Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 938: Chapter 911: Kings Never Meet

Liumei was closest to the man, and the man thought that this woman, although tall, looked quite thin and should be easier to handle!

Aiming for the right moment, the man swung the suitcase towards Liumei, then tried to make use of the opportunity to push her aside and run away.

Qian didn’t even blink, watching as Liumei easily bent backward to dodge, followed with a swift kick!

The man was kicked out before he could react, wondering how someone could twist their body like that?

Qian shook her head, sipping her coffee lightly.

”Picking a martial arts champion to attack, is this person brainless?”

Liumei did not wear a skirt today to conveniently play the role of a small enforcer. Her loose sportswear made her look very frail, but Qian, having gone to spa sessions with her, knew that beneath those clothes was a solid waistline. Not many girls have abs, but Liumei’s waistline was genuinely built from martial arts, unlike those built in a gym.

”Brainless, definitely brainless,” Shi Yu chimed in.

The man, dizzy from the kick, watched as Qiuqiu stepped back, crossed his arms, and watched the commotion.

Qiuqiu’s little move was kind of stylish, and Bai Jin, who originally intended to photograph Liumei hitting the man, accidentally pointed the camera at Qiuqiu. Snap! In the lens, Qiuqiu looked so handsome. Bai Jin thought she had to develop this photo herself and sneakily tuck it into her wallet...

The man, out of the corner of his eye, saw Bai Jin holding the camera. Summoning his last strength, he took the suitcase and attempted to target Bai Jin. Bai Jin could see that face getting closer and closer to her lens. She wasn’t practiced in martial arts and reacted slowly. Just when she was about to suffer, that big face moved away again.

Huh...?

Bai Jin lowered the camera, seeing the angry Qiuqiu yanking the man’s hair, forcibly dragging him away, followed by a kick, his canvas shoe directly hitting the man’s backside.

”How dare you bully girls?!” And the cutest of them all, Baihe!

This was really unforgivable.

A barrage of punches sounded.

Qian watched Liumei and Qiuqiu’s mixed doubles, tsk-tsking while chatting with Shi Tou.

”My Xiaoqiang really misses out on the fun. I asked him this morning whether he had time, but he had to go to a meeting. You have to testify that it’s not because I’m a bad wife who doesn’t tell him about fun stuff, but it’s this guy himself who didn’t have the time. Next time when we have a meal together, if this guy feels fussy about this, you gotta help me, okay?”

Will there... really be a next time? Shi Tou’s eyes darkened.

What’s in front should be the best curtain call of youth.

She used all her self-control to maintain her friendship, not letting down Qian, who always took good care of her. With all this, it was more than enough, no need to add unnecessary things.

”My silly Xiaoqiang, always being jealous of everything, and recently throwing tantrums like a child, even being jealous of you. Perhaps at the victory banquet later, we should make him use his pocket money to treat us, peel off a layer of his skin!” Qian proposed enthusiastically.

Xiaoqiang’s pocket money was fixed, and Qian, still sore from being chastised the last time for not secretly photographing the man, was eager for some public revenge, looking for opportunities to cut down Erha Qiang’s funds.

The few people in front were brawling, lively, while Qian spoke lightly, and Shi Yu sniffed. Such occurrences of joining hands with friends against foes had emerged occasionally over the years; she vividly remembers each one. This is likely the last time.

”How about we go eat roast lamb? Hmm, I guess his pocket money should be plenty. Or perhaps seafood? We should eat him into bankruptcy—huh? What’s the matter?”

Qian finally saw Shi Yu sniffing as if holding back tears.

”Qian, don’t keep deceiving me. I’ve realized it, your Xiaoqiang was cooperating with you yesterday, right? You two really are... So much to say, but one sentence: It’s truly wonderful knowing you, sincerely hoping we...” to have more chances to hang out together like this.

Shi Yu hugged Qian, choking up with words unable to come out.

”Silly girl, what’s there to be sad about? What we want to say, let’s say it over a meal.” Qian knew she was worried about her family’s matters. Now wasn’t the time to speak, so she reached out and patted her shoulder.

Time may alter appearances, but cannot shake friendship; though age is an unfeeling sculptor that changes many things, it leaves intact the essence of Qian and Shi Yu’s friendship.

Shi Yu never regretted rejecting the temptation of money during her familial hardships.

She honored her last name and her cherished friendship.

This friendship she would never betray, for doing so would sell not just out Qian, but her best times, and the most stunning memories, which are priceless and not for sale at any cost, honoring Qian is also honoring herself.

Maybe she’d spend her later years in the misery of repaying debts, but those striking moments with friends might just be the spiritual strength she draws on.

The violent enforcer team’s thrashing continued, while Qian, enjoying the chaotic yet appealing scene, asked Shi Yu:

”Does your heart still hold any messy thoughts?” She’d been wanting to figure out exactly what psychological issues Shi Yu had, but none of the mental symptoms she thought of seemed to fit.

”Not anymore, since I left that Wang family, my mind has cleared a lot.”

Without contact with suggestive words, coupled with holding Qian’s bracelet, always pulling her rationality back, Shi Yu now felt great, no longer being unnatural.

”That’s odd... Could it be an allergic reaction after being shocked? Actually, I thought you were like someone hypnotized, fitting the subconscious state of someone hypnotized, but you said you hadn’t interacted with strange people or undergone long-term brainwashing, so why was it like that?”

Qian rubbed her temples, seeming to overlook something important?

Outside the café, a white silhouette in a car looked through binoculars at the scene inside, shaking his head.

His hypnosis, scaled up 30,000 times, was indeed cracked, tsk-tsk, Chen Xiaoqian was clearly still a kid, what method did she use to crack his hypnosis?

This little girl’s got some spice, didn’t feel anything from photos, but seeing her in person, her aura is overwhelmingly commanding—also feels a bit familiar, hmm, her calm reaction during contemplation, almost annoyingly tranquil, doesn’t it resemble old Qi?

The white silhouette turned his prayer beads, pondering seriously.

By then, Qiuqiu and the others had already pummeled that man into an unrecognizable form, Qian had found the man’s phone, dialing the number saved as ’Boss’.

”Is the task done?” An aged yet authoritative voice emanated from within, accompanied by an air of arrogance born from long-standing power.

”I’ve done it, and you will meet a tragic end.” Qian answered.

A pause for a few seconds from the other side, ”Who are you?”

”I’m the one you offered a fortune for the notebook, Chen Xiaoqian. Your man has betrayed you, we’ve flipped him, he spilled everything, who you are, where you are, so wait for your demise, old man. I won’t spare you.”