CHAPTER 337: CHAPTER 337: WHEN THE DAO IS ONE FOOT HIGH, THE DEMON IS TEN FEET HIGHER

Lu Qing looked at her with a serious expression, then looked at the set of bright red lace lingerie nearby. In his heart, a thousand stampeding "F*cks" rushed past.

He took a deep breath and nodded:

"Alright, I’ll wear it! But I have a few conditions."

Qin Miaomiao raised an eyebrow slightly. Oh, he’s bargaining with her now?

"Go ahead."

"First, this stays between us. It would tarnish my glorious and noble image."

Glorious and noble? From the moment you put it on, your domineering CEO image is pretty much shattered, alright?

Qin Miaomiao nodded earnestly:

"Alright."

"Second, no photos allowed!"

"No photos, no photos."

Not like she needed them. She would use her eyes to take snapshots and store them in her brain forever. The mental image alone was exhilarating—just imagining it made her excited!

"Third, this must never, ever get out. Aside from the two of us, absolutely no one can know about this!"

Qin Miaomiao blinked in surprise and tentatively asked, "No one at all? What if I accidentally spill the beans?"

Lu Qing narrowed his eyes at her and gestured with a slicing motion across his neck, his voice icy: "You’ll be silenced."

"Fine then."

After receiving her promise, Lu Qing assumed the spirit of a soldier heading off to sacrifice himself—wind howling, rivers freezing, a warrior going forth never to return. He closed his eyes, then opened them:

"Give it to me."

"Coming right up!"

That night, Qin Miaomiao had the time of her life. She laughed so hard she couldn’t catch her breath and ended up rolling on the floor, laughing so much she couldn’t even have dinner.

But Lu Qing’s sexy, drool-worthy figure decked out in the sultry, sheer lace bellyband and lace thong had already become an unforgettable masterpiece in her mind, one that would remain etched forever in her memory, immortal and eternal!!!

The next day, Lu Qing left the house early, flaunting the watch she’d bought for him. Not even jealousy or anger could stop him from proudly wearing the gift his wife had bought him out and about!

As for Qin Miaomiao?

He curled his lips into a smirk, knowing she was in for a particularly big surprise.

Early that morning, Qin Miaomiao found herself overwhelmed with packages—probably over a hundred?

She hadn’t remembered placing any orders though. Could it be Lu Qing’s doing?

Holding a knife, she opened them one by one, revealing pink boxes inside.

An ominous feeling crept over her. Just then, her phone dinged with a WeChat message from Lu Qing.

"Honey, this is the gift I ’specially’ prepared for you. Don’t get too emotional—it’s for you to change into a new set every day. PS: My favorite is the nurse outfit."

Qin Miaomiao hastily tore open one box, and her mind went blank. Then, she roared in fury:

"Lu Qing, F*ck your grandpa!"

Over a hundred sets of assorted lingerie! The man’s scheme was too deep—deep beyond comprehension.

Could she apply for a return refund?

It turns out karma never fails; heaven spares no one.

With the release of "Reincarnation" just around the corner, Qin Miaomiao joined the key promotional events with the main cast. After all, she had to help promote Yao Guang Entertainment. Although "Reincarnation" had its share of hype already—having Gao Hu and Rong Lan involved was practically a golden ticket—the quality of the movie itself had her feeling confident after seeing the rough cut.

Still, she was highly concerned about the box office earnings, given the competitive landscape during the National Day holiday. Other movies were strong contenders too.

For example, there was a star-studded comedy that boasted a cast of famous actors; the names alone would draw in ticket buyers.

Then there was the costume fantasy drama adapted from a big-name IP. The trailer looked pretty good, and it had a solid fan base.

Another rival was an arthouse film directed by a renowned filmmaker. It was tough competition all around.

While she had no concerns about the reviews, she was genuinely worried about the revenue. After all, a significant investment had been made—some by her husband, and some by Mr. Jiu.

If the movie tanked, how would she face them?