Song Li and the others weren't the typical spoiled rich kids; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so successful. For him to win over this group so easily showed just how charming he was.
Qin Miaomiao caught a glimpse of the admiration in their eyes and shook her head quietly.
See, Ninth Uncle was at it again, playing his trump card. As they say, to dismantle an enemy, you must strike from within.
Lu Qing's brotherhood was conquered so effortlessly.
Pity her poor husband, still busy and drowning in the kitchen.
So, she ventured into the kitchen to comfort her man.
Lu Qing was wielding a butcher knife, dismantling a fish with precision. All because Yan Lv insisted on having braised fish—oh, he'd deliver a braised fish Yan Lv would never forget.
"Uh, honey, your expression looks downright terrifying, like you're dismembering a body or something."
Lu Qing shot her a sideways glance: "What are you doing in here?"
