Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 52: The Ultimate Contempt of the Top Student for the Underachiever

Yu Minglang is a bit slow when it comes to girls he likes, but he’s quite perceptive with others.

One look at Chen Zilong and he knew this kid was unreliable. If he were to pass a message through him, who knows how it would turn out. But leaving a note for Qian meant her family would definitely find out.

Chen Zilong looks like someone who can’t be trusted. In Yu Minglang’s mind, a wartime spy should look just like this.

One word after another calling him ex-brother-in-law—what brother-in-law! They weren’t even married, alright? She’s unmarried, unmarried, unmarried!

"I’ll write something, and you help me deliver it."

Yu Minglang went back to the car, took out paper and pen, and wrote a bunch of things.

After finishing, he handed the note along with a newspaper from the car to Chen Zilong—it was time to return to the unit.

Chen Zilong took the note, went into the yard, and opened it sneakily.

"Let me see what this wealthy-looking man wrote to my sister—damn!"

Upon opening it, Chen Zilong was struck hard internally.

sin²a+cos²a, √6*8+1, and a whole lot of math or chemistry formulas, so many symbols that Chen Zilong, the academic failure, couldn’t understand.

This is the deepest contempt a nerd can have for an underachiever!

No fear of you looking, because you won’t understand even if you do.

For the first time, Chen Zilong thought that school was useful. Who said bookworms are utterly useless! Look at how nerds convey notes with built-in group mockery!

He’s certain that this wealthy man surely said something to his sister, but he used the secret code of nerds!

You’ll never understand the darkness of the night, just like an underachiever failing to grasp the messages between nerds...

Qian and Jia Xiufang came back, Jia Xiufang carrying bags upon bags, feeling distressed.

"It’s outrageous, a few bras cost several hundred! Why not just rob people? Qian’er, why are you buying this for me? The ones I buy for ten yuan for three at the night market are perfectly fine for me!"

Jia Xiufang was dragged to the lingerie counter by Qian; Qian had the shopping guide help her mom pick the most suitable size. Jia Xiufang was inside trying them on, while Qian paid upfront.

Also conspired with the guide saying, once bought, can’t return. Jia Xiufang almost cried upon seeing the price.

"Ten yuan for three, they even caused breast hyperplasia, and you still wear them?! Throw them all out when you get back!"

Women’s breast issues mostly derive from ill-fitting bras. Knowing her mom only had minor problems now, Qian naturally wanted to eradicate Jia Xiufang’s bad living habits from the root.

Jia Xiufang, enticed by low prices, buys ten-yuan-for-three clearance intimate wear at the night market, with bad material, ill-fitting sizes, causing sagging and poor blood circulation. It’s really not a good habit.

"How can something worn inside be so expensive, when my outer wear isn’t even this costly!" Jia Xiufang now wore the new intimate wear bought by her daughter—it’s quite comfortable and not constricting, but too expensive.

"Women, what you wear outside is for others to see, what’s inside is for yourself. If you can’t treat yourself kindly, who else will?"

Look at Qu Xue, with a salary of only a few hundred a month, still dares to buy seductive intimate wear. Her mom wears shabby clothes, even her dad has nowhere to bite—this is the difference between a proper wife and a mistress.

"You spendthrift child, where did you get the money?"

"Scholarship for getting into college." Actually, from her dad~

"Where’s the money? Hand it over—never mind, keep it and spend wisely."

Jia Xiufang initially wanted her daughter to hand over all the money, just like collecting New Year’s gift money, parents managing the money, it’s been this way for years.

"Why, not taking it now?" Qian asked.

Jia Xiufang lowered her head, revealing a smile, uncertain if it’s joy or a bit of melancholy.

"You’ve grown up, should learn to manage your own money."

Feels like this girl suddenly grew up overnight, understands how to care for others.

At home, the idle Chen Zilong sat on the couch, saw Qian and Jia Xiufang came back, lazily greeted them.

"Mom, where did you two go, I’m starving."

"Food’s all bought, I’ll put it on a plate." Jia Xiufang carried the food into the kitchen.

Chen Zilong rummaged through the bags, "Sis, did you buy anything for me?"

"Didn’t buy, you’re not lacking anything." Qian never sees eye to eye with her frivolous brother.

"Hehe, if you don’t reward me, I won’t tell you, that guy came yesterday."

"What guy?" Qian frowned.

"The one who put out the fire at our place, driving a super cool big car, wheels this big—"

Qian immediately understood.

"He came?"

Damn, just went out to buy a few bras for her mom, why come now, early or late—just at this moment?!

Seeing Qian’s face turn sour, Chen Zilong didn’t dare keep being cheeky, hurriedly handed the note and newspaper to Qian.

"Sis, don’t cry, the stuff he left for you, it’s all here."

Chen Zilong gave the note and newspaper to Qian, she took it over and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Finally understood why Chen Zilong, her frivolous brother, appeared so discontent—Yu did a brilliant job this time!

Chen Zilong complained beside.

"Sis, what’s this guy up to? Look at what he wrote, what does it mean?"

The world’s farthest distance isn’t between life and death.

It’s those math formulas knowing you, but you have no idea what they want.

"It’s fine." Qian looked at the symbols, just swept away her grievance, and carried the things Yu Minglang left for her upstairs.

Just happened to brush past Jia Xiufang.

"Qian’er, where are you going, time to eat!"

"You eat first, I’ll join later."

Qian returned to her room, shut the door, took out pen and paper, quickly calculated on paper.

Some were very simple, she knew the answer at a glance, like sin²a+cos²a, answer is 1.

Some complex ones, Qian also needed to calculate with pen, finally getting a pile of numbers.

1, 7, 105, 265, 403, 509?

What does this mean?

Qian read through it twice, understood.

Spread out the newspaper he gave, started counting words one by one.

The day after tomorrow night see you?

The pile of problems Yu Minglang left was very easy for Qian, but quite hard for someone like Chen Zilong, the frivolous kid.

Generally, for confident women like Qian, once they’ve done a problem, they won’t repeat it, especially when it’s this simple.

But it’s this simple thing that made Qian calculate three times, then counted three times, in the end, still those six words.

Qian grabbed the note, looked it over several times, in the end carefully placed the note in a small box in the drawer, smoothing even the wrinkles with care.

"You silly that never leaves once clinging, really can’t do anything about you."