Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss-Chapter 572 - 546: Setbacks and Cheerfulness

"Let me tell you, Yu Xiaoqiang, you’re all mine—body and soul. I won’t fight over emotions; stuff like going after the mistress is beneath me. If you want to run away with someone, go ahead, I won’t stop you!"

Only she could do something dangerous with a non-dangerous voice.

Yu Minglang didn’t dare move at all and wasn’t foolish enough to believe her words.

"I’m not running, I’m not running! My home is like superglue, the moment I’m near you, I’m stuck, not going anywhere!"

"Don’t force yourself." She laughed so gently.

"Not forcing myself!"

Really...not forcing at all, Yu Minglang was too scared to breathe, his future wife was truly remarkable. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Qian has been troubled by nightmares for so long but having him by her side meant she was dreamless until dawn.

Qian was awakened by the ringing because by now cell phones could use MP3s as ringtones. "Encounter" by Sun Yanzi sounded repeatedly in the room; Qian swapped her phone at the beginning of the year, and the 1.3-megapixel configuration was top tier at this time, the screen jumping back and forth with her mom’s photo.

Qian put on her robe, yawning as she grabbed her phone and walked out of the bedroom, scanning for his traces with her eyes. Her nose was a step ahead, receiving signals that he was in the kitchen battling a pile of flour, seemingly wanting to make dumplings for her.

Qian sat opposite him, legs crossed and called her mom.

"Mom, what’s up?"

"Can you reach Minglang?"

Jia Xiufang’s voice came from the other end. She had officially tied the knot with Mr. Liao a year ago. Qian thought signing her up for a fitness class would help her lose weight, but she ended up even rounder after Mr. Liao’s feeding.

Jia Xiufang did fitness, did yoga but didn’t lose weight, only becoming a flexible yet plump person. Qian suspected it was Mr. Liao who fed her mom into this state with his continually prepared delicious meals.

"Minglang? I can, what’s the matter?" Qian glanced at Yu Minglang, he looked up like he was frozen upon hearing his name, and Qian took the opportunity to smear some flour on his nose, which he retaliated by biting her finger, holding it firmly.

Jia Xiufang had no idea that the person she was looking for was on the other end of the line flirting with her daughter, as she complained to her daughter.

"This Minglang, whenever needed, he’s nowhere to be found; called his work unit, they said he was on leave for half a month. His mobile was unreachable. I’m worried sick..."

"You’re on leave for half a month?" Qian asked Yu Minglang, who shrugged. Qian glared at him, knowing she’d deal with it later.

"Mom, is there any problem at home?"

"No problem per se, it’s just that your brother’s going to take the college entrance exam soon. His third practice test score came out to be 250 points; what are we supposed to do? He can’t even get into a third-tier college; it’s driving me crazy and raising my blood pressure. Your Uncle Liao has cold sores all over his mouth! I don’t understand, your Uncle Liao, who is a doctor, tutors your brother one-on-one, and how does he get a 250 from the tutoring? If there’s no other way, ask Minglang if he can help tutor him."

"No way, definitely no way! Minglang doesn’t have time!" Qian promptly refused.

Yu Minglang was about to say he had time when Qian pressed his mouth shut, preventing him from speaking.

Every time Jia Xiufang mentioned her son, she was beside herself with worry. Her daughter breezed through her studies, skipping two grades and smoothly going through graduate school. Why is it so hard for her son to get into college?

"Fugui’s taken down?" Qian asked with a bit of schadenfreude.

"Don’t mention it, as soon as the third practice test scores came out, your Uncle Liao fell apart; he hasn’t eaten properly for days with cold sores all over his mouth. The Cow-bezoar detoxifying pills aren’t working, he seems deeply troubled."

A child who can shake a doctor’s faith, Chen Zilong truly possesses great skill.

"Mom, you have to face reality, give up. Dalong’s not cut out for studying; if Fugui can’t tutor him, no one will do any good. The third practice test is the simplest way to build confidence for candidates, and he got a 250...Pfft!"

This isn’t about building confidence; it’s about crushing Liao Fugui’s confidence!

Qian thought, no wonder recently Liao Fugui hasn’t assigned her any cases; it’s Chen Zilong’s doing.

After Jia Xiufang married Mr. Liao, both families lived together, and Jia Xiufang was thrilled to have him dearly care for her, along with Dr. Liao, believing Zilong’s studying was saved!

Liao Fugui was straightforward, unwaveringly tutoring Chen Zilong every day after work, rain or shine, yet resulted in a 250 score. Dr. Liao’s psychological shadow was immeasurable.

Jia Xiufang, truly out of options, thought about asking her all-rounder son-in-law.

"Qian’er, can you reach Minglang and ask him, have him figure something out? Your brother seems to lack conviction; he scored a 250, leaving me and your Uncle Liao in a panic, yet he acts like nothing happened, able to eat, drink, sleep. Last night, he got me so mad I stormed into his room, saw him sleeping like a log, and and dragged him up; this kid is just too much!"

"Wait, Mom—did you storm into someone’s room in the middle of the night and yank their ears?!"

Haha! Yu Minglang couldn’t hold it in, this was so vivid!

At night, the little brother sprawled out sleeping sweetly, felt a chill, and opened his eyes to see a chubby shadow above his bed staring at him eerily.

Hahaha!

Qian couldn’t hold back her laughter either; mom’s menopause seems unending, how’s she still like this!