My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 196: I Want You to Feed Me

Qin Miaomiao’s nose felt a little sour, and she almost burst into tears. She carefully supported him back to the room, laid him on the bed. He hadn’t sobered up from the alcohol, and his entire demeanor carried a hint of laziness.

Ninth Uncle didn’t look old at all. His appearance was naturally handsome, and years of being in a high position made him exude an air of elegance and maturity. He looked no older than his early thirties.

He looked at her, an amused gleam in his eyes. Qin Miaomiao crouched halfway down, taking off his shoes and coat, then tucked him in and softly asked:

"Ninth Uncle, have some water, I’ll ask the servants to make you some hangover soup, otherwise you’ll have a headache tomorrow from the hangover."

"Alright."

She poured some water and handed it to him as Housekeeper Su brought over the freshly brewed hangover soup.

He took it, finished it in one gulp, and said with a faint smile:

"It’s been so many years since I’ve drunk like this."

"Ninth Uncle, you’re incredible with alcohol. Even Lu Qing got drunk and passed out because of you."

Ninth Uncle looked somewhat proud: "That kid is still too inexperienced. Alright, Ninth Uncle doesn’t need you to take care of me anymore. You can go out now."

"Then take a good rest, Ninth Uncle."

"Mm."

As he watched her leave, the smile on his face gradually faded. Compared to that Chu Yunhao, Lu Qing was far better in every way. However, that boy was wild and untamed, and he worried Little Jin’er might not be able to handle him. The Qin Family was in complete chaos, but with him, the Ninth Uncle around, Lu Qing would have to think twice about everything.

Perhaps it was fate. Among the younger generation of the Su Family, not a single one caught his eye. But Little Jin’er was exactly to his liking, and she had grown much more sensible now. Having this little "cotton-padded jacket" wasn’t a bad thing at all.

"Housekeeper, make sure to redecorate the East Garden properly."

"Yes, Mr. Jiu. But that young lady is returning to the country soon. Where will she be staying then?"

Mr. Jiu’s face instantly darkened: "Apart from Little Jin’er, no one is allowed in Liyuan. Let her stay at the Mo Family instead."

Housekeeper Su immediately understood. While she was said to be Mr. Jiu’s adopted daughter, it was just for the name’s sake. At the end of the day, she was merely a Mo Family member.

Now, this Miss Qin had truly caught Mr. Jiu’s eye—it seemed she was the one with real luck and fortune.

Qin Miaomiao returned to the living room and saw Lu Qing sitting there, eating the food with great interest. Although his face was slightly flushed, he looked completely sober. How could he possibly seem drunk?

"You? You’re not drunk?"

Lu Qing glanced sideways at her and scoffed:

"Such a small amount of alcohol, how could it get me drunk? It’s just for your Ninth Uncle’s face. If I actually drank him under the table, wouldn’t that be embarrassing for him?"

Qin Miaomiao burst out laughing, took a few steps forward, hugged him from behind, and teased him:

"My husband is so well-behaved. Ninth Uncle went through an illness years ago and hasn’t been in good health since, so he doesn’t drink much usually."

Lu Qing was pleased by her proactive closeness, but his words still carried hints of jealousy: "You care so much about your Ninth Uncle, don’t you care about me?"

"How could that be? Of course, I care about you. Come on, let’s go back to the room. Your wife will give you a good massage."

"Now that sounds about right."

The young couple returned to the room, and with his spirits high, Lu Qing immediately pinned her down beneath him, attempting some intimate mischief. But a knock on the door interrupted them. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"I asked the servant to bring over a bowl of hangover soup, wait a moment."

Saying so, she pushed him aside and brought the hangover soup inside. Lu Qing sat on the bed, his shirt completely unbuttoned, looking at her with an alluring smile. His expression, combined with his ridiculously handsome face, made him seem utterly tempting!

With a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, he said:

"I want you to feed me."

"You have hands, don’t you?"

Lu Qing raised an eyebrow: "Are you going to feed me or not?"

The smell of alcohol on him was strong. Although he claimed he wasn’t drunk, he was clearly seven or eight parts drunk, and his expression had an endearing charm to it.

"Alright, I’ll feed you. Come on, open wide."

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