My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 160: Be Good, Write a Self-Criticism

"Be good, let’s go home."

"Oh."

She obediently let him lead her away, like a child who had made a mistake. It wasn’t that she was scared—it was just... against Lu Qing’s overpowering presence, she had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Ah, by the way, can we set up a small talent agency? I want to terminate Jiaojiao’s contract. She’s always being bullied at her current company, and I’m worried about her."

Lu Qing stopped in his tracks, turned back to look at her, eyes slightly narrowed. The coldness in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

His voice was icy:

"Say her name again, and see what happens."

"Huh?"

Qin Miaomiao froze, then cautiously asked:

"Lu Qing, are you... jealous?"

Lu Qing froze too, then turned his head away. A low voice came from him:

"Qin Miaomiao, are you stupid?"

Who’s stupid? You’re the stupid one, okay!

He let go of her hand and strode forward, looking genuinely upset.

Qin Miaomiao quickly followed behind him. After all, he was still her sugar daddy. She had to pacify him.

Once they got into the car, he looked entirely focused on driving. Qin Miaomiao couldn’t resist sneaking a few glances at him.

Hmm, a stern expression, a slight furrow in his brows, the kind of aura that kept people at a distance. She couldn’t help but feel chilled.

A thirty-minute drive felt like an eternity. Qin Miaomiao felt she was about to freeze solid! freewēbnoveℓ.com

When they arrived, he got out of the car on his own, face still cold. Qin Miaomiao felt a twinge of discomfort in her heart. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen him act aloof before.

But for some reason, this time it felt particularly unbearable.

Inside the elevator, she deliberately stood a few steps away from him. Turning slightly, she looked at him; his entire being was like an ice sculpture, making people hesitate to approach.

At home, he locked himself in the study. Qin Miaomiao suddenly felt a bit at a loss.

Is he really angry?

Why is he angry?

Okay, fine. She did do a lot to upset him today. She wasn’t good at comforting people either. What should she do?

Thinking for a while, she posted on Weibo:

Lu Shen’s little sidekick: If you’ve made someone mad, what’s the best way to apologize?

She had just posted it when comments from fans poured in:

"Easy, strip naked and lie down on their bed."

"Could it be that the little sidekick angered Lord Lu?"

"Buy flowers and gifts to apologize."

"Kneel on a washing board to apologize."

"Ahhh, I’m imagining the scene! Little sidekick, we support you stripping for Lord Lu!"

Qin Miaomiao scrolled through the comments, frowning. None of them were helpful. Tsk tsk tsk, how can these people be so vulgar?

Suddenly, her eyes froze—she saw a reply from Lu Qing.

Lu Qing: Write a self-reflection essay.

Write... write a self-reflection essay? Is he joking?

Write what? Damn it! Does he think she’s still a grade-schooler?

Yet, five minutes later...

She obediently found paper and pen, kneeling at the coffee table, her mind racking for ideas as she began to write.

As she wrote, her little face looked pitiful beyond words.

The study door quietly opened, and Lu Qing peeked through the crack. From there, he saw Qin Miaomiao’s tiny figure, dutifully sprawled on the coffee table, occasionally scratching her head and muttering under her breath. If listened to closely... it was all complaints about him.

"Bastard. All he knows is bullying me. Making me write a self-reflection essay? I haven’t done that in eight hundred years."

"As the saying goes, while living under someone’s roof, you have to bow your head. An uncle can tolerate it; an aunt can’t bear it. Forget it, I’ll bear it."

Qin Miaomiao grumbled bitterly, full of resentment, when suddenly she heard a voice behind her. It was low and slightly cold:

"What are you mumbling about?"

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