Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 344 - 318: Birds of a Feather

Jia Xiufang felt like there was something indescribable going on between Qian and Yu Minglang. Although it’s a bit of hindsight, as a mother, there are some things she has to say.

Qian felt really wronged.

She still had her integrity, who wants to listen to a menopausal woman’s after-the-fact rant?

"Mom, I understand everything you’re saying. Girls need to be self-respecting and self-loving, have control over their own waistband. The earlier it drops, the later happiness comes, right?"

Jia Xiufang slapped the table. "You’re making me even angrier with this! You understand all the principles, so why can’t you do them?"

"How have I not done them? I have!"

"Nonsense! I regret not keeping a closer eye on you. It’s a good thing the Yu Family didn’t bring this up, otherwise what would you say!"

Qian listened to her harp on about the same thing over and over, and after a while, her eyelids started to droop.

"I’m going to check on Dalong’s homework."

"You’re not going anywhere! I’m not done talking! You’ve already done it, and it’s too late for me to say anything now, but if you dare have a child without getting married, Chen Xiaoqian, you’ll be kicked out, and if anyone tramples on you for a lifetime, don’t come back crying. I’m serious!"

The phone rang just in time, saving Qian from being brainwashed by the menopausal woman. Qian breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly picked up the phone.

"White Tower Ridge Laundry."

"Chen Xiaoqian, it’s me."

"Oh, Zheng Xu, why are you calling my home phone?"

"Last time I called your cell phone, Mr. Yu answered. He rubs me the wrong way."

Zheng Xu’s voice sounded a bit strange, and Qian suddenly understood.

"Been drinking, huh?"

"Just a little..."

Qian was about to chat with him when she caught Jia Xiufang standing right beside her, openly eavesdropping, so she changed the subject.

"I’ll call you back on my cellphone."

"Qian’er, who is that? Why is it a guy? Isn’t it Minglang? You’re about to get engaged, why are you still in touch with these men, and what does he do?"

Jia Xiufang had traditional thoughts; now that her daughter was getting engaged, she was afraid Qian might do something to let the Yu Family down.

"My frie—patient."

Qian had no way to explain to a very traditional woman that men and women could be friends without any romantic entanglements, so she forcefully referred to Zheng Xu as a patient.

"Are you really doing government work? Do you have a permanent position and salary?"

"I’m a rural shaman, Mom, just calm down and stop exaggerating!"

Qian scurried to her room, shutting her mom out.

She dialed Zheng Xu on her cellphone; there was a bit of noise on his end, along with a woman’s voice. Clearly, he’d pulled a few girls to keep him company while drinking. Qian could almost picture him with someone on each arm.

Zheng Xu was that kind of guy in his past life, really knew how to have fun.

If Qian hadn’t been traumatized and developed tactile sensory disorder, causing her to only accept Yu Minglang’s touch subconsciously, she would have been just like Zheng Xu in her past life, having a blast.

Qian didn’t entirely agree with what Jia Xiufang said, only half. She’d seen many independent women in high-economic positions who could treat sex as a game, playing freely without involving emotions. Those people had the right to be carefree.

Yu Xiaoqiang was just fortunate. He saved Qian in their past life, leaving an impression that no other man could be trusted. After Qian was reborn, she met him again, not giving any other man a chance.

That’s fate.

The call went through.

Zheng Xu pushed the beauties off him and sat up straight.

"Got something you need from me?" Qian asked.

"I heard you’re getting engaged."

Zheng Xu was well-informed. Mrs. Yu had stormed over with people to propose, and he knew that afternoon. It felt like something was missing in his heart, hence drinking until now.

"Seems like it."

"Am I the groom?" He just wanted to confirm it under the influence of alcohol.

"No, but you should know my future husband; I heard you two grew up in the same courtyard."

"Oh, hope you get married early and divorced early, sparing society trouble, nothing else, I’ll hang up." Zheng Xu had been tormented all afternoon, but hearing her confirmation, he felt at ease and wanted to cuddle with the beauties and drink to heal his wounded heart.

"Don’t hang up just yet, send me an engagement gift. On our engagement day, if you want to find a corner to cry or drink your sadness away, that’s fine. You don’t have to show up, but the gift better arrive."

"Pfft!" Zheng Xu cursed under his breath. "Chen Xiaoqian, you feel uncomfortable unless you rub salt in my wound, don’t you?"

What bad luck did he have to encounter such a malicious woman like Chen Xiaoqian?

"I heard from my guy that when I was missing, someone almost cried with worry? Who was that again..."

"Alright, goddess, I’m just unlucky to have met you, tell me, what do you want?"

Since Qian’s return, Zheng Xu didn’t dare face her, always feeling he had some inescapable responsibility if she got abducted.

"Anyone with you? Oh, must be some ladies, maybe plural?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xu stood and waved off the women in his booth, and they all flocked out.

"Go on."

After Qian finished explaining her plan, Zheng Xu frowned.

"Who you’re targeting isn’t who I think, is it?"

"How many people go by that name?"

"Chen Xiaoqian, aren’t you going to marry into the Yu Family? Are you pulling something on one of their family members? Does your Erha know?"

Qian curled her lips into a smile.

"He knows, and he’s fine with it."

"Birds of a feather, that’s what you guys are, huh? Something this minor, can’t you ask your Erha for help? He’d have it covered, why come to me!"

"He’s with me every day; we’re quite busy, trying on engagement outfits and dealing with family stuff. You’re the freest one around."

"Are you asking for a favor or showing off your love? Chen Xiaoqian, you’re really irksome."

Zheng Xu cursed under his breath, feeling that knowing Qian was the biggest calamity of his life.

"I felt among all my friends, you’re the most like-minded with me. No one else has your edge or your finesse in handling matters."

"What kind of debt do I owe from my past life to know such a thorn in my side?" Zheng Xu complained, but he remembered everything Qian said.

"Zheng Xu, when you’ve had your fun, you should pull back a bit. If you meet someone you truly like, what if she despises your messy past? Happiness is like water in a cup; the more you drink now, the less you’ll have later."

"...So, you’re with Mr. Yu because I’ve drunk too much?"

"You’re just plain water, boring as hell; I’m not interested either."

There was a low curse from the other side.

"Well, you’re my spirit twin, Zheng Xu. Thanks for helping Xiaoqiang find me last time." Qian thanked him formally.

"Scram, you’re annoying."

Zheng Xu hung up the phone right away.

Qian looked at the phone and shrugged. Was that guy getting shy?

The props she needed for her phased plan had been sponsored by Zheng Xu as a friendly gesture. Hopefully, the person would appreciate her "gift," a gift named revenge.