My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious -
Chapter 204: Giving You My Entire Fortune
Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Giving You My Entire Fortune
Middle of the night! Alone, a single woman! With just a little yellow lamp on, she nestled by the bed and drafted a new marriage contract!
"First, the bride doesn’t cook, so the groom must often take her out for delicious food and spicy dishes!"
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow, glanced at her flat stomach, and put on a thoughtful expression: "A bit too skinny, needs better care for future baby monkeys."
"..."
"Second, stop ruffling my hair all the time, you’re going to make me bald soon."
"Fine, but if I don’t ruffle your hair, I’ll just ruffle something else instead."
Shameless bastard! Hmph!
"In that case, keep ruffling my hair."
At her surrender, Lu Qing looked even more pleased, his lips curling into a faint smile. It seemed she was quite satisfied with him.
"Third! This is particularly important—big decisions are yours, small ones are mine. But honestly, there aren’t many big decisions in the household, so basically, it’s all going to be up to me. How about that?"
Lu Qing rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes at her:
"Fair enough."
"Fourth! The last point—things like what just happened can only happen once per week!"
For the sake of her own life, this was non-negotiable, or she might genuinely die in bed.
Without a second thought, Lu Qing outright rejected: "No way!"
"Then... twice?"
"Heh."
Qin Miaomiao gritted her teeth and reluctantly compromised: "Three times, that’s my bottom line. No more than that!"
"Deal."
However, by the time Qin Miaomiao fully understood what Lu Qing considered as ’once,’ she regretted it so much she felt like smashing her head against the wall!
Both of them signed the new agreement, scribbled their names, and even stamped their fingerprints on it. As she stared at the scarlet fingerprints, Qin Miaomiao couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d just sold herself. Especially when she caught the hint of darkness in his gaze—she suddenly suspected she’d fallen into a wolf’s den.
Lu Qing pulled open the drawer and casually tossed a pile of items in front of her. Looking at the various cards scattered about, she was left dumbfounded.
"What’s this for?"
"Your husband’s wealth—all the cards are here. As for the real estate properties, we’ll sort out the procedures later."
After contemplating for a moment, Qin Miaomiao climbed out of bed, went to a particularly private corner, and retrieved a jewelry box. With a dramatic flair, she dumped its contents onto the bed.
"These are my dowry."
Now it was Lu Qing’s turn to be stunned:
"Yours?"
He ruffled her hair again: "Seems like my wife is quite wealthy too. Impressive."
"Of course. I’ll only get richer in the future, so you don’t need to give me money to spend."
Back then, she had managed to expand the Su Group into its current scale, and she could definitely grow the Qin Family too!
With money literally shoved in her face, Lu Qing pinched her upturned nose:
"Add this to the contract: My wife is only allowed to spend her husband’s money. Otherwise, why am I making so much? To save for those little monkey babies we’ll have? By the way, you’re short on jewelry. I’ll replenish it a few times next week. Lu Family’s got specialized jewelry stores—you can pick whatever you like."
"...."
Is this considered flaunting wealth? If so, it’s the kind that makes her ridiculously happy!
"But....."
"But what?"
"We’re still missing a pair of wedding rings."
On September 16th, the new film officially began production, with Long Ting Group’s president making an appearance at the press conference. The incident sent online fans into a frenzy.
"Screen-licking time! Lord Lu has finally shown up."
"I’m so heartsick from missing him I could practically die of longing!"
"Out of all the men in the world, I only love Lu Shen!"
"Did you all notice?! Lord Lu is wearing a wedding ring! A wedding ring! Ahhhh!"
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