My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 148 She is My Wife

The door had been closed at some point, and what’s worse, it wouldn’t open.

Qin Miaomiao’s heart sank. It’s over, it’s over. This feels like a setup for locked-room imprisonment. Judging from their earlier fight, she was no match for him. Was she really going to meet her end here today?

She had already sent an alert to Lu Qing. He’s so clever; he should have noticed something was wrong by now, right?

Lu Qing, if you don’t come soon, your wife is about to be devoured by someone!

"Excuse me, sir."

"Ou bei Yao."

"What?"

"My name."

"Alright, Mr. Ou. How about we make a deal? I can drop by occasionally to accompany your little brother, but staying with him all the time? That’s impossible. I have my own life too. As for compensation, there’s no need for that. What do you think?"

Qin Miaomiao felt that she had already expressed her sincerity with these words.

"Not enough."

"What?"

"I need you to stay by Xiao Chen’s side at all times until he fully recovers."

Qin Miaomiao’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You must be joking."

He took a step closer, his tall figure exuding an oppressive aura. His sharp gaze was like that of a hawk, sending chills down her spine.

"Do I look like I’m joking to you?"

Having been around Lu Qing for so long, Qin Miaomiao had built up some nerve. When Lu Qing put on a cold face, it was just as terrifying. So instead of getting scared, she appeared even calmer. Crossing her arms, she said flatly:

"Mr. Ou, from the looks of it, your ancestors must have been bandits, enjoying the act of take-by-force."

He leaned in closer, a subtle flicker in his eyes, and hooked his finger under her chin:

"Plenty of women beg me to take by force."

"Ha! They must all have persecution complexes."

"You’ll come to enjoy it."

As he spoke, he lowered his head as if to kiss her. Oh no—was this going to be a forced kiss?

She instinctively lifted her leg to kick, but his knee clamped hers firmly in place. A mocking laugh escaped his lips. "You ambushed me once; there won’t be a second time. Little kitten, you can’t escape."

"...."

What the hell... he defended against it?

Qin Miaomiao was furious and wanted to bite him. She glared at him harshly. If he dared to kiss her, she’d bite him to death! If she couldn’t bite him to death, she’d at least sever his tongue!

Just as his face drew closer and closer, the door behind him was suddenly kicked open with a bang.

Qin Miaomiao felt her body being yanked backward into a sturdy, warm embrace.

The familiar scent hit her nostrils, and her heart finally relaxed.

Her body also loosened immediately. "You’re here."

"Step back. I don’t want you to get hurt."

"Alright, be careful."

Qin Miaomiao quickly stepped back a few paces, her eyes, however, lit with excitement. Did this mean... they were going to fight?

She had barely retreated two steps when she saw Lu Qing throw a straight punch toward Ou bei Yao’s face. Ou bei Yao sidestepped to dodge. The moment their fists connected, they both instantly gauged that the other was not to be trifled with.

Ou bei Yao cast him a frosty glare. "Young Master Lu?"

"Boss Ou."

Though they hadn’t met face-to-face before, Lu Qing’s ability to track him here indicated he knew exactly who Ou was.

Lu Qing shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside, a flicker of malice flashing through his eyes.

"Outside?"

"Fine."

The room was too cramped for a proper showdown. If they were going to fight, they’d do it thoroughly.

Ou bei Yao unbuttoned his coat, casting a quick glance at Qin Miaomiao. This woman seemed oddly excited—she showed no trace of worry. What, exactly, was her relationship with Lu Qing?

What kind of woman could warrant him coming all this way for her?

"I never thought I’d meet Young Master Lu under such circumstances."

"I, on the other hand, never expected Boss Ou to have a penchant for abducting women."

"Is she your woman?"

"No."

His tone paused briefly, and his gaze darkened even further: "She’s my wife."

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