Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 672 - 646: Warning—Dog Food Ahead (Thanks to kateliu for the Silver Reward + 17 Updates)

The aesthetic of a straight man always makes you kneel in defeat.

The color scheme that Yu Xiaoqiang, a straight man beyond human imagination, chose almost knocked Qian out cold. Yu Xiaoqiang didn’t get the praise from Mei he was expecting, but instead got beaten up, feeling all sorts of grievances in his heart.

"I thought you liked green..." Yu Xiaoqiang defended himself, covering his face scratched by his wife.

"I do like green! I just feel like turning the certificate we just got into a green one too, do you want that!!"

Yu Minglang shook his head like a rattle drum, no way he wanted that!

"Wife... if you really don’t appreciate it, I’ll... I’ll redo it!" The last three words were said with such grievance, he had been preparing for this surprise for quite some time.

Qian stood powerlessly in this room that was really hard to love.

"You say it’s easy to redo, bringing down this flooring is a lot of work, forget it, I’ll think of something else."

She didn’t believe that she couldn’t salvage her straight-man-wrecked home with her own wit!

Fortunately, although Yu Minglang had the aesthetic sense of a straight man, he wasn’t stubborn. If he dared to ruin the home like this and not change his mind, then he really would’ve been a lost cause.

Realizing your mistakes and correcting them is still what makes a good husband, even if this husband is a bit slow...

"Hehe, my wife still can’t bear seeing me sleepless and alone. Wife, you’re just worried that redoing it would waste time and delay us moving in, right?" Some people really light up with just a bit of sunshine.

Not only is he slow, but he’s also cocky... Qian felt another urge to hit him. His aesthetic was beyond limiting; his thick skin was equally shocking!

"Get away from me, I don’t want to see your Erha face!" Qian walked bitterly through the room he had ruined. Even if it were a simple, unfinished room, she wouldn’t be this upset.

"Wife, I know I’m not doing a great job. We spent too much time apart before and didn’t give you a good chance to understand me. Soon we’ll be living together, and I feel my flaws will gradually come out. Wife, please tell me where I’m lacking, and I’ll change."

Qian stopped, puzzled, looking at "Erha" Qiang. Such emotional words didn’t seem like something that would come from his mouth.

He touched Qian’s face with deep affection, "Before, we spent too much time apart. I didn’t fulfill my duties as a good husband. In the future, I’ll take good care of you, so you won’t be so tired."

Everyone loves to hear sweet words, and Qian felt that half of her anger over the ugly renovation had dissipated.

"Just cause me less trouble and I won’t be tired... actually, you’re not that bad."

Upon thinking carefully, although her Erha didn’t always accompany her in every moment over the past two years, he took care of her as much as he could. When he wasn’t around, he’d have his relatives and friends look after her. When he was there, he did everything himself—even if he did have the occasional DIY disaster, flaws and all, he was still reliable in the big things.

"I spent the past 10 years growing up in an all-male environment. I joined military school right after high school, finished my master’s, and then went straight into the military, never really interacted with girls. Sometimes I tried too hard to impress you, but things always backfired. Making you unhappy was my fault. When we live together, just tell me where I’m doing wrong, but don’t talk about turning things green—it’s unlucky."

Is it easy to get a wife? After a four-year marathon of love, they finally got their certificate, and on the first day, he made his wife angry—Erha was quite anxious too.

"Turning it green doesn’t mean divorce, what are you afraid of?" She punched him, "Can’t I just use watercolor to paint the certificate green? Dream on about divorce—you’ve been flirting with me for so many years, and I finally have the chance to enslave you to be my ox and horse, you think you can run?"

"I won’t run, I won’t run~ hehe~" Yu Minglang pinned Qian against the pink wall, intending to give her a ’wall thump’ in their love-filled pink room, only to hear Mei gritting her teeth.

"Sure, you didn’t have the chance to meet women in the past decade, but you didn’t hold back 10 years ago, skipping classes to play tennis with girls, huh!"

"..." Can we not bring up the tennis thing?

"Wife, I thought about it; I can’t play tennis with women anymore. I need to play with my wife."

"I don’t like playing tennis! You want me to play with things you played with other women? Gross!"

Even if it’s something played out of youthful ignorance, it’s still unacceptable!

This little ounce of jealousy successfully amused Yu Xiaoqiang.

"Wife, no one else has played with this. Look, it belongs only to my ’sister-in-law’ Mei’s little ball—"

Being a driver for once, let’s go, go, go~

"Lang’s ball weighs over 2 pounds? Hahaha!" Chief Qian inadvertently cracked a joke.

Lang’s face turned dark...

Did he hear wrong? Isn’t his wife an intellectual, an exceptionally dignified psychologist?

Known as Chief Qian, wasn’t she also the legendary Society Qian? How did she get better at sexual banter than him?

"Add a stick and it weighs 4 pounds, known in the streets as Brother 4 Pounds, hahaha!"

"..."

Lang originally wanted to be the driver and start the car, but Chief Qian’s comment left him dumbfounded, as if he could hear a train of naughty thoughts chugging along.

"Wife, I think you have a perception problem. There’s no way it’s that heavy. Come on, weigh it, oh no, hold it up for brother and see how heavy it actually is~"

If I can’t drive, then let’s "board" this car—perfect!

Driving all night long, even waking up to see the pink ceiling wasn’t so annoying anymore.

Qian heard him speaking in a low voice outside the room.

"... Anyway, take care of my wife. Isn’t there a lottery event for your apartment opening soon? No need to give my wife a big prize, a second or third prize will do. Yes, we’re redecorating at home, so it’d be best to set up a big home appliance package as the prize, saving my wife from going to the mall—money? No thanks! My wife doesn’t lack money; I just don’t want her squeezing through crowds at the mall, doing price comparisons for every item. I don’t want her to be so tired."

Which relative is he blackmailing this time? Qian lay there with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

"What does our home lack? Well, let’s say, apart from a man and a woman, we lack everything—refrigerators, TVs, washing machines, air conditioners, just choose as you see fit. If you dawdle, I won’t let my wife give you advice. You’re treating her like a beast, using her as a resource all the time. I’ve seen the materials in her bag—you’ve been making her analyze people for you, my wife is so exhausted she has dark circles!"

Mr. Yu, being extorted, was in tears and laughter, "I asked your sister-in-law to analyze a few competitors for me; that shouldn’t be enough to give her dark circles, right? Isn’t it you being excessive that gave her dark circles? And did a cat scratch your throat, why is your voice smaller than a mosquito’s?"

"Nonsense! My wife is still asleep, isn’t she? What if I wake her up by being too loud!"

"Why didn’t you think about feeling sorry for your brother? Yesterday you called me over to watch you get your certificate, then I got penalized to drink until past two in the middle of the night. I just slept a bit, and you got me up..."

This brother was too much; someone hurry up and take him away! Mr. Yu thought, yawning and feeling disgruntled.

This husband’s realization wasn’t bad. Once she moved in, she could listen to Xiaoqiang scamming people every day. Just thinking about it made life seem full of expectations. Qian smiled as she fell asleep.