?!"
Qin Miaomiao feigned innocence: "How’d you figure out they’re a freebie?"
Lu Qing scoffed: "What do you think?"
The massive "FREE GIFT" written right on the packaging! Did she think he was blind?
Oh no, she had forgotten to stash it away. Forcing a sheepish grin, she quickly grabbed his arm and began coaxing:
"Even if it’s a freebie, it’s still a token of my affection, right? Don’t be so picky! Besides, from now on, all your clothes—ties, suits, shoes, and even watches—will be on me, okay?"
Lu Qing glanced at her sidelong: "Really? My wife, who’s notoriously stingy, is suddenly so generous? That’s awfully suspicious."
Qin Miaomiao flashed him a toothy grin, showcasing eight perfect white teeth, and said with a smile:
"Well... it’s all on your credit card anyway."
Lu Qing: ...
"Oh, by the way, I also got us matching couples’ pajamas, hubby. Want to try them on?"
Lu Qing reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of pink rabbit-themed pajamas. He gave them a little shake, revealing two fluffy bunny ears sewn onto the hood—painfully adorable.
His expression stiffened slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching, before he ruthlessly turned her down!
Qin Miaomiao gazed at him plaintively: "Hubby, come on, they’re couples’ pajamas. Give me a little face, won’t you?"
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow and replied coolly: "No."
"Really, no?"
"No."
"Oh, then I’ll just let Xiao Chen wear it instead."
Lu Qing ground his teeth, spitting his words out with fury: "Don’t even think about it!"
"So you’ve agreed? Hurry up and put it on, let me have a look."
The illustrious Lord Lu, just like that, was duped by his very own wife. After changing into the pajamas, he walked out. Qin Miaomiao struggled to hold back her laughter as she gave him a big thumbs-up:
"So handsome!"
Lu Qing shot her a glance: "Lying through your teeth, what’s handsome about this?"
"My hubby is naturally handsome—he looks good in anything he wears! Wait here, I’m going to take a quick shower."
When Qin Miaomiao came out of the bathroom, Lu Qing was sitting on the sofa. And sitting on the other side of him was none other than Ou Beichen—he was also wearing pink... rabbit-themed pajamas, practically identical!
One looked breathtakingly handsome, exuding an aura like an emperor despite the pink pajamas.
The other looked stunningly fresh, with the model-like charisma of a young man. His face was tense, and he carried a hint of boyish innocence.
She... she could feel her inner fujoshi heart ignite into a blazing inferno. What to do? All of a sudden, they seemed like such a good match! She thought that if she plopped herself down between them, she’d probably ruin the atmosphere!
"Qin Miaomiao!"
She could even hear Lu Qing grinding his teeth in frustration. Instantly, her courage faltered a little: "W-What?"
"This is your so-called couples’ outfit? Hmm?"
Xiao Chen frowned handsomely as well: "Sis, I don’t want to wear the same clothes as an old man. It’s so tacky."
"Hey, that’s too much! Your brother-in-law may be ten or so years older than you, but he’s still in his prime—how is he old?"
Wasn’t the older man trope all the rage recently? Just look at them sitting together; what a beautiful picture, so perfect as a pair!
She carelessly whipped out her phone and snapped a few photos. Just as she was about to continue, the phone was confiscated. Without a word, Lu Qing hefted her over his shoulder!
"Xiao Chen, save me!"
Xiao Chen looked at her with a deadpan expression, his tone carrying a hint of schadenfreude: "Sis, good luck."
What a traitor!!