Qin Miaomiao immediately understood what he meant. That "sir" was indeed too polite. After all, nominally, they were still husband and wife. Moreover, coming to the old residence this time was to calm Old Sir Lu. This concerned whether their agreement would succeed or not. Her heart tightened, and she quickly corrected herself:
"Apologies, that was my oversight. I won't make the same mistake again. So... what should I call you?"
He glanced at her sideways, a trace of teasing flashing through his eyes. His previously sharp aura softened slightly. In the narrow space, he leaned in closer. She was so startled that she instinctively wanted to shrink back. Was he thinking of kissing her?
After a moment, nothing happened. Unable to resist, she secretly opened her eyes, only to see him sitting there elegantly, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking smile. Then, in a light tone, he spoke:
"Why did you close your eyes? Did you think I was going to kiss you?"
Her face instantly flushed red, but she refused to back down so easily. Putting on a serious expression, she said:
"Mr. Lu, you've misunderstood. I was merely thinking about what to call you. If Mr. Lu doesn't mind, how about I call you... hubby?"
The word "hubby" rolled off her tongue with a melodious inflection, as if scratching an itch in his heart with a cat's paw, leaving it slightly ticklish. His gaze at her grew more enigmatic, with nuances she couldn't quite read. Especially when his eyes briefly scanned her neckline, she couldn't help but swallow nervously. Her heart filled with unease—did he dislike it?
Just as she was overthinking, the car arrived at the old residence. A servant was already waiting to greet them. As the car door opened, a tall figure stepped out. All the servants held their breath, quickly lowering their heads, not daring to make a sound.
Housekeeper Li greeted them with a face full of smiles and was just about to speak when he saw Lu Qing standing there. A slender hand reached out from inside the car, resting gracefully in his. The wrist, as white as jade, was exquisitely beautiful.
A woman? And he brought her to the old residence?
Housekeeper Li held his breath, watching as a woman stepped out of the car. When he caught a glimpse of her face, he was so startled that he nearly jumped. That... that was the Young Madam?
The Young Master was actually holding the Young Madam's hand? Did the sun rise in the west today?
Wasn't the Young Master supposed to despise the Young Madam?
Faced with the several servants, Qin Miaomiao appeared notably composed. After all, she had once been the daughter of a wealthy conglomerate family. While she couldn't compare to Lu Qing, she had seen her fair share of grand occasions. What she didn't expect, however, was that Lu Qing would extend his hand to hold hers.
His palm was broad and slightly rough. Her hand, grasped within his, seemed unusually small and delicate. On reflex, she tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. She glanced at him in confusion, only to meet his gaze head-on.
Dark, profound, and carrying an undeniable dominance. Qin Miaomiao froze for a moment. Perhaps it was the intensity of his stare that compelled her to obediently let him hold on.
Her hand was soft. Though Lu Qing had always detested being touched by women, at this moment, he found her hand mildly intriguing. He rubbed it, then gave it a slight squeeze, as if he had stumbled upon some amusing toy, even finding the woman before him more pleasing to the eye.
Hand in hand, the two entered the Lu Family's old residence in what appeared to be an intimate manner.
Old Sir Lu's health wasn't great, and the family doctor was currently conducting a routine check-up. So, Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing waited briefly in the living room. The two sat there silently, without exchanging a word.
The maid bringing tea approached with a flushed face, head lowered, not daring to look up—not even for a second.
The Lu Family's rules were strict. If a maid were caught ogling the Young Master, she would undoubtedly be thrown out. But… the Young Master was so handsome. Just catching a glimpse felt exhilarating enough to faint from happiness.
Suffice to say, the servants' service to the Young Master was meticulous. But when Qin Miaomiao's tea was set down, it made a slight clinking sound, which seemed unusually loud in the quiet room.
She glanced up at the maid, and surprisingly, met eyes filled with undisguised disdain and scorn.
Once upon a time, Qin Miaomiao, oh how miserably you must have lived, that even a mere servant now dared to look down on you?