novelraw Chapter 402 - 376: The Fake Period
Chapter 402 - 376: The Fake Period
Junyun Garden District, the night is dark and windy, a tall man’s face blends into the surrounding darkness.
"Out shopping, kid?"
A strolling uncle enthusiastically greets Yu Minglang. His little Pekingese seems to sense Yu Minglang’s murderous aura, shrinking behind its owner, leaving only a quivering little rump.
Yu Minglang carries a black plastic bag, his aura felt even by the dog.
"Yeah." Normally, he’d stop for a chat with familiar neighbors and elders, but now his feet don’t stop.
"This kid, why so rushed." The strolling uncle shakes his head, watching Yu Minglang leave hurriedly.
Yu Minglang doesn’t want to be in such a rush, but Mei in the toilet might really need him.
He gets home, knocks on the bathroom door, a small white hand quickly reaches out, snatches the black plastic bag from his hand, and slams the door shut.
Hurried actions, feelings of shame and resentment.
Qian feels like her period might be fake, showing up specifically at crucial moments.
Yu Xiaoqiang was almost about to succeed, but then, the autumn leaves turned red before February’s flowers...
This is just so awkward.
She doesn’t know why she’s so unfortunate; last time he just gave her a few pats, this time it shows up at such an important moment, and she’s dying of embarrassment while Yu Xiaoqiang, with his energetic nosebleed, might spew a mouthful of indignation and blood.
Such an important moment disrupted, who can handle it?
Her luxurious dazzling water-drill lingerie, the red-hot debut inner beauty, hasn’t even been seen by Yu Xiaoqiang and got thrown in the trash, silently weeping, is it my fault?
Like dying before achieving success, Qian collapses looking at the box he hands over, with inconspicuous small print beneath: Middle-age women’s loose boxer shorts...
He was too embarrassed to research well at the downstairs supermarket, so he bought for Qian replacement granny-style big boxers, starkly contrasting with the carefully prepared red-hot debut.
Qian grips the granny panty box, in her heart one big word: I’m brainless!
Having learned from last time buying pads, he now knows to choose the expensive ones.
While tidying herself up, Qian couldn’t help but imagine the mindset he had flaunting his purchase.
The considerate man buying pads in the military compound could warm hearts written into Zhi Yin story magazines but... who wants this kind of warmth!
Qian wishes she could slip through the drain pipe, not wanting to see his expression at this moment.
Yu Minglang now has a ferocious expression, taking advantage of Qian’s absence to grab a pillow and throw a series of punches, even making the bed clang.
If he had known, he wouldn’t have eaten steak, played romantics, or gone for a stroll!!!
Grab some quick food like buns or snacks, drag her back home after eating, instead of strolling, press her on the bed and finish quickly, then February’s flowers would come—how great!
He now deeply realizes the correctness of the mindset his father instilled in him!
Chinese people shouldn’t idolize foreigners, copying their romantic methods will ruin one’s sex life!
Cutting steaks wastes time; use that time to eat buns, much better, meat-filled without needing side dishes, one hand with a bun, the other stripping Qian, how wonderful!
Fully utilizing every moment, his post-meal activity shouldn’t have been a stroll but rather a couple’s workout, wouldn’t he succeed?!
Yu Minglang now firmly tells himself, when he has kids, he’ll definitely teach them properly, really, don’t learn from foreigners, wasting time leads to no good outcome!
Qian spent a full ten minutes inside building up her mentality before coming out calmly, meeting eyes with Yu Minglang, and neither speaking a word.
"Forget everything today; never speak of it again!" Qian decides to deceive herself.
"Yeah, actually, we just experienced a parallel universe, you weren’t you, and I wasn’t me, we were Schrodinger’s maple forest night scene."
"Maple forest night scene, never mention again!"
Qian decides to hypnotize herself, sealing it up and pretending it wasn’t her doing.
"Let’s go." Qian walks out, needing to find something to disperse the recent awkward experience.
Yu Minglang quickly grabs her hand, "Where to?"
What the heck, letting him park the preconceived notion of romantic maple forest night is already okay, but now heading home?
Not being allowed to eat meat, and still not being allowed to hold the meat, if he just hugs her all night, is that not allowed?
Seeing his dissatisfied expression, Qian explains.
"Let’s go watch a movie, then come back."
Yu Minglang finally balanced a bit.
Qian whispers an additional phrase, "But after the movie, you must calm down your emotions; we must stay clear, no blood-soaked battles..."
Bam! Yu Minglang crashes into the shoe cabinet.
Blood-soaked...what the heck?! He must have encountered a fake Qian. His Mei is a high-cold goddess, how could she say such things?
Fine, even a goddess facing cuddling moments can have her persona shattered by a period arrival.
How they held hands arriving, is how they held hands leaving, so excited coming in, so dejected going out, such is life’s sweet trials, great changes can happen anytime, Qian brewed several bowls of mental chicken soup for herself, gulping it down hard.
Yu Minglang kept his face dark throughout, a nameless fire burning inside him.
Sitting in the cinema together, watching the mindless horror film, their hearts are filled with various hates towards red, but none related to the movie content, purely holding a grudge over the recent incident.
The film is about a woman dressed in red, killed, becoming a red-clad ghost seeking revenge on her killers, screen reflections shine on Qian’s red down jacket, making her brain shout clearer: I’m brainless.
A big sarcastic "haha," a slap on the face, she just couldn’t handle romance anymore, now only left with rash!
She never wants to wear red clothes again, absolutely not!
Yu Minglang also despises her red down jacket now, arriving thinking the red was great, so festive, so rich in meaning, showing Mei’s deep feelings for him, subtly indicating unsaid daughter’s feelings, he thought just the jacket could take him reminiscing for decades, thinking back on the memories.
But now, is it the color that summoned Qian’s relatives for protection? He must vent his anger on this!
Such a long-planned big move not used—how frustrating!
On the big screen, the red-clad ghost sails around on a skateboard occasionally spraying ketchup furiously, attempting cheap effects to scare viewers, but Yu Minglang and Qian’s faces are gloomier than any ghost. Looking at red makes them angry; how to resolve this!