Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 509 - 483: Miserable Xiaoqiang (1300+ Monthly Votes Update)

"Yu, don’t be so angry. She doesn’t represent our family; let’s discuss it again—" Mr. Li tried to pull Yu back, but Yu pushed him away. Yu exchanged a glance with Mrs. Yu, and both of them left one after another.

A while later, Chen Xiaoqian and Minglang also followed suit.

Qian reassured Li Zhen, advising him not to worry, regardless of what his parents said. She also instructed him to cooperate with her on a certain matter, promising that within three days, his aunt would definitely come pleading. Li Zhen agreed to cooperate.

"Qian, about this matter—" Mr. Li, unable to persuade the departing Yu, said to Qian in a helpless manner.

Qian smiled slightly at him, "In our field, we value the idea that forcing things won’t yield sweet results. Since the aunt doesn’t trust me, please seek a higher-skilled doctor elsewhere."

"Exactly, insistence isn’t a business. Our Qian is also quite busy," Minglang added, maintaining the same smile as Qian. Their expressions and eye contact were perfectly synchronized.

Their faces almost had two big words on them: scheming.

Minglang and Qian walked away with swagger, leaving the uncle enraged, pointing at the aunt’s nose, speechless for a long time.

"Why are you so angry? I’m just thinking of our son..." The aunt was in a mess emotionally.

Her brother’s recent stance frightened her inexplicably, making her realize she had lost a strong backing.

And her husband’s attitude also added to her uneasiness. Previously, she thought his talks of divorce were just threats.

But today, Mr. Li’s reaction, coupled with her brother’s, made the aunt gradually understand that her current status was precarious.

When she tried to speak to Mr. Li again, he wearily waved her off, indicating he didn’t want to talk anymore. She followed him, wanting to see her son.

Mr. Li turned back coldly, "If you don’t want your son’s emotions to collapse and his condition to worsen upon seeing you, then don’t come in."

"No way... he will miss me. I’ve always been thinking of him."

"You’ve heard Qian say it. Our son can’t stand up due to psychological problems. The first thing he does when he wakes up is to apologize to Qian for your actions! You’re less understanding than a child. I’m very disappointed in you."

Mr. Li finished speaking and went inside. The aunt was hit hard, stumbling back a step, almost unable to stand steady.

Could it be that her son ended up like this because of her?

No way... the aunt stood for a few seconds, desperately denying this possibility. Shakily taking out her phone, she found herself trembling even when dialing a number.

She first called Mr. Liu, finding the line busy, then tried dialing other numbers. Wiping her eyes with her hand, she realized she was crying.

She couldn’t believe that apart from Chen Xiaoqian, no one in the world could cure her son. There must be someone, there must be!!

Minglang and Qian walked out of the hospital. Qian reached out to push the glass door, but Minglang grabbed her hand, naturally holding her hand while using the other hand to push the door.

Normally, shaking hands felt reliable, but today, holding hands felt a bit anxious.

"Did you... hear the conversation I had with Li Zhen just now?" Qian asked Minglang.

"I saw it," Minglang emphasized seeing.

Qian immediately, with quick wit, deduced, "You mean, there’s only video footage without sound, and you read my lips?"

That’s manageable; only he knows. Minglang probably thinks she’s bluffing again, and wouldn’t take it seriously.

"But, I did learn one of your secrets," Minglang’s words startled Qian.

Minglang leaned down and whispered softly in her ear, "Little drunkard, hmm?"

So it was that. Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don’t love drinking; I’m not a drunkard," she replied seriously.

"Drinking half a jin alone?"

Qian turned her face away, avoiding his teasing gaze, "It’s work-related; it’s all for my patients."

This was true; there had to be an outlet, right?

Dealing with patients every day, faced with society’s darkest side, and the lack of humanity, the world described by psychologically troubled patients was twisted. To maintain an objective mindset when analyzing the truth of things, one couldn’t help but feel emotional.

"Next time, your brother will drink with you," Minglang indulgently scraped her little nose.

Qian snorted, thinking, if his drinking capacity was really that great, how did Xiaowei come to be in a past life?

"Not convinced?" Seeing her disdainful expression, Minglang felt a tickling sensation.

If they weren’t in a hurry to get back, he should have found a place to get the little beauty drunk and then do this and that. He hadn’t had enough last time; he hadn’t had time to think about it due to work, but when free, he always thought of her.

"Convinced, hehe."

The "hehe" clearly exposed Qian’s perfunctory attitude. Minglang really wanted to pull her to a secluded place and kiss her, but he couldn’t. He already saw their car parked by the roadside, waiting for Qian.

"Go on, I have to head back," Minglang patted Qian’s shoulder.

"Why so soon?" She thought they could at least have a meal together before he left.

"Yes, I came out during lunch, just to take a look before heading back."

"Eat something on the way, it’s not good on an empty stomach."

Minglang’s heart warmed at her words, a sense of home spreading within him.

"Qian, I love you."

"What?"

Qian didn’t hear it. Just then, a large truck delivering supplies to the hospital passed by, its noise drowning out his words. Usually quick to react, Minglang, for some reason, stood there expectantly as the truck approached. Qian quickly pulled him to the roadside as the truck stopped nearby.

"What did you say?" Qian turned back to ask Minglang.

Minglang himself wasn’t sure why he suddenly said those words. His heart was overflowing with feelings; he just wanted to tell her this way, and to hear her say something back would be very satisfying.

But poor Xiaoqiang chose to confess at the wrong time, right when the truck arrived, so she didn’t hear it and naturally didn’t respond.

Minglang looked up at the sky speechless. Qian had no idea that in just a few seconds, poor Xiaoqiang experienced so much. She just saw his devastated face as he suddenly stretched out his arm, single-handedly holding her shoulder, seriously telling her.

"Qian, I love you!"

In the early spring’s sudden warmth and chill, the deep green truck blocked the embracing couple, as well as all the small frustrations of a man overwhelmed by love.

Minglang let go of her, pointing at her, his expression very serious, as if wanting to say more but hesitated.

Qian was blushing from his confession, like a girl experiencing her first love, looking at him, while Minglang just gestured at her, ultimately helping push her glasses back up her nose.

"Next time we meet, see if I don’t ’take care’ of you!"

"... Afraid of you, huh!"