Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 860: Chapter 834: Aunt Qian, Ruthless Even to Children

”From the sound of it, I’m probably the one with the lowest degree in this whole professional competition.” Qian’s lips twitched. These people really had the nerve to run right into her muzzle. If you add up her clinical experience from this life and the last, only an old doctor like Mr Liu could compete. Trying to compare clinical skills with her was like waving a broadsword in front of Guan Gong.

”What competition?” Yu Minglang hadn’t even heard about this yet.

Qian ran through what had happened: the homeroom teacher’s younger brother was the sponsor and had pushed her to sign up. She’d already told Xiaoqiang all that.

Yu Minglang’s brows furrowed.

Someone was plotting against his wife, and he was only finding out now!

”Something’s off here. That petty old grudge between you and your homeroom teacher isn’t worth him going to all this trouble to get back at you after so many years. There’s definitely someone behind him.”

Trust Xiaoqiang—just hearing the beginning, he could analyze the whole thing. This was what Qian had been thinking too.

”I’ve already asked Big Brother to start looking into it.”

Having been preempted by his big brother, Xiaoqiang was a bit annoyed.

”This is such a big deal, why are you only telling me now?” He should’ve been told the second he walked in the door, so he could investigate himself. Why bother asking the eldest?

Qian fixed her clear black-and-white eyes on him without answering, her resentful gaze practically saying: use your head for once. Did I have a chance to say anything just now?

Do you really not know what you were doing the moment you got home?

And just like that, Xiaoqiang remembered.

The steam-filled bathroom, cheeks brushing, water splashing, sweet nothings murmured.

Xiaoqiang’s expression darkened a shade. Fortunately, the smoke and bustle of the barbecue place covered it. He grabbed his water glass and took a sip to cover up as he spoke.

”Telling me now... isn’t too late either.”

Qian shot him a glare. Shameless!

He’d been the one who couldn’t wait—came home and wouldn’t even let her say a couple of domestic trivialities before dragging her into the bathroom for that, and he still had the face to ask!

”I’ll touch base with Big Brother later and go over what’s really going on here.” Xiaoqiang pretended not to see his wife’s accusatory eyes. He was still planning to go home after they ate and continue.

This topic absolutely could not be followed up on. You can suffer anything, but you don’t make your wife suffer; you can starve from anything, but you don’t starve little Qiang.

”You’re not afraid I’ll embarrass myself and smash your family’s signboard? You don’t even slightly hope I won’t participate?” Qian had thought Yu Minglang would be like her teacher, doing everything possible to stop her from competing.

”You wouldn’t sign up for that kind of competition if you didn’t have confidence. My wife is the type of person who plucks a feather off even a passing wild goose. You’d never touch anything that doesn’t benefit you.”

Yu Minglang nailed Qian’s personality perfectly. His wife was the type who would eat anything but a loss. If she dared to agree to this, it meant she knew exactly what she was doing.

”What’s that word again, the one that describes someone who absolutely never lets themselves suffer a loss?”

What Xiaoqiang wanted to say was basically ”eats from all eight directions,” but he just couldn’t recall the exact phrase.

”Chēng xīn ér cuàn, shǔ lì nǎi chuī.” Panpan replied while gnawing on a chicken wing.

It was as if a few crows flew over Yu Minglang’s head, caw caw caw.

This kid... is vicious.

”Son, what kind of ’easy thinking’ is that?” the eldest didn’t get it.

”Weighing the firewood and counting every grain of rice before cooking—means being ridiculously calculating.” Panpan answered earnestly.

”So good. Here, eat some more, nourish that brain of yours. But don’t study too hard either, I see you reading very late.” The eldest really doted on Panpan.

”It’s fine.” Panpan replied coolly. Suddenly he felt a wave of killing intent. He looked up in confusion and glanced around, only to see his pretty little aunt—whom he quite respected—smiling with a very dark edge while pushing up her glasses.

”Panpan, are you very interested in classical literature?” Qian’s smile was gentle enough to melt butter, but the little person in her heart was flipping him off.

Little brat! He actually dared to say she weighed firewood and counted grains of rice—begging for a beating.

”Not that into it.” Panpan was just bored. He didn’t like those childish games other kids played. He’d learned to read early and started on books early.

”’Máng zhī chī chī, bào bù mào sī’, what’s the next line?”

”...” The little guy’s chicken-wing-gnawing motion froze, confusion flashing in his eyes.

Xiaoqiang’s heart ached for his nephew. ”Mei, how old is he? He hasn’t learned the Book of Songs yet.”

”Oh, hasn’t gotten to the Book of Songs yet? That’s easy. Little Aunt will give you a modern one.” Qian’s lips curled.

”’Shí shì shī shì Shī Shì, shì shī, shì shí shí shī. Shī Shì shí shí shì shì shì shī.’ Come on, next line.”

”...” Panpan’s mind went blank.

Suddenly the chicken wing wasn’t tasty anymore!

Why did every line sound like the exact same syllable!!

Qian patted his shoulder, smiling kindly.

”The sea of learning has no end, hard work’s your only boat. The mountain of books has a path, diligence is your only road. Heaven has a road and you don’t walk it. Child, you’d better read more books and offend fewer people in the future, okay?”

Yu Minglang shook his head. Translated, what Mei meant boiled down to one thing: don’t mess with people you shouldn’t mess with.

He silently pitied his nephew for two seconds.

Of all the people to provoke, he just had to pick the most petty, most calculating woman in the entire Yu Family!

Seeing Qian’s shamelessly adorable grin as she refused to let even a preschooler off the hook, Yu Minglang was relieved.

His wife was definitely not going to suffer any loss in this competition.

Aunt Qian from the streets—she won’t even spare a little kid, let alone someone who dares to come looking for trouble!

Back home, Xiaoqiang met up with his big brother. What surprised them was that even his big brother couldn’t trace the mastermind behind this.

If Big Brother couldn’t track them down, it meant the other party was extremely cautious and had deliberately sidestepped the Yu Family’s influence. Whether the target was Qian or the Yu Family itself was still unclear for now.

The two brothers discussed it and decided to respond to all changes by remaining unchanged. If the other side didn’t make a move, fine. Once they did, the Yu Family would definitely spot it, and when that happened, they’d block soldiers with generals and floodwaters with earth—handle whatever came their way.

Yu Minglang was utterly at ease about his wife’s abilities. Since she wasn’t nervous, he had nothing to worry about either. They ate when they wanted, slept when they wanted, and took advantage of his two-day break to really enjoy each other’s company, all lovey-dovey.

The result was that Boss Qian slept at home for two days straight. This day, Xiaoqiang went to work while she was still happily curled up in bed enjoying a second round of sleep, when the doorbell clanged noisily.

Mr Liu was waiting outside with a stack of documents. The sight of Qian, hair like a bird’s nest, face still drowsy from sleep, and an eye-catching red mark on her neck, nearly made him blow a gasket.

”Little Cannon, what the hell have you become?! I waited for you all morning at school, and you’re at home taking a nap? Your cell’s off, the landline’s not being picked up—do you have any idea the competition is tomorrow?” He was practically dying of anxiety!

Qian yawned. She’d only gone to sleep at three in the morning. That shameless thing Yu Minglang had ambushed her mid-sleep. A full day’s sleep still wasn’t enough to make up for it.

”My phone died. The landline was unplugged by Yu Gangdan—nothing to do with me.” Qian shamelessly dumped all the blame on Yu Minglang.

”You two are like the emperor not worrying while the eunuch panics!”

Wait, what sounded so off about that sentence?