My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 31: Taking Action, Slapping Faces

"What the hell! Why are we being locked up? This is outrageous!"

The young woman started shouting, looking indignant, while Lin Yilin began to calm down, a hint of fear creeping into her heart.

She had heard people say how powerful and terrifying Lu Qing was, but she never expected him to directly imprison them!

After all, this was a private venue, and they were people of status. Could it be that Lu Qing wasn’t afraid of offending their families?

"Xiao Hong, stop yelling. I don’t think Lu Qing will do anything to us."

Cheng Hong sneered, "Would he dare? My dad’s a real estate tycoon! He wouldn’t dare offend my dad!"

Though she talked big, deep down she was still anxious. After all, before she came, her father had told her to try and form a connection with Lu Qing; it seemed even her father was deeply wary of Lu Qing.

As the two girls grew increasingly uneasy, in another VIP lounge, the atmosphere was growing increasingly... intimate.

The gown was backless, with several shards of glass embedded in her flesh, leaving the wound bloody and horrifying to look at.

Unable to wait for the doctor to arrive, Lu Qing had someone bring over forceps and iodine. He told her to lie down.

Using the forceps, he started removing the shards of glass. She muffled a groan, and blood spurted from the wound instantly.

He applied iodine to clean the wound, causing her to shiver uncontrollably in pain.

After treating the wound and applying medicine, he carefully bandaged it with gauze.

Looking at Qin Miaomiao, her forehead was drenched in sweat, her pale skin devoid of any trace of blood. Just looking at her made his heart ache inexplicably.

"Is it done?"

She asked. Lu Qing didn’t reply, his gaze lingering on her smooth, bare back, white and supple like it could leak water if squeezed.

Delicately proportioned, her slight movements revealed the distinct butterfly bones of her spine.

His fingers brushed over her back, causing her body to tremble—partly from ticklishness, partly from an inexplicable ripple of emotion.

She quickly sat up, frowning at him. Yet he simply removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. His movements were tender, but his eyes carried a hint of hostility.

"Wait here. I have something to take care of."

Without awaiting her response, he turned and walked out.

The jacket still retained his body heat, faintly infused with his scent, reminding her of his protective actions earlier.

Qin Miaomiao felt a sharp tug at her heart. However, she knew his protectiveness largely stemmed from her current identity as Mrs. Lu.

It was about his pride being challenged by those unruly women; their actions were a direct insult to him, hence his anger.

That was the only reason. Qin Miaomiao had no desire to interpret his motives in any other way.

Meanwhile, Cheng Hong and Lin Yilin were still anxiously waiting in their room when, suddenly, the door creaked open.

Lu Qing’s tall silhouette appeared before them. Cheng Hong felt uneasy, forcing a smile and hurriedly stepping forward, her voice coquettish:

"Young Master Lu...."

Lu Qing didn’t even glance at her. Like a king surveying ants, he looked at her coldly and said casually:

"My wife is hurt. Since it was the two of you who laid hands on her, you’ll pay the price."

Not only Cheng Hong but also Lin Yilin’s face turned pale. She wanted to say something, but suddenly, two men dressed in black entered through the door!

Lu Qing sat down on the nearby sofa, his expression indifferent, aloof like a king, when he gave the order:

"Do it."

Before the two women could react, the two men in black stepped forward, grabbed their hair, and slapped their faces without hesitation.

Smack!

A sharp slap landed on their faces, the pain so intense it felt like their heads were about to explode!

"My dad is a famous real estate tycoon! You dare hit me? I’ll have my dad destroy you!"