CHAPTER 581: CHAPTER 501: INTENTIONALLY PROVOKING TROUBLE

She didn’t even have time to go home, and Lu Qing had never replied to her WeChat messages, nor answered her calls.

She had no choice but to ask Little sixth and Little seventh.

Poor Little sixth and Little seventh—they couldn’t say too much directly. This young couple was clearly just having a spat, so what could others really say?

There was no way to explain it.

Besides, the Young Madam had been taking care of Rong Lan, with no intimate interactions at all. The entire time, both of them had been watching closely, and nothing out of the ordinary could happen.

Yet, the two had still managed to get into a huge fight. Especially after Qin Miaomiao saw the news about Lu Qing attending a business event with a female companion.

The news was even pushed across all platforms. Even though Little sixth and Little seventh tried to block it after discovering the news, Qin Miaomiao could see it the moment she refreshed her phone!

Her expression...

Was unusually calm, though her fingers trembled slightly, probably out of anger.

"Who is this woman?"

Little sixth and Little seventh exchanged a glance before replying:

"A supermodel, An Mi."

"Oh."

Oh? Just an "oh"?

Just an "oh" and nothing else!!!

The calmer the Young Madam was, the harder this situation was to handle!

Given the Young Madam’s temperament—if she had exploded outright, it would’ve been easier to deal with. But she had only said one word, "oh," without any other reactions. What did this mean?

Silence. Silence. Either the silence would lead to an outburst, or it would turn into something far scarier!

She continued scrolling through the news, which included a picture of the woman holding onto Lu Qing’s arm. The comments even speculated: had President Qin fallen out of favor, and had Lu Qing already replaced her with a new companion?

This was already the fourth day. The original agreement had been for Qin Miaomiao to take care of him for three days.

She had planned to adhere to the agreement and leave on the fourth day, but then Lu Qing had done something like this.

And so, Qin Miaomiao decided not to leave.

She said to Rong Lan:

"The doctor said it’ll take another four or five days for your body to recover a bit more."

Rong Lan, who had also seen the news, asked:

"Are you doing this to provoke Lu Qing?"

"It has nothing to do with him."

"Admit it—it’s because of him."

Qin Miaomiao’s lips curved into a faint smile:

"This has nothing to do with you. Of course, if you’re tired of me and want me to leave, I certainly won’t cling to you and be an eyesore here."

"How could I get tired of you? I’d be happy to see you more."

"Then that’s settled. But first, I’ll head home to grab something, take a shower, and have someone prepare some soup for you."

Rong Lan’s expression softened further: "Alright."

As long as he could be with her, no matter what they were doing, it was happiness.

Though he despised himself for being like this, he couldn’t help it in front of her face.

Love is a strange thing. Even if she claimed she wasn’t Qin Miaomiao,

the familiar aura, the familiar features, the familiar identity—it was all her.

This was the only thing left in this world that he longed for.

When Qin Miaomiao arrived home, she opened the door, glanced around, and saw no one.

She couldn’t help but mock herself: "He’s probably having the time of his life with another woman. How could he possibly come home?"

What was she even hoping for?

She went upstairs, opened the door, and still saw no one. Picking up some clothes, she headed toward the bathroom. But as soon as she opened the door, she was startled by the sight of Lu Qing lying in the bathtub!

She jumped in shock:

"You... what are you doing here?"

Lu Qing held a glass of whiskey in his hand, the bottle beside him already nearly half-empty. His face was slightly flushed, and when he saw her, he appeared just as surprised.

"Why are you back?"

"This is my house. I came back to grab some things. Is that not allowed?"