CHAPTER 392: CHAPTER 392 THE GAME HAS JUST BEGUN

Lu Lu’s face was pale, her legs felt weak, and she couldn’t even stand properly. When her brother became angry, no one could stop him!

Anyone who tried to stop him was courting death. The shadows of childhood memories surfaced; she dared not look, nor did she dare to intervene. She was terrified, afraid that Lu Qing might kill even her!

Qin Miaomiao stepped forward without hesitation, placing her hand firmly on his arm. Her gaze met his bloodshot eyes, but she showed no sign of fear. Instead, her voice was warm and gentle, like rippling water:

"Honey, don’t waste your anger on people who aren’t worth it."

Lu Qing’s expression shifted slightly, but his hand still didn’t release its grip. Qin Miaomiao continued:

"As for guests, we’ve always treated them with courtesy. Mr. Lu, if you have nothing further to discuss, you may leave now."

Qin Miaomiao’s words finally brought Lu Qing back to his senses. His grip loosened, allowing Lu Xingfeng to gasp for air as if he had narrowly escaped death. He coughed desperately, his gaze toward Lu Qing filled with a mixture of fear and disgust before he sneered:

"So you’re Lu Qing’s wife? Ha, you better watch yourself. In the end, you might just wind up being devoured by this demon too."

Lu Qing’s expression turned icy cold; his gaze toward Lu Xingfeng was akin to looking at a dead man. Qin Miaomiao understood his temperament well. If Lu Xingfeng kept provoking him, Lu Qing would truly kill him!

How could she let Lu Qing carry the burden of patricide?

She sneered and said, "The Lu Family is under my husband’s authority now. Elder Brother, Little Fourth, escort Mr. Lu out."

Lu Xingfeng raged, shouting, "What gives you the right to kick me out?"

Qin Miaomiao smiled faintly. "Me? I am the wife of Lu Qing, the current Family Head of the Lu Family. Tell me, do I have the right?"

"The Family Head of the Lu Family is me! You have no qualification to speak to me like this!"

Qin Miaomiao felt Lu Qing’s presence growing colder, his impatience becoming more apparent. Before he made a move, she decisively declared:

"Excuse me, but the current Head of the Lu Family is my husband. You... were ousted a long time ago! Elder Brother, Little Fourth, throw him out immediately!"

"Yes, Young Madam!"

The elder brother and Little Fourth made their move with no hint of mercy, dragging Lu Xingfeng out as if disposing of trash. The door slammed heavily shut behind them.

Lu Xingfeng looked utterly disheveled, muttering curses under his breath. A figure approached him slowly, tall and imposing, with sharp features and an expression marked by faint mockery and chilling disdain.

What a fool, thrown out the moment he stepped in.

"Xing’er, why are you here?"

Lu Xing’s refined face bore a slight resemblance to him, but his features mirrored Lu Qing’s more closely. He watched him with a smile that seemed warm yet carried an unmistakable edge:

"Father, I’ve said it before. With someone like Lu Qing, expecting him to hand over power obediently is impossible."

"Then what shall we do? I am the rightful heir of the Lu Family, the old man’s only son!"

Lu Xing’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Then we target the old man directly."

Lu Xingfeng nodded in agreement. "You’re right. We have to start with the old man. No matter how arrogant Lu Qing gets, he won’t defy the old man’s wishes."

Lu Xing maintained a polite, breezy smile, but there was a chilling coldness deep within his eyes that could make anyone tremble:

"To strike, one must hit the crucial spot. I’ve heard that Lu Qing is married now? And he treasures his wife dearly?"

"Yes, that woman. She dared to posture in front of me just because she’s Lu Qing’s wife. Just a worthless, lowborn nobody."

"Oh? Really?"

Lu Xing seemed indifferent, speaking with a detached air. He had always watched Lu Qing closely. A man like him—confident, strong, and merciless—had tolerated Lu Xingfeng merely out of familial obligation. Otherwise, with his ruthlessness, Lu Xingfeng would have been obliterated long ago.

"Yes, that woman seems to go by the name Qin Miaomiao."

Lu Xing’s expression froze momentarily before his smile deepened. "Qin Miaomiao?"

If it truly were that woman, this would undoubtedly become very interesting.