"Give you ten million as pocket money?" He clicked his tongue twice, pressed her down beneath him, tapped her nose, and smiled: "It’s truly rare to be as money-obsessed as you are. You’re a young madam worth billions, do you even care?" Qin Miaomiao analyzed seriously, "Anyway, every time I negotiate with you, I’m the one who ends up losing. Instead of struggling in vain, I might as well take the chance to grab more. Ten million — think of how many plates of crayfish I could buy, how many skins I could unlock, how much gear I could purchase! Even if I can’t beat you all, I could bury you under all that gear." Lu Qing frowned slightly and lectured, "Indulging in distractions is self-destructive." The next day, her back really hurt, and she could only lie face-down. Lu Qing slept right next to her. She grabbed his hand and was dying to bite it hard! As soon as she moved, he woke up, looking somewhat pleased: She didn’t even bother sitting up and lazily said, "I’m hungry. Husband, go make me breakfast." After spending the whole night serving Qin Miaomiao, Lu Qing naturally complied, got up slowly, and asked: "What do you want to eat?" "Fried eggs, a bowl of plain noodles... Ah, Little Seventh’s plain noodles are so delicious. Husband, when are you bringing Little Seventh back? I miss him." Lu Qing stared at her for a while and sneered, "Miss him? Then he doesn’t need to come back." "No, no, no! I mean I miss his cooking. Without Little Seventh, you have no idea the kind of life I’ve had! Big Brother is a total psycho who slathers hot sauce on everything. Little Fourth can only make bizarre dark cuisine. Husband, can you really bear to let your baby’s stomach suffer ?" Lu Qing propped his chin on his hand and thought for a moment, "When I come up with the right exchange, you can discuss it with me." So... there’s still hope for a deal? Hmph, look how devoted she is just for Little Seventh! (Little Sixth and Little Second, utterly forgotten, might be crying in the bathroom now.) After Lu Qing made her breakfast, he left for work. Qin Miaomiao started working on her screenplay. "Reincarnation" was almost out of theaters and had done fairly well; she should seize the moment to keep up the momentum. But the script needed refining, and she couldn’t let the company’s affairs come to a halt either. Rong Lan had gone abroad to recover, leaving the company missing a strong player — not great news. Apart from signing a few artists, finding quality scripts was a top priority, and she’d already asked Zhou Shu to keep an eye out. Whether they could find anything was yet to be seen. For now, launching a movie would take too much time. A web series seemed like a promising direction. What she wanted was a script that caught people completely by surprise — formulaic, clichéd plots simply wouldn’t move her. Zhou Shu had sent over a few scripts, but after flipping through them, she felt they lacked originality and didn’t stir even a bit of excitement. Feeling frustrated, a call from an unknown number came in. Hmm? An unknown number? She didn’t recognize it and dismissed the call. After hanging up, the call came through again. Could it be a spam call? Qin Miaomiao hung up again! Once more, the call came in! This was relentless!