My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious Chapter 1063 - 973: Do You Like It?

"Greetings, President. Greetings, Madam."

"Hello."

Qin Miaomiao felt a persistent unease with the respectful address of 'Madam', finding the formality somewhat uncomfortable. As they entered their private elevator, she turned to the man beside her and inquired, "Honey, who do you suppose coined the term 'Madam'?"

"What is it? You're still not accustomed to hearing it?"

"Yes, I never have become used to it. You know, I think next time I just won't come up to find you."

Qin Miaomiao remarked, a playful, wry smile gracing her cheeks.

From his vantage point upstairs, Lu Xing observed the pair depart, their hands clasped, his expression growing considerably more pensive. He immediately initiated a phone call.

"It's me. Let's arrange a meeting when you're free; there's something I need to discuss."

Mo Wenwan scanned her surroundings, noticing that the appointed time had come and gone, yet the expected individual had not yet arrived. A sense of bewilderment washed over her. Then, the recollection of the tone from a recent phone call surfaced, leading her to suspect that Lu Xing must have something of significance to convey.

"My apologies, I'm late."

The man who had suddenly materialized before her captured Mo Wenwan's attention. He then took a seat, his demeanor serious as he uttered his first words.

"This weekend, accompany me to the Lu family's ancestral home."

Mo Wenwan's gaze remained steadily fixed on Lu Xing, unchanged. She fully comprehended the implication of his invitation but felt no particular stir upon hearing it directly. Her thoughts were occupied by other matters, and she replied with a smile, "As I mentioned before, I wish to be your genuine girlfriend, not merely an actress, not just a bed partner. Have you given that any consideration?"

"Do you truly believe that being my girlfriend is such a desirable position? Not just anyone can hold that title."

Lu Xing's eyes held a challenging glint as he spoke.

Mo Wenwan recognized that Lu Xing's words were intended as a deterrent. Undeterred, she responded, "What is there to fear about the pressure of being your girlfriend? My current stress levels are already at their peak; this won't make any discernible difference."

"Is that so? It appears you are indeed a woman of considerable resilience."

Lu Xing continued to engage Mo Wenwan with playful banter, never providing her with a definitive answer. He consistently felt they were not a compatible match, believing that their arrangement as bed partners offered far greater ease than a conventional dating relationship. There were no arguments over responsibilities, no need to decipher each other's intentions – an arrangement he found perfectly suited.

Mo Wenwan observed Lu Xing intently, recognizing that he was a stark contrast to Lu Qing, appearing overly cautious and indecisive regarding relationships. She sighed, remarking with a touch of helplessness, "You are a man, after all. Are you truly afraid of experiencing loss in a relationship? Even if we were to part ways later, it wouldn't be you who suffered the greatest pain. I harbor no fear, so what is it that you are afraid of?"

Lu Xing looked at Mo Wenwan, perceiving that she had entirely missed the true import of his words. He let out a reluctant chuckle, a gesture of his own exasperation.

Mo Wenwan cheerfully consented to accompany him to the Lu family's ancestral home that weekend.

"I can accompany you, but you must cooperate with my plan."

Lu Xing regarded her with surprise, a growing sense of helplessness permeating his demeanor. He then stated, "Actually, you are the one who needs to cooperate with me. He is my grandfather, not yours."

"Does that truly make a difference? He will eventually be my grandfather too."

Her declaration was clear and unambiguous, further solidifying Mo Wenwan's understanding of Lu Xing's meticulous nature. Yet, it was precisely because of this very meticulousness that she was able to pinpoint a crucial element.

"Let's reconnect soon; I have other matters requiring my attention, so I must take my leave."

Lu Xing's gaze remained fixed on Mo Wenwan's retreating figure, a nascent sense of detachment gradually settling within his heart.