CHAPTER 281: CHAPTER 281: COME ON, KEEP CLASHING

With a creak, the door was pushed open. Mr. Jiu stood expressionless at the doorway, frowning slightly:

"Why are you still here? Visiting hours are over, hurry up and leave."

Lu Qing glanced at him indifferently and said flatly:

"Ninth Uncle, I’ve decided to stay tonight and keep watch."

Mr. Jiu let out a cold laugh: "Don’t even think about it!"

This kid, he’s going too far. Letting him stay for a few hours was already the limit, and now he wants to spend the night? Does he really think he’s dead or something?

Lu Qing grinned: "I’m just fulfilling my wife’s request, right, wife?"

Qin Miaomiao froze. Huh?

Hey, hey, hey, Lu Shen, hold on—you’re just going to throw her under the bus like that?

Mr. Jiu said calmly:

"Little Jin’er, this was your idea?"

Qin Miaomiao firmly denied it: "Nope, I’m innocent."

Mr. Jiu sneered: "Kid, you can get lost now. Old Third, see him out!"

Old Third stepped in, while Lu Qing cracked his knuckles and chuckled lightly:

"See me out? He needs to have the capability first."

Old Third shivered. Last time, he got beaten up pretty badly—he wasn’t eager to repeat that mistake.

Mr. Jiu gave a cold snort: "Showing off in my Liyuan? Kid, you’re really asking for it. Come on, let’s spar."

"I’d be glad to. But, Ninth Uncle, are you sure you’re up for it in your condition? Don’t worry, for Miao Miao’s sake, I’ll go easy on you."

Mr. Jiu rolled up his sleeves, his expression turning colder: "Kid, talking this big? You’re asking for a good slap in the face."

Seeing that the two were about to brawl again, Qin Miaomiao could no longer hold back and snapped:

"Stop it! What’s wrong with you two? One of you is nearly fifty, and you’re still acting like your body can take it. Who’s the one always complaining about joint pain whenever it rains?"

Mr. Jiu looked a bit embarrassed and covered it with a few coughs, while Lu Qing chuckled softly. As expected of his wife—so fierce!

"And you, Lu Qing! You’re the younger one—how dare you bicker with Ninth Uncle like this? Picking fights with your elders—aren’t you ashamed? Acting all cocky now, huh? Back in Ninth Uncle’s prime, with his fiery temper, he’d have beaten you half to death. Get out! And don’t come looking for me for the next two days."

Mr. Jiu laughed gleefully, clearly enjoying the scene. Little Jin’er’s taste wasn’t bad after all. Back in his day, he was undefeated in fights. So, as for her making fun of his age? He’d let it slide this time. Even though... he was only forty—she made him sound ancient.

Lu Qing looked a bit aggrieved. He’d just confessed, and now she was chasing him out? That really stung, man.

As he was leaving Liyuan, his phone buzzed with a message from Qin Miaomiao:

"Hubby, sorry about earlier. You know how Ninth Uncle is—he just enjoys butting heads with you. His health can’t take a fight, really. I’ll be back home in a few days; just bear with it for now. Love you, your wife, mwah."

Looking at the message, Lu Qing’s lips curled up slightly, but then he forced the smile down. Hmph, does she think she can just sweet-talk her way out of this?

Fat chance!

He replied:

"How are you planning to settle the score of me sleeping alone, huh?"

"I’ll make it up to you by sleeping over a few more times, how about that?"

Lu Qing shot back: "A few times? Heh."

"You’re pushing it, okay? I’m a patient, a patient! You’d better behave yourself while I’m not home, or else... heh."

Lu Qing couldn’t help but laugh. This woman—he’d spoiled her utterly rotten. As he put away his phone, a soft, gentle voice called out:

"Brother Qing?"