The words "personally cooked" held some appeal for Qin Miaomiao. She looked at his overly handsome face and smiled, "You promised to do it personally, okay? Wait, hold that pose—don’t move. Let me take a photo of you. You look super handsome!" After snapping several pictures, the photos were so perfect that she didn’t even need to retouch them. She uploaded them directly to her Moments and, for the sake of her millions of followers on Weibo, she also posted them there. First up was her Moments. Not a single like!!! New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novèlfire.net Instead, the comment section became flooded with messages: Jiaojiao: Display of PDA, get lost! Meng Er: Display of PDA, get lost! Yan Lv: Display of PDA, get lost! Jin Jing: Display of PDA, get lost! Ai: Display of PDA, get lost! Ninth Uncle: Not as handsome as me. Ninth Uncle, are you really starting to care about looks these days? Joanna: Babe, wait for me. When Qin Miaomiao saw Joanna’s reply, she couldn’t help but shiver. Jiaojiao was affectionate toward her, but this girl... she might actually have a crush on her. Lu Qing casually grabbed her phone to take a glance, then shot her a sidelong look: "Who’s Ai?" Qin Miaomiao tried to play dumb, but Lu Qing wasn’t letting her off the hook. He presented the evidence to her: "You’ve got one chance to explain." She meekly confessed, "Song Li." Lu Qing’s expression darkened: "I thought I was your Ai." Qin Miaomiao laughed nervously, "Well, it’s different. I just admire him more. He’s super smart and into extreme challenges and stuff. Everyone needs someone to look up to. It just so happens that he’s the one I admire." Han Shu, who was driving, looked totally awkward. Young Madam, there’s no need to be so brutally honest... Can’t you see Young Master Lu’s face has already turned sour? For the love of all things holy, stop talking! Lu Qing let out a cold laugh and directly edited the contact name: Song Little Third. "Hey, too much! How is my Ai reduced to ’Song Little Third’?" Lu Qing suddenly remembered the connotations of "little third" and edited the name again: Song. "You’re leaving it at just a surname? No first name?" Lu Qing glanced at her: "Keep arguing, and I’ll delete it altogether." Qin Miaomiao’s expression changed, and she quickly turned subservient, clutching his arm: "Hubby, you’re the best. Let’s stick to ’Song San’ then." Lu Qing scrolled through her WeChat contacts and, after searching for ages, still couldn’t find himself. He grumbled: "Oh, here, see? Lu Qing." Lu Qing’s face darkened even further, his palm smacking lightly against her shoulder. "Lu Qing? Huh? You went out of your way to edit Song San’s nickname, and for me—it’s just this plain?" Tsk tsk tsk, someone’s jealous again. "How about I change it? What do you think of ’Hubby’?" Lu Qing looked smug. "Boring." "Lu Little Princess?" Lu Qing applied even more force to his grip: "Qin Miaomiao, do you want to die?" Qin Miaomiao completely gave up: "Fine, you do it yourself. I’m done trying!!" "Change it to ’Dear Handsome Hubby’." "...Honestly, I think ’Dear Hubby Little Princess’ might be better." With his prideful demeanor, he totally acted like a little princess! She really couldn’t deal with this "handsome hubby" nonsense. Han Shu kept driving, trying to suppress his laughter to the point where his bladder was about to burst. When they finally got home, he glanced at Lu Qing’s ice-cold face and nearly couldn’t hold it in anymore, almost laughing himself to tears—or worse... peeing his pants. This nickname showdown ended with Lu Qing’s absolute victory, though Qin Miaomiao sneakily changed it back later.