Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Use Mine, Not Those Two Losers Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Our whole family is viviparous and has no claws, so don’t ever say that again."

Yu Minglang thought he was using the sense of humor he cultivated from reading "Humor Master" every issue. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

But Qian just looked at him coldly.

"So cold."

"Did I not turn on the fan?" Yu Minglang looked around in confusion. How could she be cold in the sweltering heat?

"Idiot! Your terrible jokes are freezing me to death!" Qian pushed him away, realizing she couldn’t leave, so she angrily sat on the hard couch.

No, she needed to calm down. If she continued bickering with this idiot, she felt her intelligence would be lowered.

Why did she think in her past life that this guy had such a righteous and upright worldview?

This guy who watches Dragon Ball and tells cold jokes, who exactly is he!

On further thought, it’s not strange. When she met him in her previous life, he was older than he is now; at that time, he’d already held a key position, which made him much colder in personality. Occasionally, he’d show a more silly side, but since they didn’t meet often, Qian never delved deeper.

Watching him walk back, maintaining the same kind of distance as before, with a serious look on his face, Qian tilted her head slightly.

Although Yu Minglang was still very handsome and carried an air of aloofness, according to her experience as a top psychologist, how did she feel—

This was just a husky in human form!

What a waste of a wolf’s appearance, why is he so dumb?!

Yu Minglang didn’t know that Zhou Zhiruo’s counterpart was now tilting her head thinking he was some kind of foolish canine as he tried to explain the bankbook situation.

"I believe you must need money."

"No kidding."

She needed to go to school. Even though she had the level of a psychology PhD, without that diploma, how could she open her own psychology clinic in the future?

"These are my savings, all clean money. Use mine, don’t use those two losers’ money."

"Are we that close?"

"Um..." Yu Minglang then felt he might have hurt this girl’s self-esteem.

"I won’t give it; I’ll lend it to you!" Finally, he found a win-win solution!

"Lend?" Qian was stunned.

"Yes, I’ll lend it to you. You can repay me when you have money in the future." Actually, it didn’t matter if she didn’t repay at all.

"What if I can’t repay it?" Qian held the bankbook he handed back to her, feeling not a bit of joy but rather great anger.

Was this guy just a pushover?

Did he treat all women this way? The first time they met in their past life, he draped his coat over her, probably did it for many women, right?

The first time they met in this life, he gave her a salve. Now he’s offering her money, how many young girls has he showered with money? So frivolous!

No, something’s off, bah!

Why is she feeling so sour!

Yu Minglang didn’t know about Qian’s rich, subtly sour internal thoughts. He was still racking his brains trying to find something that wouldn’t hurt her self-esteem.

"In one’s life, there will always be hardships and setbacks, but if you look forward, you can—"

"Damn it!" Qian was infuriated.

This guy was reciting motivational clichés to her?

Reciting these completely useless motivational clichés to her, a seasoned psychologist? Didn’t he know that the more self-help clichés you tell a patient with psychological issues, the more annoyed they get?

Didn’t he know that those who love feeding themselves motivational clichés generally have low IQs? She’s a PhD, a Doc-tor!

So, Qian erupted in anger.

Grabbing the bankbook, she struck him with it.

"Yu Minglang, are you dumb? Do we know each other well? Do you know what I’m all about? Did you even ask what I need the money for? Without asking anything, you just go ahead, are you dumb!!"

Yu Minglang wasn’t hurt by her blows, but seeing her sudden emotional outburst, he didn’t dare to dodge and just let her hit him.

In the meantime, he sneakily glanced at her small face tainted with anger.

Qian, tired of hitting, seeing he didn’t retaliate, angrily asked.

"Why aren’t you dodging? Are you dumb?"

"It doesn’t hurt anyway." He seemed to answer foolishly, but secretly added to himself.

By dodging, how could he have seen such a beautiful beauty mark up close, the one on her forehead, red like the richest ruby in color, so pretty.

"I..." Qian was nearly speechless.

"Chen Xiaoqian, I’m lending you the money because I believe that one day you’ll repay me. I don’t care how long it takes, as long as you do."

"What if I can’t repay it, what will you do?"

"Then you’ll just be my girl—never mind, it’s nothing, really nothing." Damn, almost let a slip of tongue reveal his thoughts, what a close call!

Yu Minglang, remaining composed, steadied himself, acted as if nothing happened, seeing Qian didn’t notice, he seriously brought the topic back.

"In any case, you can use my money, but not those scumbags’ money!"

"Why!" It’s all money; Qian would rather collect from the bad guys because they deserve it. But she didn’t want to take Yu Minglang’s because it always felt like taking his money would lead to endless entanglements.

"Because your pure life shouldn’t just be worth fifty thousand dollars."

After he said this, Qian stood there, like someone had pressed a pause button, unable to move for a long time.

Yu Minglang saw clearly how her eyes began to redden ever so slightly.

Inside Qian, it was as if a long-suppressed spot had been hit, then the vulnerabilities that should no longer exist suddenly popped out.

She began to struggle to control her emotions, even feeling like she couldn’t control the tears that were about to fall.

"They’ve done terribly; I understand how you feel, but you are a good girl and shouldn’t be led astray by them."

The losers’ money, Yu Minglang absolutely wouldn’t let Qian take.

From the moment he laid eyes on her and in the subsequent meetings, he basically confirmed one thing.

She’s meant to live a clean life, happily, meant to be cherished with care, and those unhappy things shouldn’t cling to her.

If there must be a man to pull her out of distress, Yu Minglang thought, that man should be himself.

"Then what should I do! Yu Minglang, tell me what to do! They almost ruined my whole life, should I just let it go like this? Do I have to be their so-called love’s sacrificial lamb?"

Qian’s heart was full of unwillingness. But the words Yu Minglang just said, that your pure life shouldn’t just be worth fifty thousand dollars, struck her heart, tearing away the self-deception she’d been maintaining, leaving only a bruised heart beneath her strong facade.

"How could it be over? If they’ve done wrong, they must pay the price! People will have problems if they’re suppressed for too long; we should deal with them openly and justly. You should know, I’m a very open person."

The last sentence, he was joking again...

But very soon, Qian saw, how Yu Minglang brought a "just" way for her to vent.