Little Sixth was sweating profusely, glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time. "My dear Young Master Lu, could you maybe tone down that freezing aura you’re giving off?" "I’m cold! What if I catch a cold? Will you count that as a workplace injury?" "How long has Young Madam been inside?" "Ten minutes and twenty-six seconds." Lu Qing’s expression grew colder. It’s been this long, and she’s still not out? What could she possibly have to talk about with that old man? "Young Master Lu, Young Madam has cooperated with Li Li to get Chu Yunhao sent to prison. Next, she plans to target Su Jin." "Did the Qin Family previously have any grudges with the Su Family?" "No, there’s no history of conflict." Lu Qing’s gaze flickered. No grudges at all? Then why does Miao Miao hate Chu Yunhao and Su Jin so fiercely? And yet, she’s so close and affectionate with Ninth Uncle? "Additionally, this Su Jin was once fostered by Mr. Jiu for a while." There must be hidden truths unknown to others within all this. His delicate little wife surely harbors quite a few secrets. After another ten minutes, Little Sixth was trembling from the cold. "Young Madam, if you don’t come out soon, Little Sixth will freeze into an icicle!" Lu Qing ran out of patience and got out of the car, only to see Qin Miaomiao walking out. Ninth Uncle was personally escorting her! No matter how Lu Qing looked at him, Ninth Uncle’s grin seemed unbearably smug, and the way he looked at Lu Qing was full of provocation! "Still, Little Jin’er knows how to care for Ninth Uncle." Ninth Uncle gently ruffled her hair, and Lu Qing’s face darkened further. Miao Miao’s hair was only for him to touch! Lu Qing smiled faintly and said: "Ninth Uncle, where’s your foster daughter now? I must say, Ninth Uncle, you truly dote on her. Even the servants taking care of her—were they all personally arranged by you? Meanwhile, poor Miao Miao in my family didn’t get such treatment. Never mind, I suppose we should come here less often in the future. We wouldn’t want to interrupt such profound father-daughter love." Ninth Uncle’s face turned icy. This brat actually dared to stir up trouble! "Liyuan, starting this moment, belongs to Little Jin’er. Butler, go handle the transfer procedures. Register Liyuan under Little Jin’er’s name." The butler looked dumbfounded. This was Liyuan! Liyuan! A century-old estate and a symbol of Mr. Jiu’s status—he was really transferring it just like that? Was there no limit to his audacity? Lu Qing let out a cold snort. Trying to use this to tempt Miao Miao? To curry favor with her? Shameless! Qin Miaomiao coughed twice, tugged at Ninth Uncle’s sleeve, and spoke softly: "Ninth Uncle, he was joking. I don’t want anything from you, nor will I join the Su Family genealogy. But you’ll always be my Ninth Uncle. That will never change in this lifetime. It’s cold, and your health isn’t great. Go get some rest. If you catch a cold, I’ll truly be upset. Butler, make sure the heating in Ninth Uncle’s quarters isn’t lacking. Also, be careful with his dietary supplements. I’ll have someone draw up a list and follow it for better results. Ninth Uncle, I’ll come visit you again." She turned around and gently hugged him. Ninth Uncle froze for a moment. Only when she got into the car and it drove off into the distance did he snap out of it, the faint, elegant scent lingering at the tip of his nose. The butler chuckled and said: "Miss truly cares for Mr. Jiu. Who else would refuse things falling right into their lap, and instead push them away?" The value of Liyuan? Everyone here knew. The benefits of entering the Su Family genealogy? Those were equally clear. With all of this, in the entire Yan Jing, she could walk sideways with her status. Whoever saw her would have to treat her with utmost respect! A wave of warmth filled Ninth Uncle’s gaze, his voice calm: "Now that’s my Little Jin’er." Stubborn to the point of heartbreak. "Miss Mo is still in the living room and hasn’t left, saying she wants to greet you before leaving." Ninth Uncle’s expression immediately cooled: "Tell her to leave, and never come back to Liyuan again. Also, remind her to recognize her place." The butler’s expression turned serious in an instant. It was clear now—Qin Miaomiao was the one who held Mr. Jiu’s heart. As for Mo Wenwan? She was just someone kept around for amusement, yet she dared to think she mattered?