Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 689 - 663: Nothing Matters More Than My Wife

Qian had always been puzzled by one thing.

She was adept at understanding people, whether it was a big shot like Mahadi or scum like Ye Daqian; no one could escape her calculations.

But the one exception was Yu Xiaoqiang, whom she couldn’t figure out.

She couldn’t understand him before, and she doesn’t now either. Qian didn’t want to admit Yu Xiaoqiang was good at pretending; she thought it was all because Yu Xiaoqiang always used a serious and earnest expression to think about unspeakable things.

For instance, right now, he was driving very seriously, but his mind was full of thoughts about flogging.

Qian had more serious things to think about. After seeing off Liumei, she began pondering about Mai. When Yu Minglang drove to the new house, Qian didn’t get out of the car. Instead, she took out the diary she carried with her and wrote a line in it.

Check if there are any bugs in the car, and check at home later, too.

Yu Minglang temporarily put aside those inappropriate-for-children thoughts and instantly switched between being Erha and an elite.

After getting out of the car, he motioned for Qian to step out, then thoroughly searched the car but found nothing suspicious.

The two of them went upstairs, and upon opening the door, were greeted once again by the unsightly decor...

Qian said to Minglang, "I’ll go take a shower first."

Yu Minglang nodded, wandering back and forth inside the house.

Qian glanced at the empty home. The new house had nothing but bedding and toiletries—no cabinets, no TV, no appliances—just the unsightly green flooring and the tacky countryside romance series of pink walls.

The items purchased during the day with Shuixian were yet to be unpacked, all piled up in a corner of the living room.

Erha hadn’t even pretended to settle accounts with Liumei; it was obvious he was just here to mess with her...

Yu Minglang scanned around the room; the living room was bare except for a sofa and a coffee table, all waiting for Qian to later buy according to her preference. He stood in the middle of the living room, eyes closed, filtering through his brain for things that might have happened previously.

The box Shuixian brought for Qian was still placed next to the coffee table. Previously, it must have been the two women chatting on the sofa with the bodyguard bringing in the box. Given his wife’s character, she would certainly have sent the bodyguard out to not interrupt their girly chat.

So, if Mai wanted to act, it would have been the moment when the box was placed.

Yu Minglang bent down, reached his hand under the sofa next to the box, and casually pulled out a round object.

Ha, a bug?

Yu Minglang used his knife to break the object into pieces, then tossed the trashed fragments into the garbage can.

Though Erha wasn’t great at guessing his wife’s thoughts, he wasn’t fazed by such matters.

On the coffee table lay the coveted manila envelope containing the share transfer documents, which Yu Minglang didn’t even look at. He sat on the sofa, fiddling with a home decor book placed on the box as Qian walked out, wrapped in a bath towel after her shower.

"Is it done?"

"Hmm, there was a bug under the sofa."

"He indeed comes with ill intentions." Qian wasn’t surprised by the result; it was already certain this Mahadi was up to no good.

"What is his background exactly?"

Qian leaned toward his ear and whispered a few words.

"I see... no wonder he’d carry such a thing. This can fetch quite a bit on the foreign black market." Yu Minglang took out the black glove.

"What’s inside this?" Qian touched it, feeling like it was just an ordinary leather half-finger glove, showing nothing remarkable.

"See here, there’s a switch. If he makes a fist and presses this spot, it’ll trigger the mechanism inside. There’s a circuit board inside that will produce resonance waves, and once it reaches a certain intensity, it will shatter things. The principle is quite complex, but you can think of it as a type of resonator, costing a lot to make in this form."

"There’s such a thing?" Qian curiously touched it. "Then who would practice martial arts anymore? Wear this and be invincible in close combat."

"Invincible my ass, this thing is useless and outdated. We’re no longer in the era of cold weapons. If someone really wants to fight, they’d use a gun directly. This thing is worthless compared to a bullet, merely something rich kids buy to show off, with power but no skill. People like us can still take them down in one move, it’s just superfluous."

"Could you find someone to modify it for me to fit my hand size? Just in case I might need it for self-defense one day."

"Your little hands don’t need such pointless things. You should grasp something more valuable, like—"

Four pounds?

Qian could tell from his look he didn’t have good intentions. How could they get down to business if he immediately wanted to jump into bed? Like a slippery fish, she glided past his gaze and sat elegantly on the sofa, only wrapped in her bath towel, picking up the manila envelope and crossing her legs.

Yu Minglang followed the beautiful legs with his eyes, swallowing hard, feeling like a little claw in his heart was telling him to go for it, urging "Go! Make a move! Do it!"

"This is a wedding gift from my godfather, do you want to see it?"

"What’s so interesting about share transfer documents? Your godfather has plenty of excellent lawyers; anything they draft will be impeccable, no need for me to look at it." Yu Minglang absentmindedly moved closer. Qian tried to hand him the envelope, but he didn’t even glance at it, instead putting his hand over hers, rubbing it, sliding smooth over silky skin~

"Be serious!"

"What could be more serious than making babies?" A true man should love beauty more than money!

"Did you take a look while I was showering?" Qian swatted away his restless hand, only for him to persistently reach it back.

"No need to look at it, it’s obvious. The Teng family is only left with money. Last year they gave you a house for your birthday, the year before a heap of bags that seemed like migrant worker sackcloth bags—who knows what kind of taste rich people have. This year, with our marriage coinciding with a regime change in the Teng family, Mr. Teng surely racks his brains to win you over and gives you what he can, eventually he can only offer you some shares."

Shuixian was saved by Qian, and for these sisters, the affection was real. But how deeply Teng Daye felt for Qian was a mystery.

It’s not that there was no affection at all; after all, Qian had saved Shuixian and mended the father-daughter relationship between Shuixian and Teng Daye. But just for this Teng Daye to see Qian as a daughter is impossible. As a businessman, he prioritizes profit even more, and the Teng family consistently spoiling Qian with money means Teng Daye values Qian’s capability, wanting to get his daughter Shuixian a top advisor. So being generous to Qian is a two-pronged approach: binding Qian with Shuixian’s feelings and offering Qian temptations so if Shuixian encounters trouble in the future, Qian won’t abandon her.

Mr. Teng’s calculations were very astute, but in Lang’s eyes, none of it mattered more than his wife.

How is she so fair... so beautiful.