"You didn’t even praise me." How did she manage to read a trace of what seemed like grievance from his face? She smiled and hugged him from behind: "Hubby, you’re amazing—actually defeating a fifteen-year-old teenager." He slapped her shoulder heavily: "Are you teasing me?" "Who would dare? But, I’m genuinely reassured knowing my husband has an IQ of 160. Maybe someday we’ll have a super-smart baby, as adorably well-behaved as Xiao Chen! What do you think? How many should we have?" Lu Qing’s lips curled up, a warm glint flickering in his eyes: "Two boys and a girl. The boys can be raised casually, but the girl must be spoiled properly. Ideally, we’d achieve this all in one go—that way, you’d avoid the hardship of pregnancy." "You think you’re so clever! I’m not having kids—too much trouble. No way, absolutely not." Lu Qing scooped her up and whispered in a low voice: "No kids? Then I’ll just have to keep working on you." "Hey, I’m warning you, once I’m pregnant, no more fun is allowed! Are you sure you want that?" Lu Qing’s gaze darkened slightly, half-closing his eyes to look at her: "You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?" Qin Miaomiao grinned mischievously like a fox: "Of course. So, dear Mr. Lu, what are you planning to do about it?" Lu Qing pulled her closer, his gaze at her as if he intended to devour her whole: "You’ll find out exactly what I plan to ’do’ with you." Talking now—such loaded implications—definitely a veteran driver! That night, the pace sped up. Together, they explored new knowledge, experimenting with fresh techniques. Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but marvel at his stamina and his intense thirst for learning in *that* department! Dammit, her aching waist was killing her—maybe she should bite him to death! Lin Xiaoxiao had arranged to meet her, even called Jiaojiao along. They chose a relatively quiet, secluded alley cafe. Because Qin Miaomiao was worried about Ou Beichen, she brought him with her. In public, he was incredibly shy, kept silent, and just focused on playing with his Rubik’s Cube. As soon as Jiaojiao saw Ou Beichen, her eyes lit up, practically glowing! She almost lunged forward—oh boy, what an irresistibly adorable little cutie. Qin Miaomiao quickly stopped her: "Jiaojiao, calm down. He’s my little brother. Don’t you dare bully him." Ou Beichen, hearing this, blinked slightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips, though he still kept his head down. "Hmph, since when did you have a little brother? How come I didn’t know?" "Come off it—let’s talk business. Do you know why Lin Xiaoxiao invited us this time?" Jiaojiao pouted: "How would I know? But she’s pretty decent. Sure, her reputation in the industry isn’t great—those rumors about her sleeping her way up are sheer nonsense. She’s worked hard for five years, carved out killer acting skills, and only now earned her place. We should thank her for the film festival incident too." Qin Miaomiao nodded. She’d initially thought of her as a rival but later realized that girl was quite admirable. She’d almost been roped into trouble at one point—if Song Li hadn’t appeared in time to help her out, her career would’ve been destroyed. "What about you? How are things with Jin Jing? I’ve noticed how protective he is of you." Jiaojiao froze for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her hand tightly, saying seriously: "Miaomiao, I need to tell you something." "W-What is it?" Her unusually serious tone made Miaomiao nervous! Qin Miaomiao’s coffee sprayed uncontrollably from her mouth—luckily, Jiaojiao dodged quickly, or she’d have been hit. "Y-You just said... what?!"