Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

”Then what do I look like?” Lingling’s face fell, instantly feeling downcast.

”Like a little beggar, hahaha.”

Lu Tianxing burst into laughter, seeing Lingling’s disheartened expression.

”Daddy, you’re lying, you’re lying.”

Lingling immediately became unruly, diving into Lu Tianxing’s arms.

”Hahaha, Daddy’s not lying. You’re just a little beggar right now.”

Lu Tianxing embraced Lingling, gently wiping the little face she’d smudged while searching for things.

”Hmph, then Daddy’s a big beggar,” Lingling pouted.

”And what about your mommy!” Lu Tianxing asked curiously.

”Mommy’s a female beggar.”

Just as Qiu Yingrong pushed open the door and walked in, she heard Lingling calling her a female beggar and was instantly at a loss for words. ”Lingling, you’re being naughty again. Do you believe I’ll spank your bottom?”

”I’m not afraid of you!”

Lingling made a funny face at Qiu Yingrong, hiding behind Lu Tianxing. ”You wouldn’t dare spank me. If you do, I’ll ask Daddy to spank you instead. Daddy, right, won’t you?”

”No problem, if your mommy dares to spank you, Daddy will avenge you.”

Lu Tianxing looked playfully at Qiu Yingrong, sizing up her curvaceous figure as if looking for a place to start.

”What are you looking at?”

Feeling Lu Tianxing’s tangible gaze, Qiu Yingrong shivered, memories of their encounter at Jingxin Tea House floated into her mind, bringing an unusual feeling to her heart, as though she stood before Lu Tianxing with nothing on.

”Nothing much, I just thought Lingling’s words made sense, I should take revenge for her.” Lu Tianxing smiled as he spoke.

”You... wishful thinking. Lingling’s just being naughty. If you spoil her like this, she’ll be spoiled rotten sooner or later.”

Qiu Yingrong glared at Lu Tianxing, but her gentle voice carried no real anger, sounding more like playful banter between lovers.

”If she gets spoiled, then so be it. Lingling is my daughter, of course, I have to be good to her, spoil her into a little princess.” Lu Tianxing smiled and said.

”Yes, I’m a little princess. Daddy’s the Emperor, and Mommy’s the Empress.” Lingling lay on Lu Tianxing’s back, nodding earnestly.

”Empress.”

Upon hearing this, sadness flashed in Qiu Yingrong’s eyes. She was certainly not Lu Tianxing’s Empress. What was between her and Lu Tianxing, after all? Just a fleeting romance.