Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 151: Asking the Wrong Person (BB Girl’s Birthday Extra)

Wang Xiaohong was trembling with fear. Seeing Mr. Yu come in, she begged him with her eyes, hoping he could stop the terrifying Yu Minglang.

Yu Mingli shook his head with a smile, but the look in his eyes toward Wang Xiaohong was cold. His voice was still as usual, without any hint of anger or anything.

"Xiaohong, ah, you just couldn’t control yourself, could you?"

"Brother, brother, I know I was wrong!" Wang Xiaohong knelt on the ground.

"What’s that thing on the ground, it’s an eyesore. You guys, take it away!" Mr. Yu acted as if he hadn’t heard, smilingly directing his men to carry off the unconscious person.

His men directly pulled out a sack, stuffed the unconscious person into it, and carried him out like he was an object.

"Youngest, you’re the same. Look, you made a mess of the floor and broke the door. You really can’t be trusted," Mr. Yu said to the still fuming Yu Minglang.

Wang Xiaohong originally thought she’d have it easier with the always smiling eldest brother here. She didn’t expect that in Yu Mingli’s eyes, she was worth less than these floors and doors.

"Damn, my perfectly good vacation got ruined by this crap. I swear!" Yu Minglang rubbed his hands, giving Wang Xiaohong a glare that made her shiver in fear.

She began to fear Yu Minglang, realizing she had always been in a wolf’s den, thinking she was in a better position.

"Qian, you ought to control our youngest. Young people, they’re too fiery. Can’t keep calm over such small matters," Yu Mingli smiled at Qian, keenly observing her reaction.

If Qian so much as showed a hint of fear or hesitation, Mr. Yu’s evaluation of her might not remain as high.

But Qian was never one to disappoint. She walked right past the kneeling Wang Xiaohong and approached Yu Minglang.

As soon as Yu Minglang saw her, his anger subsided immediately. Was he worried about scaring Qian?

Qian took out a tissue from her pocket, wiped the blood of the scumbag off his hand, "Don’t use your hands to hit, can’t you use your legs? So filthy."

Mr. Yu truly laughed this time.

Looking again at the ignored Wang Xiaohong, he laughed with disdain.

"Wang Xiaohong, how could you marry into the Yu Family and yet not have the fortune to enjoy it? For a long time, Mr. Yu tolerated you, and I turned a blind eye, but now... you’ve done enough, and your luck has run out. Wouldn’t you say?"

Wang Xiaohong sat weakly on the ground, realizing this time she was truly finished. The two men of the Yu Family stood right in front of her, revealing their true nature. She had been too naive before.

Qian could tell that today Mr. Yu was definitely going to intervene in Mr. Yu’s affairs, and cleaning house was necessary.

"Brother, maybe I should go home first?"

"You came all this way, why go back? Come along, your sister-in-law prepared your medicine tonight, come and get it. What’s yours will always be yours. What isn’t, even if it stays with someone else for a while, is ultimately just an illusion."

Mr. Yu always spoke with a smile mixed with thorns, and Qian couldn’t quite determine his true intentions.

Was he trying to set an example with Wang Xiaohong’s affair, warning her not to do the same to Yu Minglang in the future, or was there another reason? Mr. Yu was a cunning businessman, hard to understand.

Qian looked at Yu Minglang for a sign, and he nodded, "Let’s go together."

Qian understood him well. When Yu Minglang said to go, it certainly wasn’t with the ulterior motives Mr. Yu might have. He just wanted to take her over to get the medicine. His thoughts were straightforward; he likely figured Qian had already seen it, so there was no need to hide things from her now.

"Gratefully accepting your command, sorry to trouble you, Brother," Qian said to Mr. Yu, whose smile lines deepened.

"It’s not really a bother. Your sister-in-law and I are getting old. This family will rely on you and Minglang in the future. It’s good to see things in advance."

Qian was surprised, glancing at Mr. Yu as if she had heard something important?

Mr. Yu gave her a playful wink, and a second later, he was back to being a smiling tiger.

Qian also smiled, realizing she might have been overthinking it.

Looking at Wang Xiaohong again, she no longer felt anything. This foolish woman might have just paved a smooth road for Qian with her self-destructive actions.

Yu Mingli’s house wasn’t far from Mr. Yu’s; both were in luxurious townhouses within the same community, lavishly decorated, clearly owned by someone with a lot of money.

Wang Xiaohong hadn’t been here many times before. She had an illness, and her sister-in-law was a gynecological authority. Getting too close, her sister-in-law could all but smell it, and every meeting required a large spray of perfume. She had once envied Mr. Yu and his wife’s ability to live in such a fine house, which was why she often clashed with Mr. Yu.

Complaining that Mr. Yu didn’t earn enough money.

But when she was brought here, she no longer felt envy. The opulent house seemed like hell, as if once she entered, she’d never come out alive.

She thought Mr. Yu and Yu Minglang would beat her, maybe even silence her permanently...

Yet, the two brothers of the Yu Family merely brought her back and locked her alone in a small room. Mr. Yu nonchalantly led Qian and Yu Minglang upstairs, while the sister-in-law didn’t come out. Qian guessed that Mr. Yu either had sent her away or took advantage of her visiting her parents to bring them over here.

The sister-in-law had a good relationship with Yu Minglang’s mother, and Mr. Yu clearly intended to keep her mother in the dark, not even telling his own wife. The interesting thing was, Mr. Yu did not avoid Qian.

Mr. Yu calmly made kung fu tea for Yu Minglang and Qian in front of the carved wooden tea table.

Qian turned her head to look at Yu Minglang, slightly furrowing her brows.

Yu Minglang still seemed somewhat upset, visibly angry.

"What’s Yu Mingyi doing? Hurry back, get the divorce done. It must be done today!"

"Divorces aren’t that quick," Qian said.

"The paperwork is easy, just get it done today. The divorce must happen!"

"Yu Minglang, when you get angry, your IQ drops. Bring your brain with you. Can this matter leak to uncle and aunt? Didn’t you see Brother sent the sister-in-law away? Do you want to worry uncle and aunt?"

Mr. Yu was still leisurely drinking tea, hearing Qian’s words, with an expression of satisfaction.

When Qian said that, Yu Minglang’s temper cooled a bit, and he sat up straight, silent.

Qian stood up, switched places with Mr. Yu, and began brewing tea using the standard kung fu tea ceremony process. "Zen and tea share the same taste. Serve tea with devotion, without knowing fatigue; savor a good cup of tea with a tranquil mind, and don’t fret over people or matters that don’t concern you."

Yu Minglang took the cup she handed over and drank it down in one gulp. Qian continued to refill his cup. After two cups down, Yu Minglang controlled his emotions, realizing the matter needed to wait for his second brother to resolve, couldn’t be publicized, and definitely couldn’t involve their parents.