Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 357: Chapter 331: The Snake Is a Hundred Remedies (Extra Chapter for 1,650 Monthly Tickets)

”Well, maybe stopping here isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” Qian sighed and glanced at the still-sleeping Panpan.

”It’s just a pity for this little chubby one, who just got so close to Dong Yi.”

This is the right person at the wrong time.

Qian understood Dong Yi’s heart through his dreams, and Mr. Yu wasn’t devoid of feelings either.

It’s just that the two have an age gap of almost ten years, and Mr. Yu has a child while Dong Yi is still a student, no matter how you look at it, they can’t continue. Dong Yi’s feelings for Mr. Yu might be a naive transition from gratitude to affection. She has no relationship experience and might think this is love.

Qian is rational, but emotionally speaking, there’s still a faint sadness.

If every relationship could blossom and bear fruit, if every admiration could have a beginning and an end.

That would be wonderful.

But reality never follows people’s wishes.

Dong Yi’s feelings for Mr. Yu may be a mix-up between gratitude and affection. Mr. Yu is a divorced man with a child. Beyond the age gap, their life circles are different. What the future holds for them together, nobody can say for sure.

Qian understands these things, but when she came, accompanying Qian in probing Mr. Yu, she also had a tiny bit of expectation. If Mr. Yu could overcome his heart’s barriers like her own Xiaoqiang and be with Dong Yi, it would at least give Dong Yi’s feelings a good home.

”In short, I’m very conflicted now. Even someone like me can’t predict every step in the future,” Qian murmured a couple of sentences, then suddenly reached out to punch Yu Minglang.

”It’s all your fault!”

Yu Minglang blinked innocently. He didn’t seem to have done anything, did he?

”Being with you makes me think of things outside the realm of reason. Take today’s matter, for instance. I should feel that separation is best, but inside, there’s a sense of melancholy! Every time I’m with you, no good comes of it, my IQ drops!”

”...Is your period about to start again?” Yu Minglang thought a woman’s period was such a magical occurrence. Qian seemed particularly irritable just days before it, and also particularly... womanly.

”Go away! A period comes once a month, but whenever you, Yu Minglang, stand beside me, it’s like a never-ending period, impairing my intelligence!”

”Doesn’t that make me the Emperor of Endless Bleeding?”

”Get lost!”

Qian was venting her frustration, taking out all the regrets of Dong Yi’s unfulfilled feelings on Yu Minglang.

That’s just how unreasonable women are, even someone as boss-like as Qian can’t escape this pattern.

”What’s the point of having such high intelligence? You’re not a robot. Look at how cute you are now. When I first met you, you were like a little robot, always plotting to trip others up. Having blood, flesh, and feelings—otherwise, what’s the point of living? I go through intrigue daily at work, but never use robotic standards to judge myself like you do!”

Yu Minglang thought Qian was now particularly great. Although reason dominated most of her, occasionally showing a bit of emotion—a little of what ordinary people should feel—even if she thought of it as stupidity, it was a lifestyle a normal person should have.

”You’re the robot! Yu Xiaoqiang, are you dismissing me?”

”I’m dismissing myself, tongue-tied and can’t work out how to cheer you up.”

Yu Minglang felt arguing with a woman, especially his own woman, was a very foolish and irrational behavior.

The best way to treat Qian is not to confront her head-on, because whether you win or lose, you’ll still get scratched. It’s better to be obedient from the start.

”You’re smart. Go and get the camera Mr. Yu left on the coffee table.”

”For what?”

”Since he was soothing the child all afternoon, causing us nearly to quarrel, I must vent on his son.”

Qian’s intelligence returned.

In terms of causing mischief together, Yu Minglang and Qian were completely in sync, and he immediately went to fetch the camera.

The room’s heating was excellent, and Panpan sweated a little while sleeping. Qian removed his small thin blanket, exposing his little private part.

She positioned the child in a surrender pose with his feet touching, directing Yu Minglang to take photos.

”Quick, father owes, son repays. His father annoyed us, so we’ll vent on his boy by taking close-ups of his private parts! We’ll keep them until Panpan grows up and wants to marry. We’ll show the photos to his future in-laws.”

Qian laughed sneakily.

”Future wife, you’re too ruthless, not even sparing the child—here, put his hand by his mouth to make a drooling pose. Yes, very good~,” Yu Minglang teased Qian, but his hands were perfectly in sync.

The two clicked away, photographing Mr. Yu’s son, exchanging a knowing glance afterward.

Indeed, they don’t spare even the child, so what!

Sure enough, after creating mischief together, emotions soared, and Qian’s little irritations were all vented.

Yu Minglang finally remembered the serious matter.

”Qian, why is it that when Jingjing dreams about snakes, you say it represents all her terrifying memories, but when Dong Yi dreams of them, you say... she’s sexually repressed and needs a boyfriend? I remember I also once dreamed of snakes.”

”Once or twice doesn’t count for much. Psychology isn’t fortune-telling. I can’t, like a psychic, say whoever dreams of what is definite for certain circumstances. Dong Yi and Jingjing’s situations are analyzed in combination with their current life contexts.”

”Tell me why you reach different conclusions from the same thing.” Yu Minglang covered his little nephew’s abdomen with the blanket.

”In traditional dream interpretation, snakes have many interpretations. In psychology too, they hold diverse meanings. The snake’s shape slightly resembles a man’s vital part. It can also be understood as women who frequently dream of snakes reflecting their attitudes towards marriage. Jingjing dreaming of a poisonous snake implies encountering traumatic experiences, like assault.”

”What about Dong Yi? A snake turning into a dragon?”

”As Dong Yi told us, that snake looked at her gently, and she wasn’t scared, even liked it. This shows she has naïve feelings, a longing. When dealing with patients’ dreams, we ask how they feel—repulsion or fondness.”

”How did you deduce repression?”

”She very much wanted to sit on that dragon to fly away, but the dragon rejected her and spat water at her. Yu Minglang, don’t you think this metaphor is very apt and vivid, perfectly reflecting Dong Yi’s inner world?”

Yu Minglang uttered a sound, his mouth agape, not knowing what to say.