Lu Qingqing's attitude and the content of her speech greatly pleased Fu Yisheng, giving him the perfect reason to give her the custom clothing he had prepared for her.
"Come to my place," Fu Yisheng took charge, hooked his arm around Lu Qingqing's waist, and with a slight effort, made her fall into his lap, startling Lu Qingqing into wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
With the delicate beauty nestled in his arms, Fu Yisheng smiled with exceptional pride, like a cat that got the cream.
Lu Qingqing was left without the energy to be angry.
"Why go to your house? My clothes and jewelry are all at my home," she protested. The jewelry that wasn't at Ning Mansion was in Pengcheng, which was even farther away.
Fu Yisheng corrected her, "Not to where my parents live, but to a house under my name."
Lu Qingqing asked in surprise, "Your house?"
"Yes."
It was his marital home.
