Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 132: Every Word Pierces the Heart

Qian saw Zheng Xu’s car parked by the roadside, knowing he was there to back her up.

"Pull over, I need to say a few words."

She wasn’t going to mention it, but once she did, Yu Minglang stepped on the gas, overtaking them in a flash.

Qian watched as Zheng Xu’s car faded into the distance, angrily stomping on Yu Minglang.

"Once we get to the stop, I’ll call him myself and thank him properly." Yu Minglang’s expression wasn’t too pleasant either.

The two stayed angry all the way, not speaking to each other.

Zheng Xu watched as Yu Minglang’s car overtook his, and the driver asked him.

"Xu, should we chase them?"

"Always a step late."

"What did you say, Xu?"

"Nothing. Go, send a few people down and smash that van for me. Beat up the guys, and slap the leading girl a few times, just because they’re an eyesore."

Zheng Xu lit a cigarette, sat in the car, watching his men handle the situation. His gaze, however, seemed far away.

Why was he always a step late compared to Yu Minglang? This question plagued Zheng Xu for a long time, and in truth, this wasn’t the first time he was late.

If Qian had gotten to know him first, would she still have this fondness for Yu Minglang?

This question drifted through the car along with the smoke, unanswered.

This is fate, the unanswerable fate.

The car reached the city, and with the bumps along the way, Grandma unknowingly fell asleep.

Yu Minglang pulled the car over and got out, took out his phone, and Qian followed.

He was heard saying.

"I couldn’t brake in time earlier. Thanks for today."

"It’s nothing."

Zheng Xu’s voice came through the speaker, sounding somewhat low.

Qian wanted to take the phone from Yu Minglang, but Yu Minglang held her tight, warning her with his eyes.

"When will you be free? We’ll treat you to a meal. After all, Xu backed us up. My girl is young, and as her boyfriend, I should be polite."

Each word hitting hard. Was this a thank you or anger?

Qian really wanted to mock Yu Minglang’s petty behavior.

"..." Zheng Xu didn’t respond, perhaps angered by Yu Minglang.

"Xu, if you ever need anything, just say it. For my girlfriend’s sake, anything you ask is well-received, Xu is generous, Xu gives much—"

"Beep beep..."

Zheng Xu hung up.

Yu Minglang waved the phone in front of the speechless Qian.

"See, it’s settled. I’m not indebted to him anymore, you heard it, I sincerely invited him for a meal, and he didn’t come himself."

"You call that sincerity?" Qian couldn’t even imagine what expression Zheng Xu had now.

He must be really infuriated.

This is truly mean...

"How am I insincere? Chen Xiaoqian, you erase your sympathy for him from your mind. If he really has no dodgy intentions, he wouldn’t feel bad. Only if he’s guilty inside would he be uncomfortable with what I say. Your stance needs to be clear, you are my girlfriend, you have nothing to do with him!"

"Finding you? I have to find you first! I tried calling you first today, did it go through? My grandma has a weak heart. If I hadn’t found someone, and something happened today, who would dare speak? Yu Minglang, don’t be so self-righteous. Don’t say you’re just in the probation period now. Even if we’re serious, I can’t just revolve around you! I have my own social circle!"

Yu Minglang and Qian stood facing each other, glaring at one another, neither willing to give in.

"You’re good with other friends, but Zheng Xu won’t do. What intentions does he have towards you? Are you really unaware or just pretending?" Yu Minglang rarely spoke to Chen Xiaoqian in such a stern tone.

But the more he acted this way, the more it provoked Qian.

She was used to being the one in charge, never being controlled by anyone, his approach was bound to trigger her reaction.

"I have a clear conscience with Zheng Xu, and I don’t need to explain anything to you. Yu Minglang, if you don’t have even this bit of trust in me, we should call it quits. I’ll tell you this, I definitely need to deal with Zheng Xu, your concern over this is useless."

"How is it useless? He’s now watching you like a hawk, you tell me, useless?!" Yu Minglang’s anger was provoked.

Qian deeply inhaled, "Yu Minglang, you’re not being rational now, I’m not quarreling with you. Talk to me in ten minutes."

She realized, if they continued this discussion, emotions would flare up, and once the emotions were involved, words would be spoken without thinking.

Yu Minglang got into the car, while Qian moved to the back seat with her grandma, neither speaking.

Both held onto their anger, a tense atmosphere enveloping the car.

Qian did not let Yu Minglang take grandma to her house but instead to Uncle’s place, and then called Jia Xiufang to come.

She led grandma inside, but didn’t follow, and instead got into Yu Minglang’s car.

"Find a place we can talk."

Yu Minglang led her back to his place.

Inside, frustration welled up. A perfectly good holiday, having put in so much effort to take two days off, instead of their first date, they faced their first argument.

This feeling was truly unpleasant.

Qian entered his home again, immediately spotting that set of sofas she endlessly mocked, now with a cushion atop.

Her heart instantly filled with complex emotions. Despite Yu Minglang sometimes coming across as domineering, he truly had nothing negative towards her.

She slept securely every night in the bed he arranged himself, this cushion surely prepared in advance as she mentioned its discomfort.

"I’d planned to pick a sofa with you after the date today, but you’re just too aggravating. No sofa for you, go, get yourself a stool and sit obediently!" Yu Minglang’s anger subsided somewhat once home.

Yet, unwilling to let it go, he created an opportunity for himself.

If she was smart, she’d quickly snuggle up, sit on his lap, wrap her arms around his neck, and give him a few kisses on the face, resolving everything.

Yu Minglang thought like this, but Qian didn’t give him the chance to get mad. She promptly sat on the sofa, not just sitting but crossing her legs, looking at him provocatively.

Tsk, this little girl!

Yu Minglang gritted his teeth, went over, and sat beside her confidently, pulling her into his arms, flattening her mischievous leg.

"What are you doing?" Qian wanted to struggle, but he held her tighter.

"Be good, let me hold you to cool down, don’t talk. Whenever you speak, it pierces my lungs. It’s not just because you’re the prettiest, not just because you’re adorable, but you can’t be pretty and lovable, and yet always say annoying things to frustrate me. I’ll tell you, don’t think I don’t have a temper, when I get mad, I’m really scary!"