Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 1071: Chapter 1042: What Do You Mean by This?

Xiaoqiang returned to the workplace with peace of mind, and before he left, Qian saw him off.

Seeing that he was about to drive away, Qian looked at his profile and felt that Yu Minglang at this moment resembled his silent and reserved self from a previous life.

Suddenly, some things became clear.

In her past life, she thought it was a kind of dullness, which became one of the reasons she disliked him, leading to premarital jitters.

But now she suddenly understood that sometimes silence also means seeing through something without mentioning it, which is also an attitude of indulgence and pampering.

She believed Xiaoqiang must have another way of solving this matter, which could be more upright than her methods, given that he is an overly upright man.

Yet he chose to let her proceed, chose to tacitly approve of her methods, even to endorse them.

Isn’t this a form of love?

Why didn’t I understand in my previous life...

”Xiaoqiang.”

She called out to him.

Yu Minglang turned his head and looked at her, ”What’s up?”

”Did I go overboard this time?”

He laughed, reached out the car window, and softly stroked her face, ”Silly girl.”

Qian also laughed.

Not expressing opinion is a kind of attitude; understanding it now is not too late.

He often joked with her, saying irrelevant things; sometimes, he would suddenly say a nonsensical but humorous sentence when she acted harshly, seeming carefree but with a discerning mind, knowing everything without exposing it.

Qian recalled telling Chen Zilong that power is like a balance weight, understanding its weight and importance.

Yu Minglang is her ”power,” gauging her actions, preventing her from going overboard.

Imagining his handsome face as a balance weight, the more Qian thought about it, the more amused she became, laughing out loud.

Since Xiaoqiang, the embodiment of fair judgment, tacitly approved of her actions, she might as well roll up her sleeves and go for it!

...

When Feng Manman woke up, she sat on the bed, momentarily confused.

Looking out the window, dusk descended, the city was covered in deep blue, and the sky resembled diluted blue-black ink. It was already time for dinner, but her brain was slightly slow to react.

Sitting on the bed for a while, she finally recalled having an argument with the elderly housekeeper who cooked at noon, and coupled with the immense pressure lately, her grief spiraled out of control.

The young maid who cleaned the house seemed to comfort her greatly; Feng Manman remembered not saying anything outrageous, keeping secrets to herself, and merely talking to the rural maid about inconsequential matters, like her attitude towards her father and her relationship with Yv Zhaozhao—little did Feng Manman know, what she considered irrelevant talk was key for Qian to analyze her personality.

Feng Manman got out of bed, starting to look for the maid who chatted with her, but the room was empty, no sign of the maid. She walked to the door, wanting to ask the guard about the maid’s whereabouts and when dinner would be served.

Just reached the door when she suddenly heard crying from the doorway. Huh, why was the guard crying?

”Sob, sob, are you sure the chairman got that unspeakable disease? What do we do? My wife had...that, with the chairman, doesn’t that mean I’ll get it too? Oh no, I haven’t lived enough!”

Just one sentence revealed so much information.

Feng Manman stopped in her tracks, heart pounding as she listened to the conversation through the door.

”Bro, are you serious? My sister-in-law really had...with the chairman?!” Another guard sounded surprised.

The other voice carried a sobbing tone, ”Could I lie to you? Just look at the women in this house, you can guess that the chairman isn’t too picky about women, right? My wife worked at the sales office, and with such good looks, she caught the chairman’s eye.”

”Buddy, I sympathize with you. How’d you end up getting cheated on like this?”

”What’s more frightening is what I heard from the chairman’s secretary today. You’ll never guess—the chairman’s HIV test came back positive, oh, he’s positive, my wife won’t escape it either, then what about me—what on earth am I supposed to do!”

Crying rang out from outside, and Feng Manman staggered, feeling darkness envelop her vision.

HIV, isn’t that AIDS?

She’s overly familiar with this. A previous client of hers was a drug user, and suddenly stopped coming to the fitness center. She called to find out the person had contracted HIV. At that time, the entire fitness center was in chaos, everyone who had contact with the client rushed for medical tests. She learned a lot about HIV, knowing that it’s transmitted through sexual contact, blood, and mother-to-child.

If Yu Mingli had contracted it, then she—

Feng Manman staggered.

She thought she had found a shortcut to happiness, but had she dug herself a tunnel to hell?

Time passed unknowingly, the discussions outside quieted down, Feng Manman noticed nothing, maintaining her posture against the wall, desperate to run out for a test herself.

The door opened, Yu Mingli entered carrying a bag, looking slightly worn.

”Oh, Chairman!” Feng Manman jumped at seeing him.

”Manman, are you settling in?” Yu Mingli casually placed the bag on the table. Feng Manman subconsciously stepped back, distancing herself from him.

”I—I’m not quite used to it, those two outside won’t let me leave, I feel restricted,” Feng Manman wasn’t sure what she was saying. Her mind was a mess, desperate to run away, yet too scared to directly ask him about the disease.

These wealthy people can be ruthless—would he silence her out of embarrassment?

”Tomorrow I’ll have someone take you to get medication, and after you have it, they won’t guard you anymore. I need to go abroad for some business, you take care and rest well here.”

”What medication?” The words ”antibody” immediately crossed her mind, having heard that if a mother was HIV-positive, taking certain medications during pregnancy could reduce transmission chances.

”Don’t ask too many questions. You’ll get a check-up tomorrow.” He maintained an authoritative demeanor, then glanced at Feng Manman’s belly.

”Everything depends on your belly now. Once those test results are out, it’s just—”

He left half his words unsaid. Even though he hadn’t said much, Feng Manman immediately thought of many things.

Could it be his whole family is sick? Are those two kids in trouble too?

That’s why her belly is so crucial now?!

Yu Mingli didn’t say more, heading straight to the bathroom. While he was inside, Feng Manman trembled as she reached for the bag he’d left on the table.

It was easy to find a sheet of paper, and as the words unfolded, they plunged Feng Manman into darkness, weakly collapsing into a chair.

If the chairman really is sick, she certainly can’t escape it either, and she’s so young...

He stayed in the bathroom for a long time, calculating that everyone outside had roughly finished reading the paper before coming out, just as his phone rang at the right moment. He took a call and left.

Before leaving, he tossed a card to Feng Manman, lavishly saying use it freely and was gone.

Feng Manman now had no mood to cry. She not only had to worry about her health test tomorrow, but also wanted to say—

What’s the point of throwing someone a card without telling them the password?