Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 270: Chapter 258: Maturing for You

”These past few months, we’ve been doing great, but you deny everything just because I got a little hurt? You choke while eating, does that mean you’ll quit eating for good?”

”Were you hurt these past months? We’re unwilling to be mediocre, you have your ideals, I have my wishes. We can’t let feelings become obstacles to achieving our dreams.” She’s precisely his stumbling block.

If I hadn’t liked him so earnestly, if he weren’t so wonderful, it would all be so much easier.

”Damn injury! Wicked big deal, the biggest thing for me is you!” Yu Minglang cursed under his breath, looking disgustedly at his bandaged arm.

He thought this would earn him some more time with her, but as soon as he returned, it only stirred Mei into wanting a breakup.

”Don’t do anything impulsive, because that would make me see you as immature. Yu Minglang, your future is sure to be wonderful. Without me, you’ll still be the brightest star. We’re... done here.”

She would always remember how good he was to her.

Now her family doesn’t lack money due to relocation and won’t be troubled by tuition fees, but she’ll never forget how Yu Minglang reached out to help her at her hardest times.

Back then, it wasn’t even because of love; he simply wanted to help her.

The way he made her bed, the canned food he handed her, the way he seized every moment to see her, everything about him, she would remember.

Her circumstances could allow her to receive care from most men. If she wanted, a lot of outstanding men would relentlessly be good to her. Perhaps other men wouldn’t be odd like him, wouldn’t use a slingshot to shatter her windows, wouldn’t cause her to fall into muddy pits.

Yet no matter how great the men are, they can’t replace the mark he left in her heart.

The separation isn’t because of lack of fondness; it’s precisely because she liked him too much.

Qian’s hand was already touching the door handle when his muffled voice sounded behind her.

”Honestly, can everything be returned to me?”

”Yes.”

”Then give me back my Mei, let’s go watch a night show.”

After that, there’s nothing else I ask for.

”Yu Minglang, you should learn to be more mature.”

Qian’s heart was gripped tightly; she almost fled from the house, and as the door closed, tears seeped down.

Sorry, Xiaoqiang, that’s the one thing I can’t give you.

Inside, Yu Minglang stood.

The air still held her lingering fragrance, the bracelet he gave her remained on the coffee table, along with that white phone.

He stood there for a long, long time.

Staring at the items she left behind, according to his temper, he would have smashed them all.

Then he’d drag back the woman who ignited the flames and ran, chain her up, and never let her leave. Or he’d simply apply for a job transfer, and if she disagreed, he’d lock her up until she agreed, using every possible means, good or bad, honorable or despicable, as long as she stayed, as long as she took back that damned decision, he’d do whatever it took.

Yet, her voice kept echoing in his ears.

Yu Minglang, you should learn to be more mature.

Yes, he wasn’t mature enough, not enough to give her a sense of security, leading her to fear and evade.

”You want to break up, but it has to be with my consent unless I’m dead. Otherwise, I absolutely won’t agree!”

Yu Minglang grabbed Qian’s phone and flipped through it; the call history had been deleted.

But Yu Minglang’s intelligence was still intact.

He dialed a classmate’s number, ”Old buddy, check my girlfriend’s call logs for me, yeah, the number is...”

He had to find out who was gossiping with his Mei! Mei asked if it was because of her injury as soon as they met. No one babbled to her; how would she think that way!

She wants a mature man, so he would show maturity.

Chen Xiaomei, just wait for me!

Qian left his house, feeling like her chest was stuffed with cotton. She barely walked out of the residential compound and stood at the road crossing trying to hail a cab, feeling more uneasy than during a compulsive episode.

She leaned against a streetlamp, trying to soothe the emotions threatening to collapse.

A flashy Mercedes stopped, Zheng Xu rolled down the window.

”Hello, gorgeous doctor, I need psychological aid!”

”In the state I’m in, do you think I can counsel you?” Qian, seeing it was him, said self-mockingly.

Her reddened eyes, pale face, and visibly hurt expression made Zheng Xu squint, glancing at the residential compound behind her. Had she quarreled with Mr. Yu?

”Don’t want to treat me; would you let me treat you then? Have a drink to ease whatever’s troubling you.”

The bars usually open in the afternoon, but if Mr. Zheng wanted to have fun, there was always a way.

Half an hour later, Qian and Zheng Xu slipped into a bar in the city that hadn’t opened yet. As the security gate closed, Zheng Xu gave a signal, and the owner discreetly retreated.

Now, only Qian and Zheng Xu remained.

”Here, drink a bit.”

Zheng Xu went behind the bar, opened a can of milk for Qian, and cracked a beer for himself.

”Offering this to me?” Qian shook the cup.

”You’ve got stuff on your mind; I won’t take advantage. If you get drunk, what if I get accused of harassment?”

Zheng Xu said half-jokingly.

Qian grabbed his bottle of beer, filled her cup, and moved the milk in front of him.

”If you want me to lose control after drinking, you’d better have what it takes to handle that.” The man who could make her think of schemes was probably furious with her now.

Yet Qian felt she might feel guilty over this forever, as if the call still lingered in her ears.

She almost caused Yu Minglang’s death, it was a fact. That call detailed Yu Minglang’s injury and its cause.

It’s goddamn ironic. In her past life, he was her great benefactor; this lifetime, he gave her everything, yet she almost got him killed. That’s how she ”repaid” him! She’s practically inhuman!

”Can you treat friends as tenderly as your man? Quit stabbing the heart of someone who’s already lost in love.”

”You’ve been wooing another starlet?”

Zheng Xu shook his head.

”No, this time it was a decent housewife. I wanted to keep it serious recently, seriously dated a college teacher. My old man got happy and rewarded me with a Qing dynasty bowl he’d never give me before, saying he found me annoying.”

”Oh, congrats, so you came to boast about your romantic success to me?”

”No... We dated for a few days, it wasn’t right, so we split. The old man got angry and took the bowl back, also seized the Yuan dynasty vase I had hidden away.”

This truly is a pitiful story.

Any other day, Qian would have laughed heartily at Zheng Xu’s misfortune, but now, having just dumped the ”good husband” herself, she felt a bit of shared misery with Zheng Xu.

Raising her cup to clink with his, ”We’re both wandering souls here, let’s both mourn.”

”There’s something behind those words. Did you suddenly realize something and kick your Husky to the curb?”