Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 315 - 293: This Is the Answer (Bonus for 1,050 Monthly Votes)

"At first, I thought you were a man in pursuit of perfection, but you don’t lack a sense of security; your self-confidence is also over the top, so I couldn’t quite judge, until—"

Qian paused, this time making Yu Minglang itch with curiosity. Hey, what do you mean by stopping halfway? Finish your sentence!

Qian was well-versed in the art of keeping people in suspense; even after dinner, she didn’t tell Yu Minglang.

Though Yu Minglang had forcibly slipped the ring onto Qian’s finger now, he still felt uncertain inside. He cared about her opinion of him.

Does he care?

Well, I won’t tell you!

After dinner, Jia Xiufang and Chen Zilong went to pay the bill. Qian nudged Yu Minglang, but Yu Minglang sat there calmly.

Only after Jia Xiufang left did he speak.

"I’ve already paid."

He sneakily dealt with it when he went to the restroom.

Even after paying, he remained seated without moving. Qian understood.

He wouldn’t let it go without getting an answer.

"Go ahead, what do you think of me?"

"You?" Qian pretended to be naive, scanning him up and down, "You’re quite handsome, you look the part. I think your kids will definitely inherit the best traits of their parents."

Even Mr. Yu, that man who’s eaten himself fat, is handsome among the chubby.

"Who asked about that? Talk about something serious, don’t bring me around the bush. If you don’t say, I’ll kiss you right here, and if Aunt sees it, I won’t care."

Now that the ring is on, all that’s left is a ceremony to be engaged, naturally, his courage has grown, showing exponential growth in cheekiness.

"You’re something else, alright, lend me your ear."

Qian beckoned with her hand, and Yu Minglang immediately leaned his ear closer.

Qian leaned in, a sly grin on her face, prepared to shout ’ah’ and make his ear throb.

But Yu Minglang swiftly covered his ear and then turned to cover hers too.

"Sis, what are you two doing— Ah! I didn’t see anything!"

Chen Zilong covered his eyes, peeking through his fingers, boldly watching. Geez, adults in relationships are scary, all this kissing and nibbling...

Leaving the restaurant, Yu Minglang’s face darkened, Qian flushed red, and Chen Zilong sat in a bit of pain—his violent older sis had smashed an ashtray on his still-developing butt!

Only Jia Xiufang, sitting in the taxi, kept murmuring.

"Really, Minglang, why did you pay so quickly? I said I’d treat."

"It’s fine, it’s all the same," Yu Minglang was itching from Qian’s teasing.

Even after taking Qian home, he still didn’t get the answer he wanted from her.

It was getting late, and Yu Minglang had to head back; tomorrow, he’d come with his mother to propose. Jia Xiufang and Chen Zilong went inside the house, the taxi waited to take Yu Minglang back, but Qian suddenly held his hand.

"My answer is this." She reached out and hugged Yu Minglang.

"When you rescued me from the mountain valley and held me like this, I knew what kind of person you are, which is why I agreed to try spending a lifetime with you."

The evening breeze blew coolly, yet couldn’t dissipate the warmth in Yu Minglang’s heart. After speaking, Qian let go of his hand and turned to head inside, but Yu Minglang grabbed her hand and wouldn’t let go.

Afraid he’d kiss her again in front of the family, Qian wrestled free from his arm, then reached out to touch his face.

"Go on, we’ll see each other tomorrow."

Yu Minglang floated all the way home, savoring Qian’s words over and over.

It was the greatest acknowledgment of him, the highest honor he received as a man.

Qian returned inside, her cheeks still warm, but she didn’t regret telling him.

The hug Yu Minglang gave Qian after catching the bad guys, the warmth in his eyes, she can never forget.

A person’s gaze doesn’t lie.

In that moment, Yu Minglang cared about nothing else. Choosing this moment to get engaged proved everything—after the rescue, he didn’t ask a single thing about it; when anyone tried to inquire, he fiercely glared away.

Throughout the process, he held her as though she was a lost treasure reclaimed; being able to have her again was happiness enough—Yu Minglang didn’t care what had happened to her.

Qian was someone who remembered grudges but also cherished those who showed her kindness, even slightly. Why else would she agree to Minglang’s proposal so readily?

She only made a brief fuss before agreeing, didn’t trouble him at all.

Through this, she saw clearly who Yu Minglang was—a dependable man one could entrust their life to.

After a pleasant dinner with her future son-in-law, Jia Xiufang’s spirits were high. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, she chatted with Qian.

They talked about everything and nothing, whatever came to mind.

From recalling past struggles, comparing them to now’s good life, then imagining a beautiful future, sitting beside Qian and wiping her tears.

Qian’s grandmother had been taken back by her second uncle a few days ago; after all that trouble, the ungreatful and disrespectful son’s family dare not act out, keeping themselves in check.

Without having to care for a paralyzed elder, Jia Xiufang felt much lighter.

Qian sat beside, quietly listening to Jia Xiufang’s rambling, Jia Xiufang muttered for a while before Qian suddenly asked.

"Mom, what would you do if I got kidnapped by bad people?"

"Huh?" Jia Xiufang was startled by Qian’s interruption, then continuously shook her head.

"Impossible, my daughter is so smart, how could she possibly be kidnapped?"

Thinking of Yu Minglang’s face when he spanked her little butt, Qian stuck her tongue out inwardly, "Even smart people have times they stumble. What if—I’m just saying what if?"

"What if... then mom will take you away, leave here, don’t let those people say anything about you."

Jia Xiufang recalled that unfortunate girl who went crazy after her ordeal.

She didn’t know how to express herself, couldn’t say those eloquent things that Qian and Yu Minglang did, just spoke her true feelings out of a normal mother’s protective heart.

"If anyone dares lay a hand on my daughter, I’ll fight them to the end. I’d take a knife to them; I’m just an old woman with little time left, I’d trade life for life!"

Qian lay in her mom’s plump, cozy embrace.

"If there were more moms like you with guts, there’d be fewer girls getting bullied."

Because of fear of public opinion, some parents choose to swallow indignation, even remain silent.

Due to certain shortcomings, certain people act with impunity. Though Jia Xiufang’s stance was extreme, it aligned perfectly with Qian’s values.

In her past life, Qian had fought for justice for her daughter using the most violent and direct means; she didn’t regret it and had no remorse.

"Mom, I really am your child, we’re so alike," Qian lazily said, lying on her mom’s soft belly.

She decided against telling her mom about being kidnapped; things were just fine like this.

"Silly girl, you’re much smarter than mom, you’ll definitely have a better life."