She was still wearing her pajamas when she was dragged downstairs and shoved into a car. The car was a super-stretched Lincoln with an incredibly spacious interior. Evening gowns and jewelry had all been prepared, but before she could get a closer look at the ruby necklace, Little Fourth pulled out a makeup kit and smiled at her: "Young Madam, sit still and cooperate nicely now. I promise to make you shine brilliantly." The car jolted violently, nearly throwing her off balance. She had serious doubts about how makeup could even be applied under such circumstances. "Brother Han! Can’t you drive steadier?" That one shout made Han Shu shiver. Qin Miaomiao swore it was the least effeminate she’d ever heard Little Fourth sound! During the next hour-long ride, Qin Miaomiao witnessed what could only be described as divine craftsmanship. Turning the ordinary into the extraordinary, she was so impressed that she wanted to kneel before Little Fourth. Aside from his tendency to chatter, Little Fourth was undeniably effective! "Young Madam, we’ve arrived." Qin Miaomiao took a deep breath, preparing to get out of the car, but not before Little Fourth dragged her in for a quick selfie. Lu Qing stepped out dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, exuding an overwhelming aura of elegance. His looks were almost too dazzling. A short distance away, the Lincoln came to a halt. The car door opened, and the first thing that appeared was a pair of stunning legs adorned with red high heels encrusted with diamonds—a touch too flamboyant, perhaps. Out stepped a bewitching beauty. Her captivating eyes sparkled, her smile was enchanting, and her ruby red lips seemed endlessly alluring. She embodied glamour and elegance. Lu Qing always knew Qin Miaomiao was beautiful, but he hadn’t anticipated that her beauty could reach such a breathtaking, dazzling level. She looked phenomenal in red—bold and seductive, yet commanding. The rich crimson hue complemented her fiery red lips perfectly—like flames, she burned dazzlingly bright. A faint smile curved his lips as he offered her a gentlemanly gesture: "This gorgeous lady, may I have the honor of accompanying you on the red carpet?" "You’ll have to ask my husband to see if he approves." "I already did. He agreed." Qin Miaomiao couldn’t suppress her laughter. "Really? Daring to hand his wife over to someone else—he’ll need to kneel on durians when he gets home." "Forget the durians. How about punishing him by letting him serve you well in bed? Seven rounds in one night—how’s that?" Qin Miaomiao slipped her hand into his arm, gave his waist a discreet pinch, and hissed under her breath while gritting her teeth: "Young Master Lu, you’ve been getting shameless lately." "That’s thanks to my wife’s excellent teaching. With such beauty in front of me, who needs shame?" "...." This was too much! Dear Lu Qing, where’s your sense of dignity? Your carefully curated public persona is on the verge of collapsing! Click, click, click—the reporters quickly spotted them and started snapping away. He held her hand and slowly led her onto the red carpet. The fans watching the live broadcast of the awards ceremony nearly exploded into chaos, filling the comment feed instantly! "Is that really my Lord Lu? Ahhh! Such god-tier looks! Everyone back off, he’s mine!" "In your dreams! That’s obviously my Lu Shen, alright?" "Pfft, are you all serious? Little sidekick hasn’t spoken yet, and you’re all fighting here?" "Who is that woman daring to hold Lord Lu’s hand? Who? Who!" "Seems her name is Qin Miaomiao. She’s actually quite pretty." "Yeah, honestly, looks prettier than most minor celebrities. And that ruby necklace around her neck—wow, it’s stunning!" "If those rubies are real, the whole jewelry set is worth no less than thirty million." "So, is she some top-tier rich heiress? But why is Lord Lu walking the red carpet with her? He was with her at the last press conference too!" "Lord Lu belongs to Little Sidekick! Lord Lu belongs to Little Sidekick! Lord Lu belongs to Little Sidekick! Important things must be said three times!"