My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 43: Number , your size isn’t that big either.

Her smile was somewhat stiff:

"As Mrs. Lu, naturally, I need to help my husband solve his problems. If you have any special requests, just say so, and I’ll take care of it."

While speaking, she was about to get up. If they reached a consensus, she could find some young girls for him, successfully shake off the responsibility, and finally escape unscathed. Wouldn’t that be freedom!

However, he continued holding her, his expression turning utterly cold as his hand slowly caressed her neck.

Qin Miaomiao felt an almost bone-chilling danger. If he wanted to snap her neck, it would be effortless!

He spoke softly:

"I’ve said before, my wife doesn’t need to be overly understanding. Qin Miaomiao, if you’re too generous, it becomes hypocritical. Some matters are better handled personally."

Qin Miaomiao’s skin crawled with goosebumps; she could see the emotionless coldness in his eyes.

If she held no value to him or constantly challenged his authority, he might abandon her without hesitation.

"Alright, I understand."

His hand finally left her slender neck, and he pushed her up without a shred of care, commanding:

"Get dressed and leave."

Qin Miaomiao felt a sliver of humiliation; this kind of humiliation made her feel profoundly uncomfortable.

But no matter how uncomfortable, she had to pretend that nothing had happened. She put on the white dress, straightened her spine, and walked out, closing the door behind her.

She clenched her fists tightly, silently vowing that she would never allow herself to be placed in such a degrading position again!

After she left, Lu Qing cursed under his breath!

Clearly, he’d wanted to show her a bit of tenderness, yet it had all ended in such an awkward manner!

Especially since she seemed so repulsed by his touch, even going as far as to say she’d find him other women—a ridiculous suggestion!

What a joke. If Lu Qing wanted women, would he need her help to find them?

This woman clearly needed further "education" to understand what being Mrs. Lu truly meant.

Even Lu Qing hadn’t realized that Qin Miaomiao’s influence on him had already surpassed his expectations.

Her suitcase, along with the clothes Lu Qing had given her, arrived piece by piece. When Lu Lu came downstairs and saw several large boxes sitting in the living room, she knew she hadn’t bought anything, and the boxes couldn’t belong to Fang Li either.

That left only one person: Qin Miaomiao.

Arriving at the Lu Family’s home only to start spending extravagantly?

Lu Lu was obviously displeased and directly instructed Mrs. Li to bring a knife to open the boxes. Once opened, she saw boxes filled with clothes, shoes, and handbags.

All designer brands, with a total estimated value of over a million!

They weren’t her size, so they could only belong to Qin Miaomiao. How could a lowly outsider afford such extravagant items?

It was obvious that she had pestered her brother into buying them for her.

Spending her brother’s money to buy herself such things—how dare she?

Lu Lu’s face twisted into a cruel smile. Ha, she was eagerly anticipating Qin Miaomiao’s reaction when the boxes were opened.

When Qin Miaomiao came downstairs for the delivery, the living room was empty except for the boxes sitting there.

She weighed them in her hands—they weren’t particularly heavy. She called out a few times for Sister Li, but no one responded.

So, she simply began moving the boxes upstairs herself, making several trips and working up a sweat.

Besides her own clothes, there were likely things Lu Qing had bought for her; he was always straightforward and resolute in his actions.

She peeled back the tape and opened a box, only to freeze, her gaze darkening gradually.

It was a chaotic mess inside. She pulled out a piece of clothing, which had several holes slashed through it—obviously cut with a knife!

The rest of the boxes were the same; not a single item was untouched!