Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 187: Qian the Iron-Mouthed

"How can you say it’s sabotage? I’m just helping," Yu Minglang laughed.

"Stop joking, hurry and drive, I’ve got important stuff to do."

"No need to rush, my brother won’t be done so quickly. But don’t worry, he can multitask, such small things are no trouble for him."

Yu Minglang explained very seriously, and Qian very seriously... misunderstood.

Yu Minglang’s words reminded her of the shameless scenario she had imagined before, flying a helicopter while doing you-know-what...

"Xiaoqiang, how long can you stay with me?"

She didn’t expect to meet Yu Minglang after coming out for treatment. Qian admitted, this was a pleasant surprise.

"Once I drop you off, I’ll have to leave."

Qian fell silent. His work really was too busy.

But seeing his childlike joy, Qian’s heart softened.

Yu Minglang acted like he’d scored big, content just seeing her.

Qian felt a bit sorry for him.

He put in so much effort just to see her for an extra moment.

"Hey, does it still hurt?" she asked.

"What?"

"You know, does it still hurt there?"

Yu Minglang was both amused and annoyed by her.

"You really didn’t hold back, what if you broke it?"

"I learned it from you! I figure you might have trained in some Iron Body technique, so you’re not afraid of kicking..."

Qian used the twisted logic he had used to say she wasn’t afraid of being scared by robbers. Yu Minglang found it both infuriating and amusing.

"You silly girl! If it was Iron Body, then our Yu Family’s branch would end, with what would I have daughters with you?"

Iron Body, from martial arts novels, requires a lifetime of abstinence; once that is broken, it’s done for, so Yu Minglang was teasing Qian.

"Shameless, who wants to have kids with you?"

Qian turned her head away, and after a while, turned it back.

"Do you really like daughters that much?"

Xiaoqiang replied earnestly, "Sons are fine too, not picky."

But daughters are better, that way he could restore some family status.

Qian blushed, who got so familiar with him!

They had just started, and this guy was already thinking so far ahead.

Qian turned her head away again, and they were already driving into an open area. In the deep autumn night, the car’s headlights shone through, casting an austere, desolate scene.

"Xiaoqiang, why did you drive us here?"

"My brother’s helicopter pad is in this direction."

Qian looked around, seeing no one and feeling a bit nervous.

"At this hour in such a deserted place, might there be some bad guys?"

As soon as Qian finished speaking, Yu Minglang’s car suddenly stalled.

Helplessly, he looked at Qian.

"Qian, from now on, don’t talk. Your mouth is too vicious."

"Why are we stopping?" Qian was still unaware.

Yu Minglang pointed ahead, and Qian saw it. Someone in tattered clothes was approaching. The car had already slowed down, and the person walked to the front of the car, then collapsed, legs buckling.

"Is that...?" Qian was speechless.

Yu Minglang shrugged, "Congratulations, you’ve encountered a scammer."

Yu Minglang told Qian to stay in the car, and he got out.

"Ouch, I’m injured..." the person lying on the ground groaned.

"Buddy, save your energy, I have a dashcam in the car!" Xiaohei said, which made the person shoot up and look into the car. Yep, there really was a dashcam.

"You’re tough——" The person suddenly whistled, and out jumped a few more people, slashing Yu Minglang’s car tires with a few whooshes, and well, the car was stuck!

Yu Minglang initially thought he’d take Qian and try to keep the peace, but seeing additional accomplices slashing the tires, he was infuriated.

The thug who slashed the tires looked up, locking eyes with Qian, his heartbeat slowing, nearly drooling—she was... too beautiful?

"You, out of the car!" The thug knocked on the window, Yu Minglang squinted, his fist clenching.

Qian knew his skills; Xiaoqiang could easily handle a dozen men, seeing only two, Qian’s mischievous side surfaced, and she opened the door and got out.

As soon as Qian stepped out, Yu Minglang glared at her, "Chen Xiaomei, you little traitor!"

Qian grinned sheepishly and raised her hands, "Gentlemen, grievances have a perpetrator, you can beat him up, just let me go."

"Wife, if you acted like this during wartime, wouldn’t you be a traitor?"

Qian winked at him, looked at him, and then at the two thugs, making Yu Minglang feel good inside. Ah, his future wife was adorable.

"Wife? Are you two married?" The scammer asked, as Yu Minglang reached to hug Qian. The man lunged forward, and Yu Minglang easily dodged, "Relax, I just want to kiss my wife."

"She stays, you can go!" The two thugs shared a knowing grin, not expecting that a night of manhole cover theft would yield such a pleasant surprise, a beautiful girl dropping from the sky!

"Fine, I’ll go then, I go——you!" Yu Minglang pretended to walk past Qian. The two thugs’ eyes were glued to Qian, mesmerized by her beauty.

Before they had enough, they felt a jolt in their necks, and suddenly they were slumped against the car. Yu Minglang retracted his hand blade, flipped acrobatically, balanced on the car door with one hand, and kicked backward, taking one down while simultaneously crushing the other as his leg came down.

Qian watched him make his move, pulling out her little spray from her pocket and spraying it at the one lying next to her. As his eyes closed, Yu Minglang decisively kicked the thug’s hand, leaving them both incapacitated.

"Ah! You play dirty!" said the collapsed thug in frustration before fainting, hearing Qian chuckle.

"I told you, if you have a grievance, take it up with him, you just wouldn’t listen..." So, serves you right!

Choosing the wrong person to mess with!

Targeting Yu Minglang with such superb skills, wasn’t that just asking to be taught a lesson?

Yu Minglang glanced at Qian, and she shook her spray. A pretty girl going out must always be extra cautious, better safe than sorry.

Yu Minglang took out his phone to call the police, ready to catch the crew, while Qian opened the car door, ready to get in. Suddenly, a person emerged from the bushes next to them.

All Qian felt was a chill on her neck, followed by a thickly accented voice in her ear.

"Drop the phone, or I’ll go down with ya!"

"Ya," pronounced nan in the third tone, meaning "you" in dialect.

So, there was still one more.

There were a total of three thugs. This one had been squatting in the bushes for... business, only to see their "brothers" getting taken down, panicking and jumping out.

Yu Minglang saw him grab Qian, originally worried. But upon seeing what the "knife" pressed against Qian’s neck was, he instantly relaxed.

He addressed the thug in a light-hearted tone, "This troublemaking wife of mine doesn’t listen; do what you will."

Qian, who was being held, rolled her eyes.

This guy was vengeful! She had just made a joke, and he immediately came back with this, petty!