Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 140: Flattery with Style (1,050 Monthly Tickets Bonus - )

"Personally, I deeply respect people with ideals and passion, but I want to focus more energy on my family."

Qian meant that while everyone is busy being passionate, who is going to make money and get rich?

But to the Yu Family, it sounded like, while everyone is busy working, who will take care of the kids, do the laundry, and cook?

Alright, that’s reasonable.

"If the psychological intervention group needs my help, I can offer them free external support in the future."

Qian was serious, but to Mr. Yu, it sounded like the youthful vigor of young people.

"We have abundant talents; how could we possibly use you, little girl, as external support?"

He already acknowledged Qian in his heart.

Very good, she’s indeed a child of a different kind, a good match for the youngest.

Qian smiled without speaking. With such matters, time will eventually prove her point. She saw no need to argue when they would eventually seek her out.

"Dad, just ask a few questions to get the point across. So many people watching you interrogate my Qian, when are we going to eat?"

Yu Minglang felt sorry for Qian, upset by the father harassing his dear Qian.

"Yu Minglang, let me repeat again, do not express your opinion, and keep silent!"

Mr. Yu felt the icy cold gaze from his wife.

He knew he couldn’t maintain the pretense much longer, or the wife specializing in thwarting his plans for dozens of years would surely get angry.

So, he hurriedly asked one last question.

"Tell me your opinion of my youngest."

Such a straightforward question, expressed directly.

If it were a younger girl, she might be too shy and stammer, not knowing how to respond.

Qian picked up the teapot on the table and filled the empty teacup in front of Mr. Yu, then filled the big sister-in-law’s empty teacup. Since the other teacups weren’t being used, she didn’t touch them; her actions were very natural and not at all awkward.

"Minglang..."

At once, Yu Minglang sat up straight; his adam’s apple moved up and down. He hadn’t heard her talk about him this way before, feeling a bit nervous, like a student receiving a home visit from a teacher.

Qian glanced at him and then earnestly said.

"He is an exceptionally outstanding man, highly responsible, reliable in handling matters. I greatly admire the manly qualities in him. This is also thanks to the upbringing by Uncle and Aunt. What Minglang has received in this family isn’t material and power support but rather the spiritual heritage passed down from generation to generation, a kind of pure spirit that’s rare today. I truly cherish and am grateful to have met such a pure man."

Even a fool would know to say nice things in front of someone’s parents. What Qian said, indeed, came from her heart. Yet, there were some other views she withheld.

In addition to the aforementioned merits, he also has the following shortcomings: watching Dragon Ball, horror movies, certain Western films, sometimes shamelessly, constantly losing moral integrity, being creatively jealous, occasionally foolish, with a clear mind-path, oh, and overly domineering in intimate matters - this one must be highlighted.

Qian kept these complaints in her mind. But her spoken words moved Mr. Yu, making him feel entirely pleased, especially the part about the generational passing of family spirit; it was extraordinarily enjoyable.

"Haha, well, you little girl, you certainly know how to speak."

"It’s all heartfelt words, pardon my outspokenness."

Qian, seeing Mr. Yu’s expression, knew she had won over the old man.

Looking towards Yu Minglang, she intended to seek a visual acknowledgment from him, but she saw that he was gazing at her with such scorching eyes it made her feel a bit embarrassed.

She just wanted to flatter the seniors a bit, but inadvertently, she made the young man feel just as comfortable.

"Let your aunt hurry up and cook, the braised pork can be cooked now. Mingli, go get my treasured wine, I’m happy today, shouldn’t be a problem having two glasses, right, old woman?" Mr. Yu was satisfied with Qian, taking the opportunity to claim some benefit for himself.

"Just a little, you owe it to Qian’s credit. Minglang, take Qian to see your room, I’ll call you when the meal is ready." Mrs. Yu was also very pleased.

Yu Minglang took Qian to his room. The Yu Family had 5 rooms in total: one for the parents, one for the sister, the eldest and second brothers shared a room with bunk beds, Yu Minglang had a single room, and there was a study.

No wonder Yu Minglang said their family valued girls; you could tell from the room assignments.

Yu Mingxi’s room not only faced the sun but was also very large, much bigger than her elder brother and second brother’s room combined.

Even though Yu Minglang had a single room, it was particularly small, not even half of his sister’s room. It seemed like a space squeezed from the brothers’ room. Qian tapped on his wall; it was indeed made with partition boards for show.

Inside the room, after placing a single bed and desk, only a small wardrobe could fit, with a walkway just wide enough for one person.

It was really hard to imagine he grew up in such an environment.

Others only see his family background, imagining he grew up in luxury. Qian realized, once she entered this home, that her poor Yu Minglang had no status at home. Mr. Yu’s temper certainly wouldn’t let nepotism help his son develop a career; his kicking action was too proficient, clearly practiced from childhood to adulthood.

In such a family, unable to get any help from the father for his career, while enduring various external identity speculations, Qian didn’t know whether to be relieved that he didn’t grow up as a spoiled second-generation, or to feel sorry for the hardships Yu Minglang endured along the way.

Yet, this home was filled with warmth and affection. Qian noticed various certificates and trophies in Yu Minglang’s cabinet, honors he had received from childhood to adulthood, clearly taken care of, wiped clean and spotless.

Mr. Yu placed more emphasis on the children’s spiritual cultivation. Qian’s recent speech went straight to the heart of the Yu Family.

Mr. Yu’s second son’s wife was on a completely different track from Qian. When Mr. Yu’s second son first brought Wang Xiaohong home and she saw how small the Yu Family was, she couldn’t hide her astonishment and inappropriately answered questions. A bit later, she tried every means to inquire about assets, cried poverty to get things.

True wealthy and noble families weren’t as complex as outsiders imagined; their spiritual world was pure, without much regard for worldly concerns, focusing on the inheritance of honor. When Wang Xiaohong came, it was like she tuned into the wrong channel, making the whole family unhappy.

"Qian, you really did wonderfully just now." Yu Minglang approached and wrapped his arms around Qian’s waist, unwilling to let go. He had almost been melted by Qian’s charm.

His girl brought him pride. When the eldest brother brought the eldest sister-in-law home, the old man wasn’t nearly as satisfied.

Qian, facing his cabinet, felt the man behind her hug her waist, and sighed.

"What’s wrong?" Yu Minglang asked.

"It’s nothing. Seeing these trophies made me think..." She placed her hand on his face, softly saying, "You’ve worked hard."