Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 1001: Chapter 974: Liking Is Just Liking

Yu Minglang went downstairs to meet Hai Zhao and buy some toilet paper for the house.

He came out of the small shop carrying a pack of toilet paper and approached the gate, looking around.

Hai Zhao patted him on the shoulder, ”You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

Such a big guy standing right in front of Xiaoqiang, pretending not to see him, what’s that all about?

Could he really not recognize him?

Yu Minglang chuckled twice, ”If you hadn’t spoken up, I would have thought some homeless guy had wandered to our gate and almost asked the guard to give you a bottle of water.”

”Cut it out!” Hai Zhao retorted weakly.

Yu Minglang was indeed teasing Hai Zhao deliberately, but Xiaoqiang wasn’t to blame.

They hadn’t seen each other for just two days, yet Hai Zhao seemed a lot more haggard, with stubble growing on his chin, reeking of alcohol, wearing clothes that looked as crumpled as dried plums, and his hair was a mess.

”Bro, tell me what’s been going on with you these last two days? Tsk tsk, look at your hair, as if struck by lightning!” Yu Minglang reached out to touch Hai Zhao’s messy hair a couple of times—it wasn’t greasy or flaky, just untidy.

”It’s all because of your Yu Family, don’t mock me.”

These past two days had been difficult for Hai Zhao.

Every day felt like a year, living in a drunken stupor, barely hanging on until the agreed time.

”Why do you insist on fixating on that heartless girl? What’s so special about her?”

Yu Minglang heard about the backstory from Qian, and although Yu Mingxi was his sister, he also disdains her behavior of redirecting someone’s feelings to another person. In this matter, he sides with Hai Zhao, looking down on Yu Mingxi, the heartbreaker.

Hai Zhao gave a bitter smile.

”I also wonder why I’m so stubborn, that’s why I’m here to find your goddess of a wife.”

Thinking about it, Hai Zhao asked again.

”If your wife didn’t want you no matter what, would you be willing to hang on with her, or find another tree?”

”Isn’t it obvious? I wouldn’t want anyone but her.”

”You yourself know that after seeing the sea, you see no water, after climbing Wushan, clouds hold no allure. Then why persuade me not to cling to her?”

Yu Minglang gave Hai Zhao a look wishing him luck.

”Although my wife’s combat power is slightly higher, I think she’s obviously more compassionate in relationships than that jerk Yu Mingxi.”

Yu Minglang wasn’t boasting about his wife on purpose.

To outsiders, Qian was ruthless, but to those close to her, she was wonderful.

Yu Minglang was the closest in her heart, and she was particularly tolerant of him. Even when Minglang went on a mission on their wedding day, Qian didn’t retaliate afterward, and Yu Minglang remembered that for a lifetime.

But Yu Mingxi was different; she treated everyone the same—not too good and not too bad, not too warm, not too cold.

You couldn’t really call her arrogant.

It’s like she lives a few degrees cooler than others, inhabiting her world, staying at a neither too close nor too distant range with family as well.

Hai Zhao, of all people, chose Yu Mingxi, this cold-blooded woman. As her twin brother, Yu Minglang found Hai Zhao quite pitiable.

”Sigh, what kind of person she is doesn’t matter; what matters is that I like her.”

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”Like is just like.”

Two hours later, this sentence came out of Qian’s mouth.

Behind the closed door, Hai Zhao’s breakdown could be heard.

Yu Minglang was at a loss; his wife and Hai Zhao had been in there for two hours, and he had no idea what she did to him. After Qian came out, she only said this one sentence, then Hai Zhao started crying his heart out at the door.

”It’s a shame you’re not a medium, I’ve never seen Hai Zhao cry since he was a kid.”

What on earth did his wife do to him?

”I helped him release his negative emotions. Let’s not disturb him; let’s go get something to eat,” Qian said understandingly.

Hai Zhao had too many burdens in his heart, and Qian took the opportunity to release them for him. To avoid Hai Zhao’s awkwardness later, Qian left the house to him.

”Have you drawn any conclusions?” Yu Minglang asked Qian after stepping out.

”Conclusions? Haven’t I told you already? He just likes her; he really likes her.” Qian was a bit surprised by this result, yet felt it should’ve been expected.

The likelihood that a crush is genuine love is low. Just like she once gave examples: many people are fascinated by things they can’t afford in the shop window, but once bought, few truly like them. After the novelty fades, they’re over it.

But there are exceptions, those who truly fall in love, albeit rare, like Hai Zhao.

”You’re so certain?”

”Of course, the principle I used for his treatment was to ignore the past, only focus on the present, and naturally delve into inner feelings. Little did he know, Xiaoxi really is in his heart.”

That’s tragic.

”So what are you planning to do next?” This mattered to his cold-blooded twin sister, and Yu Minglang had to ask.

”Go with the flow—I’m not going into the office tomorrow. Let the twisted uke there know for me.”

”Twisted uke?”

”Apiao, that hormonally unbalanced guy.”

”What are you going to do?”

”I’m going to Xiaoxi’s concert.”

”It’s fine to take leave, but as I understand Apiao, this will make him even less likely to accept you.”

Qian cast a sidelong glance at him, ”So, are you suggesting I don’t take leave?”

”Of course not, I’m simply saying that if Apiao shows any malicious behavior towards you, go easy on him, teach a lesson by all means, but don’t incapacitate him, we still need people like that.”

Yu Minglang was keen—if Apiao dared to mess with Qian, she’d probably smack him to death; his wife confronted earth, sky, and air alike.

”Hmm, for your sake, I’ll spare this brother. Truth is, although this brother comes off as that sassy uke type, he’s not bad and quite upright. Someone’s who dares challenge Yu Minglang’s wife clearly has some real talent, though major sourness. I’ll straighten him out in a couple of rounds.”

Yu Minglang kissed her; they were on the same wavelength regarding people they deal with—similar values and such. But something perplexed him.

”Why call him a sassy uke?”

”... Instinct.”

”I haven’t pursued your failure to defend your wife yet.”

”I have faith that you can handle him. Whenever something proves too much, that’s when I’ll step in.”

Qian pursed her lips, ”Honestly, not to boast, but not many things pose an issue for me. Tomorrow, watch how I handle the most difficult Mr. Yu in our family!”

Such confidence, no problem there!

”Oh, so that implanted hypnosis thing before, did you handle that yourself?” Yu Minglang brings up past events best left unmentioned.

Qian, shamed and enraged, started chasing after him, ”You stop right there, don’t run!”

After buying what they needed and returning home, Hai Zhao had left.

Qian sent him a text, inviting him to the concert the next day, and Hai Zhao replied almost instantly.

No.