Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 1194: Chapter 1166: The Greatness of Traditional Culture (1200+ Monthly Tickets Bonus)

”Qian, your reasoning is off. She wouldn’t be foolish enough to walk around with that smell all over her. Even though there are no drug-sniffing dogs here, someone as cautious as her wouldn’t leave any evidence.”

”Then why is Beauty so nervous about her scent?”

Yu Minglang’s gaze was deep, ”You’re now an external ally for my old unit, aren’t you?”

”Yeah, but I’m not getting paid.” This was a decision made last time when Qian asked someone to help Yu Minglang.

”Great, so telling you won’t be considered leaking secrets.”

Qian saw how serious he looked, realizing Yu Minglang was about to discuss something critical, she focused her attention too.

”Why did Beauty come to our house?” Yu Minglang asked.

”You’ve mentioned it before. Its trainer sacrificed right in front of it, which traumatized it, making it unfit for service—ah!” Qian realized something, covering her mouth in shock.

”Could it be that Mu Xiaofeng—”

No way?

If that’s the case, it’s too much of a coincidence!

”Although it’s too early to draw conclusions based merely on these clues, logically this situation makes sense. Beauty’s typical reaction to that scent should be to sit down, but what it smelled on you made it bark furiously. Darling, as your husband, I hope you’ll step away from this matter and avoid getting involved with this dangerous woman.”

Yu Minglang didn’t expect a small clue would lead to such major speculation.

However, until things become clear, this issue demands caution. This greatly differs from their previous assumptions - a drug addict compared to someone selling the stuff, who might even be the villain responsible for Beauty’s trainer’s death; it’s not on the same level.

Most of Yu Minglang and Qian’s conversations are open, except for when Qian intentionally hid things to avoid upsetting him. Their exchanges usually lay everything out in the open, which relates to their intelligence and level of trust.

”Xiaoqiang, from a husband’s perspective, you believe that, but what do you think from a work standpoint?”

Qian met his gaze squarely, and Yu Minglang sighed.

”Why do you have to be so smart?”

”In fact, our ancestors have already set an example for us. When reason and emotion clash, the best solution is—” Qian exchanged a look with him, then pulled out a coin from her pocket.

”Draw lots.”

”... Which ancestor was that talented?”

”Don’t worry about the details! Heads, I continue. Tails, I retreat.” Qian said and tossed the coin, both of their gazes fixed on the coin flying through the air.

By coincidence, given the trajectory Qian threw it, it should’ve landed on the bedsheet, but the coin spun in the air, bounced on the blanket, and then rolled into the gap between the bed and the wall, where he couldn’t reach.

Yu Minglang tried to bend over to see where it landed, but Qian pulled him back.

”Looks like it’s destined to be a Schrodinger’s coin, the heavens are letting me follow my heart.”

”Why do you always like doing risky things? Can’t you just be a stay-at-home expecting mother?” Yu Minglang felt helpless.

He understood perfectly what she meant; she was indirectly saying she wanted to move ahead.

”Our ancestors preserved life time and again through adventures. In primitive times, the young explored the unknown, while the senior tribe leaders held their ground. When the young gathered more resources through daring adventures, they’d replace the leaders and continue the cycle. So humans are naturally endowed with adventurous genes. If someone enjoys thrills, it means they’re still young. When a leader loses the desire to explore and discover, only wishing to hold territory, it proves they’re old.”

”Why do I feel like you’re getting younger as you live? When I first met you, you didn’t seem like this at all.” Yu Minglang refused to admit he’d been convinced by his wife’s words.

”That’s because back then, I didn’t have such a capable husband. When I was on my own, I could only do so much. Now that I have a husband who complements me, I know my power is greater, so why not do more? Bring you along! Heaven gave us such high intelligence, should we really spend our days guarding our small turf, living ordinary nine-to-five lives?”

Croak! Yu Minglang felt like the inner frog in his heart was filled more than enough after a bowl of old liquor his wife gave him, thoroughly refreshed~

She understood him too well, and was too good at winning him over. Her words even made Yu Minglang start having second thoughts.

He knew well enough, if Qian pulled out now, he’d never find another chance to get so close to Mu Xiaofeng again. Beauty’s trainer’s revenge might just be postponed forever; how could he be content?

”All decisions I make are after careful consideration, trusting both in my abilities and yours. The odds of us succeeding together are ninety percent; why not try?”

Yu Minglang scrutinized Qian for over a minute before making a conservative decision.

”I’ll devise a meticulous plan to ensure you’re completely safe, then proceed.”

The implication being, if he couldn’t come up with such a plan, she wouldn’t participate.

Qian had absolute confidence in his intelligence and planning skills, so she wasn’t worried; seeing Yu Minglang preparing to leave, she asked.

”Where are you going?”

”To make a cup of coffee outside.”

”Oh, these days must’ve been tough for you, separating from me while you can’t smoke or drink, can only have coffee to boost brainpower?”

”Mm... Yeah.”

”Then turn around, I have a better stimulant than coffee.”

... Much later, Yu Minglang lay staring at the ceiling, thinking the world was such a beautiful place, while Qian wiped her hands with a tissue, winking at him.

”Any insights? To inspire you, I went to great lengths!”

”Yes, I’m bursting with ideas now, and it reminds me of a saying.”

Qian posed ready to lend an ear, and watched as Yu Minglang, with a profound and distant expression, uttered.

”I recall how Jia Rui from Dream of the Red Chamber felt pained when he sought Wang Xifeng in vain, Cao Gong described it with such subtlety, not only making me marvel at the greatness of traditional culture but also that my wife is even greater!”

”...” So that’s what you’re pondering deeply over?