Lu Qing's gaze flickered with a trace of darkness.
There had never been anyone like her who could unsettle him so easily.
But he absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to affect him!
That night, he didn't sleep with her but went to another room instead.
Qin Miaomiao quietly exhaled in relief. If she had to sleep on the same bed again, she wouldn't know what mindset to adopt to face him.
Trying not to offend, yet unwilling to get close—that delicate balance was truly difficult to navigate.
The next day, she got up early. Since new clothes hadn't been delivered, she was still wearing last night's outfit. She tied up her hair, tidied herself, and then went downstairs.
At the dining table sat Lu Lu, who, upon seeing her, revealed a scornful smile and mocked her in a contemptuous tone:
"Waking up this late? Clearly, you don't know the rules of the Lu Family. As the wife of the Lu Family, you must rise before eight and also prepare breakfast."
