Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 1111: Chapter 1083: Is Caring Too Much for Your Wife Also an Illness? (1700+ Monthly Tickets Update)

Apiao treated this as news and shared it with Yu Minglang, speaking casually but with intent. When Yu Minglang got home and opened a cabinet, he was shocked by Qian’s collection of short skirts. He always thought his wife looked great in them, walking down the street with tall boots, a short skirt, paired with a stylish mid-length coat. Wherever she stood, she was a bright landscape, quite pleasing to the eye.

But after hearing this story, Yu Minglang thought it would be better to keep the pleasing view at home; there was no need to freeze his own woman to please the eyes of others outside. So while Qian wasn’t paying attention, he waved his hand and destroyed all her short skirts and thin stockings, and personally asked his own mom to buy new winter clothes.

Qian had just done a spa with Shi Touyu, and when she got home, she found her wardrobe invaded. The chilly east wind had changed the world again, with midlife crisis-style down jackets occupying her closet.

Now she finally understood the reason, leaving her amused.

”Are you silly? She got sick from the cold; does that mean I will too? Isn’t this a classic case of being overly cautious? Besides, those supposedly thin socks of mine are actually self-warming, not as cold as they look.”

She always had transportation, so how could she get cold?

”Miejue probably saw others wearing thin clothes without coordinating properly and got frozen—wait a minute, could it be—” Qian suddenly remembered, when she went to a seminar, she seemed to have worn thermal tights, a short skirt, and tall boots, garnering quite a bit of attention. Was Miejue copying her?

Thinking this way, it turns out she’s the culprit for that person’s illness. Qian secretly stuck out her tongue, perhaps it’s a case of Dong Shi imitating a beauty.

Of course, she wouldn’t say this in front of Yu Minglang.

”In any case, I can’t control other women acting recklessly, but you must be well and healthy, understand?” Yu Minglang insisted on this matter, thinking of a dream he had that still made his heart uneasy.

”Wife, you don’t know, I once had a dream where you got into trouble, and I watched helplessly, unable to help you. That feeling was too painful.”

Qian’s heart moved, she was a bit surprised, how could he have such a dream?

In their past life, they parted ways in that kind of despairing manner, with him holding her as she attempted suicide, crying.

”What did you dream?”

”Dreamed that I couldn’t protect you... forget it, it was just a dream.”

Yu Minglang didn’t want to recall it; the dream troubled him so much that upon waking, he paid extra attention to Qian, caring for her more than usual.

Hearing that he dreamed of something not related to their past life relieved Qian, yet left her amused.

”So, are you telling me you’re overly anxious because of a baseless dream? I wondered why you were acting so strange lately—not only do you fear me getting cold from clothing, but even when I drink water, you keep an eye on me!”

The other night, she felt thirsty while half-asleep and got up to the kitchen to get water without turning on the lights. Just as she was drinking in the dark, a sudden voice said, drinking cold water causes stomach pain, which scared her enough to choke.

It was this silly guy’s doing!

Qian angrily kicked him to sleep in the living room, telling him to sleep with his beauty. But later in the night, he sneakily returned, claiming he feared she’d kick off her covers and get cold legs while sleeping, and persistently argued, saying cold legs could lead to chronic leg pain in old age, almost driving Qian crazy.

She’s thinking of testing whether this guy is entering menopause; it turns out his anxiousness about her is all because of an unfounded dream!

”Anyway, it’s best to be careful in all things. I won’t let anything hurt you in my presence, not even for a moment.” Even days after the dream, Yu Minglang remained trapped in its haunting memory, seeing her helplessly cry to him.

”Come on, big guy! This behavior is practically a psychological disorder; we call this hypochondriasis in our professional terms!”

”What?!” Caring for his wife has turned him into a nutcase?

Lang expressed that he couldn’t tolerate this!

”Let me give you some knowledge, what is hypochondriasis—it’s known by that name, but its scientific name is hypochondriacal neurosis. Every year, I receive many patients like this, always fearing they have various chronic diseases. For example, they read online about symptoms of throat cancer and immediately think their pharyngitis is cancer, even if medical check-ups show nothing, they don’t believe the doctors. You see how you’re behaving now; go any further, and it’ll become hypochondriasis, haha!”

Qian loved using her professional knowledge to tease him, while Xiaoqiang found himself bemused listening to her seriously joke around.

”What I’m talking about is completely different! I’m just worried about you.”

”This is you availing hypochondriasis in a different form!”

Qian was only joking with him; she knew Xiaoqiang’s psychology was absolutely healthy. His mental fortitude was even more impressive than Mr. Yu’s, the pilot—no problem understanding that as being carefree.

”But, I remembered something.” Qian teased him enough, and suddenly said.

”What is it?”

”I was thinking, with your impressive mental fortitude, if you truly did get a psychological shadow, I don’t think I’d be able to help you.”

She merely voiced a thought in passing, causing Xiaoqiang to twitch at the corner of his mouth.

”Are you not hoping for the best for me? How can you be a wife, using your husband as a guinea pig for examples, feeling uneasy without poking fun at me every day?”

Qian blinked, realizing it might be true. Why did she enjoy teasing him so much!

Perhaps because Xiaoqiang was too adorable, always silly and childlike.

”Hubby, I find it quite curious.” She sized him up, and Yu Minglang already had the car parked in front of their apartment entrance.

”Curious about what?”

”I once dreamt you were expressionless and very serious, hardly saying a word every day, even remaining silent and composed with me.” But she wasn’t talking about a dream; it was their past life.

Yu Minglang slammed the brakes, startling the guard; this was the boss’s car; why was he braking so abruptly, so far away?

”Wife, let me ask honestly, are you-” Yu Minglang’s face was rigid, squeezing words between his teeth, ”are you in love with my brother?!”

Bang!

Qian’s head helplessly rested on the glass, ”Are you kidding me!”

Why would she be in love with Mr. Yu! This would be a horrifying story of terror!

”If you’re not in love with my brother, why would you dream about him?”

”I dreamt of you, it’s you!” She was definitely not mistaking her own husband.

”But it’s my face with my brother’s personality! You should consider, expressionless, hardly speaking every day—doesn’t that sound like my brother?!”