Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 548 - 522: Bloodless Victory

If Yu Minglang were to express some feelings about this surprise, he would surely evaluate himself like this: There is justice in the world, you get rewarded for what you put in, speaking is not as good as doing, if you’re going to do it, do it the best!

If it weren’t for hosting a dinner that night, Yu Minglang wouldn’t have wanted to get up, his little darling was just too good.

That evening, Qian was hosting a dinner for the Liao father and son, although Mr. Liao only suffered a minor injury, he stepped forward at Jia Xiufang’s time of need. Even though he didn’t succeed in rescuing the beauty heroically, his rare and precious intention should still be thanked. Qian knew Jia Xiufang is superstitious, and this opportunity was perfect to help calm her mother.

The dinner was decided to be held at Yu Minglang’s brother’s restaurant, and the Liao father and son came over.

Liao Fugui only heard after work that his father was beaten; Mr. Liao originally didn’t want to come as he felt guilty for not being able to help, and didn’t feel comfortable letting Qian host. But the earnest invitation and also wanting to use this opportunity to connect with Fanglin, they still came over with his son.

Yu Minglang was super accommodating that evening.

Jia Xiufang noticed that her future son-in-law’s performance at this calming feast was remarkable. He replaced her family in hosting the two guests throughout the evening, especially since he and Mr. Liao have some professional crossover, there was never a dull moment during their conversation.

Yu Minglang’s second master’s degree is in law, giving him common ground with Mr. Liao. Jia Xiufang also found out for the first time that judges have so many rankings, and that this neighbor who discusses where to buy better and cheaper radish is actually so impressive.

In contrast, her eldest daughter Chen Xiaoqian, who should have shown the utmost hospitality, was listless the entire time. She yawned several times and barely engaged with any hot topics, appearing as though she hadn’t fully awakened.

Jia Xiufang wasn’t sure if her daughter had a problem with Mr. Liao or was simply feeling unwell, so she seized the moment when Yu Minglang and Mr. Liao headed to the restroom to ask Qian.

"Qian’er, what’s wrong with you?"

What could be wrong, just being tormented by the energetic Yu Minglang. At this moment, Qian just wanted to find a place for a massage to relieve muscle soreness.

"It’s nothing, just not feeling well."

"Qian sister, I’ll get you a cup of warm water. If you’re not feeling well, don’t drink iced juice." Liao Fugui suggested thoughtfully.

"Thank you, no need." Qian politely declined. She doesn’t find Liao Fugui so annoying now.

His father got involved for her mother’s sake, she thought he would quote words of great people as usual to express some thoughts, but instead, he was just very concerned about whether Zilong and her mother were scared. When Qian returned with Yu Minglang, she saw Liao Fugui playing with the younger brother in the sandbox.

Immediately, her good impression doubled.

It looked like a simple sandbox game, but Qian studied psychology and is fully aware of its role in treating psychological issues. Sandbox games can treat and diagnose various psychological conditions, and Liao Fugui was using this special method to assess whether Jia Xiufang and Zilong were frightened.

Perhaps considering Zilong is a boy and cares about face, asking him directly if he was scared would surely result in a denial. Testing with the sandbox was the best approach, attending to the adolescent’s pride while understanding if he was affected.

After seeing that scene, most of the resentment accumulated against Liao Fugui in her previous life dissipated. Of course, her post-bedtime bliss played a part too. She found she was very joyful during the hours following the tumble with Yu Minglang, indirectly proving that pillow talk has some scientific basis.

Liao Fugui felt slightly awkward being rejected by Qian, and seeing him so anxious, Qian laughed.

"I drank cold water because my throat felt uncomfortable, not because I have a problem with you. Relax a bit."

It was the first time she smiled at Liao Fugui. With that smile, Fugui’s face warmed up and, under the influence of alcohol, turned slightly red.

Yu Minglang walked in carrying a fruit platter, witnessing the scene. His sniper’s intuition kicked in immediately, discreetly pushing the specially ordered fruit platter for Qian towards her, and chatted casually with Liao Fugui.

The cool watermelon eased the soreness in Qian’s throat quite a bit. She ate watermelon and watched Yu Minglang chat with Liao Fugui; her discovery was that her man’s emotional intelligence definitely varies with people.

At least, with outsiders, his emotional intelligence is high and he is very articulate.

"Doing these tasks, Mei was exhausted too, took a nap and just woke up. That girl has a peculiar habit, liking cold stuff right after waking up. Previously even noted instances of sneaking to the fridge at midnight for cold water. I asked my mom about it, she said replenishing water is fine, but it’d better not be too cold, or it would be harmful."

The words sounded fine, seemingly considerate, but thinking deeply it’s a bit worrying.

Qian laughed cheerfully watching him play the cunning big wolf. Was this pulling a territory move in front of Liao Fugui to declare sovereignty?

Liao Fugui was a PhD candidate too, not lacking in intelligence, he immediately sensed the underlying message in Yu Minglang’s words. They were an unmarried couple, and by the sound of it, have been together for quite a while. He lowered his head to sip some tea, hiding his nervousness being seen through by Yu Minglang.

Jia Xiufang hadn’t thought too deeply yet, she was pondering when her daughter acquired such a peculiar habit?

Yu Minglang was half right and half wrong about it.

Indeed, Qian had the habit of drinking ice water and eating cold things, but it wasn’t in the middle of sleep, instead it was after being with him.

Yu Minglang hadn’t quite noticed before, but finally now that they were together, Qian wrapped in blankets rummaged through the fridge for the mineral water he had tossed in long ago, which Yu Minglang deemed a coincidence.

But several hours earlier, she directly kicked him off the bed for ice water; out of water at home, he dressed and went downstairs to buy ice water for her. After drinking, she slept happily. He thought he had finally discovered Qian’s little quirk. She liked drinking ice water or eating ice-cold watermelon — the watermelon bit was something he got out of her with handsome persuasion.

"Lang, why do you call my sister Mei?" Chen Zilong asked a question he had been curious about for some time. Liao Fugui appreciatively looked at Zilong, still loving his younger brother for breaking the ice, having felt a bit awkward himself.

"It’s a nickname, just like your brother Yun Chang’s nickname is Fugui, right, Fugui?"

Fugui’s heart shattered, wailing, how could Yu Minglang have learned his "Fugui Five-Kill" trick too?

Eliminating a rival-to-be, Yu Minglang flashed a radiant smile, finally sparing the poor comrade Fugui and focused on accompanying the drinks, some things ended before they began, also not a bad conclusion.