CHAPTER 362: CHAPTER 362: YOU’RE STILL WORTHY OF HER

Killing someone is but a moment’s effort.

Joanna’s eyes were cold, but then she slowly started to laugh:

"That’s right, you’re a real man. My Meow Meow Meow following you isn’t exactly a loss. As for the cake here in Paris, I can’t possibly swallow it all by myself. Partnering with you isn’t a bad idea. However, I need some funding for operations. I’ll split the profit fifty-fifty with you. What do you think?"

Lu Qing loosened his grip; if there’s room to negotiate, then this matter can proceed. Compared to George’s indecisiveness, she seemed far better suited to be a collaborator.

"Deal."

At that moment, someone walked over and whispered a few words into Joanna’s ear. Joanna waved them away, signaling them to leave. The look in her eyes was strange, carrying an air of mockery mixed with something unsettling:

"Lu Qing, it seems someone else has taken a liking to our Meow Meow Meow."

Lu Qing furrowed his brows. Nearby, Han Shu stepped forward and spoke softly to him. Fury erupted in Lu Qing’s eyes, a rage so palpable it made those witnessing it shudder in fear!

"There’s something urgent at home. I need to leave now."

Joanna didn’t stop him. She watched him depart with a faint smile, her voice cool as she spoke:

"Brother, it looks like something interesting is unfolding. I want to go to Yan Jing."

George immediately said, "The situation isn’t stable yet. If you leave, what if those people seize the opportunity to cause trouble?"

A streak of cruelty crossed Joanna’s face: "So annoying. Just kill them all."

After the recording ended, in a nanny van, Qin Miaomiao, Xu Jiaojiao, and Rong Lan sat opposite one another. Qin Miaomiao’s expression was dark as steel, and even Jiaojiao didn’t dare utter a word right now.

Something big seemed to be brewing! Miao Miao’s expression was terrifying!

However, neither person said anything. Xu Jiaojiao was dropped off first, leaving only Qin Miaomiao and Rong Lan in the car, along with Little sixth driving, and Little seventh acting as the bodyguard.

Little sixth and Little seventh didn’t dare make a sound. Even so, their ears were perked up, keenly tracking every movement.

Rong Lan, that brat, truly had some nerve! Better to preemptively mourn for him.

Qin Miaomiao spoke in a detached tone:

"You did it on purpose?"

Rong Lan replied, "It was an instinctive reaction. I couldn’t just stand by and watch you get hurt."

"So you deliberately held me? You knew full well how many people were watching at that moment! Do you realize what kind of impact it will have when the video spreads? Scandal is everywhere now—is this what you wanted?"

Qin Miaomiao was so angry her face turned pale, her voice rising by eight octaves!

Rong Lan looked somewhat pale himself, letting out a self-mocking laugh: "So this is how you see me? Someone who would resort to any means just for publicity? If I wanted to stir up rumors, wouldn’t Jiaojiao be a better choice?"

Qin Miaomiao stared at him for a long time, as though realizing something. Her tone grew incredulous:

"You... really have feelings for me?"

"Haven’t I made it obvious enough?"

Qin Miaomiao rubbed her forehead, muttering under her breath: "How could this be? Back then, you were so cruel, she was heartbroken."

"She?"

Rong Lan seemed to catch onto a key word. Qin Miaomiao’s mind surged with countless scenes. Rong Lan dominated the majority of the memories of her former self—the youth of her life, where there was only him. His laughter, his goodness, his flaws—all seemed etched deep into her very bones.

The intense emotions poured out, making Qin Miaomiao’s head throb violently, to the point where she couldn’t tell whose memories they really were.

Rong Lan, Rong Lan, Rong Lan.

This was someone etched into the memories between them! She had once loved him so deeply, so humbly, even if it meant quietly watching from afar. Even when he broke her heart again and again, she still loved him humbly—such a foolish Qin Miaomiao.

"Miao Miao? Are you alright?"

Qin Miaomiao closed her eyes, sweat covering her forehead as her temples throbbed in pain. She bit her bottom lip hard!

Rong Lan pulled her close in concern, his expression full of worry:

"Miao Miao, what’s wrong? Hurry, let’s go to the hospital!"

Qin Miaomiao spoke sharply: "No hospital! Rong Lan, get out of the car."