My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious Chapter 5: Eat and Deny the Debt?

A tremor ran through Qin Miaomiao the instant their gazes locked. Despite her past experiences, a flicker of genuine fear ignited within her when faced with those penetrating eyes, as if her very essence was being pierced and encased in ice.

In her former life, as Su Jin, the name Lu Family and Lu Qing echoed like thunder. She never fathown that she would encounter this reclusive yet all-encompassing figure in such a manner.

The Lu Family stood as the undisputed pinnacle of A City, an authority so profound that even their distant lineages commanded immense respect under the family's banner.

Lu Qing, the patriarch of this esteemed lineage, was whispered to be a figure of ruthless dominance, adeptly navigating both the legitimate world and its shadowy underbelly. His influence reached such heights that even high-ranking officials bowed to his will.

Despite these formidable descriptors, he remained an enigma, his true appearance veiled, his presence marked only by a chilling reputation.

Yet, here she was, Qin Miaomiao, facing her first encounter with this powerful man under the most awkward of circumstances—a soon-to-be ex-wife poised for divorce.

Fate, it seemed, possessed a rather cruel sense of humor.

Drawing a steadying breath against the intimidating aura Lu Qing exuded, Qin Miaomiao lifted her chin, meeting the gaze of the most powerful man present. A spark ignited in her previously subdued eyes, a vivid emotion that captured Lu Qing's attention for a second look.

"Mr. Lu, I believe we need to have a serious conversation," she stated, her voice soft.

"There is nothing to discuss." His disdain was a tangible force, each word dripping with coldness. Despite the circumstances, not a shred of sympathy or warmth softened his expression toward her.

Qin Miaomiao inhaled deeply once more. Divorce was not an option; without this title, her standing as a member of the Qin Family would be utterly void!

The Qin Family had already crumbled, its fortunes plundered by its own avaricious members. How could she possibly exact her revenge then?

"I will not sign the papers. Furthermore, have you discussed this with Grandfather? Would he approve?" Qin Miaomiao's lips curved into a cool smile, her tone calm yet laced with defiance, an aura of composed authority enveloping her.

This shift in demeanor, this unexpected assertion—it even stirred a flicker of bewildered interest in Lu Qing. Since when had this previously flighty and troublesome woman learned to leverage their grandfather against him?

However, such a minor change was hardly enough to sway him.

His expression remained icily impassive. His deep, striking eyes fixed upon her, their piercing scrutiny causing Qin Miaomiao to flinch involuntarily, nearly losing her footing.

In the next instant, his lips twisted into a smile that promised only intimidation as he leaned in, closing the distance between them. The palpable danger emanating from him compelled Qin Miaomiao to instinctively recoil, seeking to escape his perilous proximity—an escape that proved impossible.

The suffocating closeness of his presence made Qin Miaomiao squeeze her eyes shut. The moment she did, his frigid voice descended upon her like a clap of thunder:

"So, you've learned to threaten me now? Perhaps you should examine this contract before making such hasty declarations."

She compelled her fluttering nerves to stillness, tilting her face upwards to meet his gaze once more. Her delicate features held an innocent cast, but her dark eyes now blazed with resolute defiance and unyielding determination.

Lu Qing's eyes caught on her stubborn gaze, that subtle rebellion catching him off guard yet again. This woman, so foolish—when had she started becoming so unpredictable?

Her voice emerged, betraying a slight huskiness yet carrying unwavering firmness:

"This is my marriage. Whether we divorce is a decision solely mine to make. Even you, Lu Qing, do not possess the authority to decide that."

The declaration, "my marriage, my choice," resonated with quiet dignity, yet it was imbued with a stubborn resolve that startled Lu Qing anew.

For him, however, this arranged union and the woman tied to it had long since tested the limits of his patience. All vestiges of tolerance had vanished.

Raising his hand, his calloused palm pressed firmly against the delicate curve of her neck, which trembled slightly beneath his cool touch. His eyes held no warmth, only a chilling rage simmering just beneath the surface of his smirk.

A primal intuition screamed within Qin Miaomiao—this man was dangerously volatile, utterly unforgiving of defiance. Anyone who dared to provoke his anger would undoubtedly face a dire consequence.

Still, Qin Miaomiao held her head high, her expression defiant and her gaze unwavering.

"Authority? Hah. No one has ever dared to speak to me in such a manner. Qin Miaomiao, you're the first. You will face the repercussions."

Though her expression remained resolute, Qin Miaomiao couldn't ignore the cold sweat trickling down her spine as she met his frosty eyes and intense gaze.

She was acutely aware—just a little more pressure from his hand, and her life would be forfeit. And he was entirely capable of doing it; the force of his grip was already stealing her breath.

Even if she wanted to leverage the title of Mrs. Lu, she certainly didn't wish to gamble away her very existence. At this moment, regret gnawed at her heart!

"Cough... cough... A divorce... isn't completely out of the question. But—I have one condition," Qin Miaomiao stammered between gasps, desperately trying to pry Lu Qing's hand away.

Lu Qing's dark eyes narrowed, his grip slackening slightly. He responded with cool indifference:

"Speak."

"Change the timeframe to one year. After one year, the contract automatically takes effect, and we can divorce. How does that sound?" Qing Miaomiao blurted out, taking deep, ragged breaths.

What a joke—this was a matter of life and death! She could not allow herself to perish right after being reborn!

Lu Qing lowered his gaze to her, his eyes scrutinizing her face, the corners of his eyes narrowing slightly.

"One year? Qin Miaomiao, what game are you trying to play here?"