Sweetheart V5: Boss Pampers Me Too Much!

Fortunately, this impudent woman still held his most prized bottle of wine in her arms, unbroken.

Wide-eyed in shock, Jing Yiren looked at Lu Ming with an expression of sheer terror, as if she had seen a monster. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts.

With a piercing scream so loud it felt like the house might rattle, she finally reacted.

Lu Ming held his aching ear in annoyance, "What on earth are you going on about?"

Jing Yiren covered her eyes with one hand and hugged the bottle of wine with the other, cursing profanities: "You shameless beast! Get dressed!"

"…" Lu Ming glanced downwards at his eight-pack abs and lower body. He wasn't utterly bare, so why was this woman pretending to be so pure?

"Jing Yiren! I have no time to play your fool here, clean this place up before dawn." With that, Lu Ming turned and headed upstairs.

Jing Yiren secretly peeped through a gap in her fingers, playing innocent: "These are all lousy wines, they are of no use, only this one is good." She held up the wine bottle in her hand as she spoke.

At her words, Lu Ming abruptly stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes, his face black as the bottom of a pot.

Lousy wine? Even if it was lousy, he had paid for it. Did she have the right to smash it all up? When had Jing Yiren become an expert on wines?

He shot back a warning: "Who gave you permission to touch my things?"

"Uncle! ..."

"Don't call me Uncle!" Lu Ming growled furiously.

Jing Yiren jerked in fright, nearly dropping the last bottle of wine in her arms. Luckily, she caught it in time.

She knew well that this man before her was not her Imperial Uncle, yet his aura and intimidation were so similar, she couldn't help but feel an instinctual fear.

A noble bearing that made others bow in respect, a dread-inspiring aura, even though she was a proud princess, she felt diminished in his presence.

"Unc…Your highness…I wanted this bottle. I didn't know that the shelf was as soft as tofu, it collapsed when I pushed it just slightly."

"…" His mahogany wine rack was as soft as tofu?

He remembered clearly that it had taken four strong men to bring it in.

"Beep beep beep…" Just as Lu Ming was about to lose his temper, an alarm sounded from the kitchen.

Lu Ming instinctively stepped over the mess in front of him and strode into the kitchen, only to find garbage scattered everywhere - vegetable leaves, milk, cake, meat were all strewn about, the refrigerator door was wide open and its contents were in a complete mess.

Lu Ming forcefully shut the refrigerator doors, silencing the alarm.

Jing Yiren, bottle in hand, stood at the kitchen doorway, wide-eyed with surprise. She looked at Lu Ming, admiration clear on her face.

"…" So, the alarm will sound if the refrigerator doors remain open.

Lu Ming took two strides towards her, grabbed the bottle of wine from her arms and placed it on a nearby shelf. He yanked her by the wrist and began dragging her upstairs.

At the same time, he shouted for the butler who was already asleep: "Wu Bo – get someone to clean up the living room."

Lu Ming was a bit rough, her knees bumped against several stairs as he dragged her upstairs, causing her to grit her teeth in pain.

Once back in their room, Lu Ming flung Jing Yiren into the bathroom.

"Come out when you've gotten clean!"

"…" In the bathroom, Jing Yiren hadn't yet grasped what Lu Ming had said. She was overwhelmed by a wave of nausea. Doubled over in pain, she clutched her stomach and paced around the room.

Her mind wandered back to the sweet drink she had consumed earlier.