Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 401: Chapter 375: Frost Red Like Blossoms

Although Yu Minglang was already impatient, he wasn’t so crazed as to drag Qian over directly and push her down.

He still remembered that Qian hadn’t eaten, so he took her to a western restaurant.

Qian didn’t expect him to have this kind of romantic sentiment. The cozy romantic setting made both of them more aware of the unsaid possibilities of what might happen next.

Yu Minglang ordered two steaks, and now when Qian watched him slice the steak, she felt like it was metaphorical, as if she might be treated like a steak, cut up by him all night long...

With such thoughts in mind, she couldn’t really taste her food. She just felt various kinds of heat, like the most stifling moment before a storm, waiting eagerly in anticipation.

Yu Minglang quickly finished the food in front of him, then stared deeply at Qian, making it hard for her to continue eating.

”What are you thinking?” She bowed her head, using graceful slicing motions to conceal her own inner heat.

”I suddenly thought of a saying.”

”Oh?” Does this guy even know proverbs?

”The blazing land of fervor, the impatient heart, a thousand-mile encounter with Qian’s shadow, transforming into a butterfly to seek flowers...”

”Cough!” Qian choked on her steak.

Yu Minglang hurried to pat her back. She glanced at him shyly and resentfully, with a blush like a spring dawn. Yu Minglang had intended to tease her a bit and show off his literary talent, but with just one look from her, he felt electrified.

This truly was a flirtatious expression, where a mere glance could captivate a person.

Actually, Qian was glaring at him quite seriously.

Yu Minglang’s thoughts had already drifted downward, and everything he saw was tinged with an indescribable hue, assuming Qian was bashfully coy.

Angry and biting hard, her pearly teeth gnawing the fork, Qian wondered what Yu Minglang was doing.

Suppressing himself to be a gentleman, after she gave him a little hint, he just let loose in his self-expression. Using such random adjectives here was simply ridiculous.

A long drought followed by rain, transforming into a butterfly to seek flowers... individually, the words seemed normal, but strung together by him, they were decorously improper.

”Qian, darling, tell me, how do my few lines measure up to your night scene in the maple grove?”

Such shamelessness, and he still had the nerve to ask for compliments.

Qian stabbed her beef fiercely.

”You keep blabbering, I’ll go home, and your butterfly won’t find any flowers; it will just become a fluttering moth scattering dust everywhere!”

”...” Yu Xiaoqiang, who wanted to exhibit his literary prowess, fell silent.

You’re beautiful, so you’re right. Whatever you say is correct.

”Here, Qian darling, eat more.” His dark eyes were bright and spirited.

Perhaps it was just an illusion, but Qian always felt that when she went out with Yu Minglang, many people were looking at her.

During dinner, the waiter stared at her for a long time. After eating, to show that he wasn’t in such a hurry, once they reached his apartment complex, Yu Minglang made a show of it by parking, holding her hand, and strolling through the garden downstairs.

Pretending not to be in a rush, calling it digesting after a meal, though really he was just preparing mentally for how he would perform once inside. He had read much theoretical stuff, but once it came to practice, he still felt a little nervous.

”Xiaoqiang... did you notice that many people are staring at me?” Qian was unsure if it was guilt, but she felt so many were looking at her today, as if the whole city knew she was about to offer herself up to this pent-up hot-blooded youth ”to enjoy.”

”Maybe they think you’re beautiful.” Yu Minglang’s observational skills tonight were zero; his gaze was entirely fixed on Qian.

The more he looked, the more he felt she would ignite his heart, the sparks flickering out.

Such straightforward praise made Qian’s face heat up, but it felt good; what woman doesn’t like to be praised by the one she loves? Making him infatuated like this was quite an achievement.

She tiptoed, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly.

”Am I beautiful?”

”Beautiful. The many flavors of love can be summarized in two ways: one that stuns the passage of time, another that warms the years. I feel meeting you is enough; my dear Mei, you alone are full of charm.”

Qian intended to captivate Yu Minglang, but ended up blushing from his sentimental spiel. Glancing up, she saw his mischievously smiling expression. Today, Xiaoqiang was not the usual silly, naive big boy but suddenly seemed like a mature man with a teasing charm that was especially intoxicating.

With a look of apparent calm yet deep emotion, she gazed at him, pushing Yu Minglang’s endurance to the limit.

Suddenly grasping her hand, warming her little hand with his broad palm, he stared ahead with a particularly righteous tone of voice.

”Cold? Shall we go inside?”

What would happen inside, everyone knew.

Once inside the room, Yu Minglang embraced her directly, as if the pretense from before wasn’t him at all.

Qian found it funny yet a bit touching; he truly wanted to give her an unforgettable wonderful memory, and being able to hold himself in until now was probably his limit.

Hugging his neck with her hands, she looked up into his deep eyes, mischievously asking.

”What do you want to do, little brother, hmm?”

”Uncle will do nothing, just hug you, nothing else...”

When a man says he’ll do nothing, it usually means he wants to do everything.

He leaned in, still with a sense of romance.

Teasingly asking, ”My dear Mei, can we now head to your maple grove night scene?”

Tonight, Yu Minglang’s mesmerizing skills were off the charts, deploying move after move, yet Qian didn’t respond promptly.

Pushing him away, at the moment he was still lost in a pink-hued heart, floating in the air about to take her on a whirlwind adventure, Yu Minglang was stunned—what was happening?

How could Mei suddenly change face?

Could it be that Mei didn’t like such gentle methods?

Qian directly stepped back, her face tinged with awkwardness.

Having been pushed away twice in a row, Yu Minglang was puzzled, ”What’s wrong?”

”Because... the frost-covered leaves are redder than February flowers, step aside! I need to go to the bathroom!!!”