Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: You Are Young, I Am Already Old

Yu Minglang felt as if he had been hit by hundreds of tons of force.

”You, you’re not, aren’t you going to get married?”

”Not registering, just having a banquet, and now not getting married at all.”

Qian looked at him with a somewhat puzzled expression, ”What’s wrong—”

In an instant, she understood.

Oh, Yu just realized she’s still a student, is he regretting it?

She pulled out the bankbook from her pocket and handed it to him.

”You’re regretting it, right? Here you go!”

”I gave it to you, so keep it well, don’t say anything else.” After being hit emotionally, Yu Minglang was in distress, and his speech unintentionally carried some coldness, though it wasn’t directed at Qian.

It was directed at himself.

He almost made a mistake!

She looked at him coolly, ”I won’t thank you.” She reminded him that, even if you’ve done something for me, I won’t reciprocate!

”Take it!”

Yu Minglang stuffed the bankbook into her pocket and said no more. He remained silent all the way, while Qian assumed his reaction was from regret and embarrassment, so she too sulked and didn’t speak to him.

He drove all the way to Qian’s family’s laundry shop. When Qian was about to get off the car, he refused to unlock the door. Instead, he took out pen and paper and jotted down a series of numbers.

”This is the bankbook password; these are the phone numbers of me and my friend. If I’m busy and don’t pick up, and you have an urgent matter, call this number. You can just call him Mr. Zhao; he’s a good friend of mine. You can talk to him about anything.”

Qian noticed he was writing with his left hand.

The handwriting was incredibly bold and in regular script.

”Are you left-handed?”

”No, I can write with both hands; I write regular script with my left and running script with my right. I was afraid you wouldn’t understand.”

”...!” Looking down on me!

”Give me your address too.” Although he knew it was impossible to develop a romantic relationship with someone like Zhou Zhiruo, he still regarded her as a sister... a painful realization.

Qian picked up the pen and wrote down her school’s address in standard cursive.

This girl... Yu Minglang’s lips curled up slightly—so cute. Was this her response to his earlier doubt about her inability to read running script?

Moreover, it was even more interesting that she wrote it using two types of script. A psychologist is still a doctor, and most folks really can’t decipher a doctor’s handwriting.

He saw that the address was a prestigious university, the best school in the province. She must have excellent grades.

He himself was a top student and liked smart women.

However, this smart woman was still so young...

With a deep sorrow of ”when you were born, I was already aging,” Yu Minglang drove away. Even the car’s exhaust seemed to express his unending melancholy.

”Yu, you’re such a fool, I won’t appreciate or remember your kindness. Taking your money is for nothing!” Qian said like this, but her eyes, following the departing Cherokee, seemed to hold something more.

After leaving Qian, Yu Minglang took a turn, not heading home but directly to the appliance store in Q City, which was run by his childhood buddy Hai Zhao. He was the one Yu Minglang said Qian could contact if needed.

This capitalist, Hai Zhao, was commanding his staff to raise the prices of all the fans in the store.

”Rip off all the tags; raise the price by 20 dollars each. Remember, raise every half an hour, change the tags frequently, got it? Don’t persuade them to buy; create an atmosphere that they’ll miss out if they don’t buy immediately. Got it?”

Hai Zhao was shouting when he saw Yu Minglang come in. He walked over and gave Yu a light punch on the shoulder.

”What wind blew you in?”

Yu Minglang glanced at him and sneered.

”You’re a swindler.”

”Haha, isn’t it going to be hot these days? I just checked the fan inventory in our city, and our store has plenty, so the price must go up. After the hottest days, no one will buy... Come to my office to talk.”

The two had been playing together since wearing open-crotch pants, causing mischief countless times. As adults, their friendship hadn’t faded, although Yu Minglang often despised Hai Zhao as a super swindler.

Hai Zhao stared at Yu Minglang as if he’d seen a monster, foolishly waving his hand in front of Yu’s face, first to the left, then a circle on the right.

”Are you crazy?” Yu Minglang frowned.

”Impressive, my brother! Aren’t you a teetotaler? You used to cry at the sight of dead cats and dogs...”

”Get lost!”

”Did you go to the countryside and beat someone’s pig to death?”

”I’ll beat you to death!”

”Uh, so, is Auntie pushing you to find a blind date again?”

”When isn’t she pushing me to find a date?”

”Then that’s strange... Yu Minglang, are you having menopause early?”

Other than that, Hai Zhao couldn’t think of any vexation that would drive this blockhead Yu Minglang to drink away his worries; this was the teetotaler Yu Minglang.

”Get lost!” Yu Minglang couldn’t take it anymore and kicked him.

If he could sleep, would he still be so upset?

”Alright then, no matter what’s bothering you, brother, I’ll join you for a drink at my restaurant. But you’ll have to wait a bit for me to finish my work. Can’t you see there are so many fans to sell? Once sold, brother will treat you to a feast!”

Hai Zhao patted Yu Minglang and walked out.

Yu Minglang stood in Hai Zhao’s office, watching the bustling street outside.

So many people, so many women, but why do they all look like Zhou Zhiruo, everyone looking like her.