Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 457 - 431: New Sweetness in Old Memories

Qian kept thinking and felt she had gotten the short end of the stick.

She treated a sophomore, hoping to gain an apprentice, but instead, the person turned into her prospective sister-in-law. She treated Shi Touyu and went on a two-day tour to the mountains, losing a juicer in the process—okay, the juicer was her own fault for being careless. Then she treated Jingjing without taking any money, and it’s the same with that guy Zheng Xu, no money taken there either. She treated Teng Shuixian for free too, and even ended up with a godfather—Teng Daye, who recently spread the news of his successful surgery and insisted on making Qian his goddaughter.

If these cases were from a past life, two houses would be theirs by now, but now they have nothing, pounding the chest in regret!

"I’m already yours, why do you need so much money? Hmm?" He lowered his head, touching her small nose, their foreheads leaning against each other.

"Having more money is never a burden, how much could I get for selling you?"

Qian’s words didn’t upset Yu Minglang. Instead, they made him laugh heartily, "Haha, as long as my wife can earn money, it’s fine if I can’t. Why don’t you sell those stocks and buy me a Slam Dunk edition?"

Yu Minglang had always wanted to experience the feeling of asking a girlfriend for allowance.

"How many comics do you already have, why are you still buying?" Qian was also curious about how it felt to be the woman in charge, so they played a role-reversal game once.

Both had little experience in love; Qian had a phobia of contact, and Minglang was a bit OCD. Neither really knew what couples were supposed to do. Anyway, men from other homes chat with their wives like this, and they wanted to experience it once.

"The previous set wasn’t good, they were pirated, and the printing quality was poor, so I want to buy again."

"Such a wastrel." Qian gave him a playful glance, but then neither could handle it.

This style didn’t suit them; after Qian spoke, Yu Minglang laughed. Mei’s awful acting wouldn’t win a dime from her.

"Forget it, I’ll just be myself, imitating others is pointless—if you fancy anything, just tell me. I’ll arrange a signed set from overseas for you. Tell me the style, and I’ll bring you a few other sets as well. If we’re buying, let’s do it all at once, saves the hassle."

Frugality never was Qian’s nature; living life to the fullest through shopping was her way. Those working for her all believed that staying with Qian meant good meals, so there was no reason her man should be treated harshly.

"Hehe, my wife is the best." Yu Minglang was satisfied, lowering his head to kiss her cheek once more.

Mr Liu and Mr Liu were talking, so it wasn’t the right time for them to go over. Instead, they stayed outside a while longer, finding the affectionate moment not boring at all.

Yet, Mr Liu wasn’t seizing the talk opportunity Yu Minglang created. Since entering the ward, over ten minutes passed, and he just stood by the window with his back to Mr Liu, watching Yu Minglang embrace Qian in the flowerbed below, and sighed about the beauty of youth.

"Old Liu, what is it you want to tell me?" Mr Liu grew annoyed with Mr Liu’s silence and finally broke the quiet.

"Still recall our first movie outing?" Mr Liu watched the couple below, embracing closely, and reflected.

Mr Liu was taken aback. They’d argued so often; it had been a long time since she’d had a normal conversation with him.

"Was it the year the city cinema opened?" She recalled vaguely.

Mr Liu shook his head, "No, it was right after you graduated. I cycled you far to watch an open-air movie."

Owning a bicycle was quite something back then. At his mention, she remembered.

"I remember now! You made me fall, and I skinned my arm."

She could never forget that, this scoundrel was already mischievous when young.

"I had just got the bicycle and came over to find you, but wasn’t skilled yet."

However, that fall sparked emotions; he carried her back, and then she married him.

"And even afterwards, you weren’t skilled."

"Not skilled? Wasn’t it your fault for causing trouble!"

Once said, both felt awkward, recalling those past events.

Back then, Mr Liu had just been assigned university work, and when classes finished late, if time allowed, he’d cycle over to pick her up.

Suddenly, Mr Liu recalled his soft belly. Young Mr Liu, like Yu Minglang, was a fit and handsome man, but somehow couldn’t develop firm abs. Though not overweight, while cycling, she could grasp a bit of flesh on his belly.

Mr Liu in her youth, though not as strict as she later became, could occasionally be playful in private. She especially enjoyed pinching him unawares, leading him to cycle wobbly with her.

This memory wasn’t significant then, but after various life changes, remembering brought a bit of sweetness that turned into persistent bitterness.

Things were so good back then; they never expected it would become like this.

Both sank into memories, silent in the room. Mr Liu glanced downstairs— the young couple had moved spots, probably with Yu Minglang pulling Qian behind a tree for some mischief.

"Did you call me here just to reminisce? Didn’t you say, you wanted to talk about Xiao Li’s education?" After crying with Qian, Mr Liu’s emotions were less sharp, but sharing a room with an ex-husband aroused unworthy wistfulness.

"Yes, well, Small Liu, I’ve been thinking—"

Mr Liu was a bit tense but noticed movement behind a tree below, where Yu Minglang seemed to be kissing Qian pressed against the tree.

No, compared to the young, where was he lacking?

Stimulated by Yu Minglang, Mr Liu felt inspired.

"Small Liu, we’ve already lost Shuang, and now Xiao Li isn’t listening. It’s normal you don’t understand, but the child is growing, having his own ideas. If we forcefully intervene, he’ll rebel more. Kids this age, if not guided carefully, may easily go astray."

"So, you came to persuade me?" Hearing this, Mr Liu snapped out of her reverie, her words touched with sharpness.

"No, I’m hoping Xiao Li can have a try with Minglang’s selection, as an experience. This selection will help him understand what he truly wants. I’ll accompany him throughout. As his father, I was negligent in education and hope it’s not too late to mend things. I’m here to seek your agreement."

"You thought of this?"

Mr Liu, like Qian, often used scenario therapy to help those with psychological issues, so she understood how beneficial this could be for their son.

But this old man wasn’t one to break principles, was he? Previously unhappy with arranging a job for his second son, he had now figured it out?

"No, it was Minglang’s idea; he even suggested—"