Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 337: Chapter 311: Facing the Salamander

”Lone Wolf was exceptionally skilled, but... his end was quite tragic. His will specified that half of the insurance money would go to his fiancée, just like mine. That’s why when Zeng Rong saw it, he was reminded of the past. Additionally, the love letters you wrote to me, Qian, didn’t convey enough sincerity—Mei, I have to criticize you for this. Every time I told you to say a few more words when we chat or to write me a proper letter, you wouldn’t. You only gave me those perfunctory lines; anyone could tell they lacked genuine emotion!”

Qian rolled her eyes, ”Do you think I’m the kind of woman who spouts sweet words? You’re lucky I even bothered to write them.”

Qian was a woman of action, speaking little but doing much. She rarely clung to Yu Minglang, but the gifts she gave him were always the most expensive. The affection she showed him was never fake, something that hadn’t changed from their past lives to the present.

”If you had listened to me earlier, he wouldn’t have been so obstinate. I asked you to write eight letters a month, and you barely managed one or two, totaling not even a few hundred words...”

Yu Minglang had harbored a grudge about this for a long time, and now he finally had the chance to voice it.

”Is this really the time to discuss my letter writing? What’s the main issue here?” Qian redirected the conversation back to the important topic.

”The main issue is that because you didn’t write enough, he misunderstood. You better handle it. When you go back, make sure to address this letter-writing problem. Take it seriously to prevent this kind of thing from happening again. In the future, write more sweet things. As for this troublesome man, handle him however you see fit. If talking to him doesn’t relieve your anger, let me know, and I’ll deal with him.”

Qian understood what Yu Minglang meant. He believed that no other solution would work on Zeng Rong, and the best way to get back at him was to make him realize he was completely wrong.

A man like Zeng Rong would likely stew over this for a long time, which would be far more satisfying than revenge. Besides, it would help resolve an emotional knot for both Qian and Zeng Rong. Yu Minglang thought it through quite well. It seemed like he was dealing with an old friend but also preventing any rash actions on the salamander’s part, ensuring that this situation wouldn’t happen again. Yu Minglang also considered Qian’s feelings.

When it came to handling the hostage situation, Qian didn’t act arbitrarily. Yu Minglang also didn’t deal with the matters involving leaks to Qian on his own; they discussed it together.

As a couple, they should discuss everything together rather than making independent decisions, aiming to work together rather than letting others take advantage of any discord between them. In a family, unity is strength.

It was only after taking a few steps that Qian suddenly realized something.

”Xiaoqiang, what did you just say, a will? You included me in your will?”

”Uh... yes. Actually, it’s nothing to worry about; it’s just a precaution.”

Yu Minglang thought to himself that Qian’s delayed reaction was truly remarkable. She was only now realizing it.

Because at one point, Qian had broken up with him over this, Yu Minglang was exceptionally cautious, valuing his life greatly.

Now, hearing her ask about the will, his hair stood on end, fearing she would fret over it and desperately trying to change the topic.

But Qian’s reaction was even more composed than he had imagined.

”It’s alright. You’ve reminded me. When my studio opens, I’ll also draft a will and include you.”

Yu Minglang carefully observed Qian’s expression. He couldn’t tell whether she was serious or secretly angry, feeling uneasy as he stayed by her side. Only when he saw no change in her did he finally relax.

Qian was serious. She now regretted not making a will in her past life.

When she avenged herself, she ended her own life. If she had made a will, all her money could have been left to Yu Minglang. In her past life, her mother was gone, her daughter was gone, and her enormous wealth, worth billions, probably all went to her prodigal brother.

”When we get back, I’m going to give Chen Zilong a hundred unsolvable problems and make him fetch water and chop wood.”

Qian muttered.

”What did Dalong do to annoy you?” Yu Minglang didn’t understand why Qian’s train of thought had suddenly shifted to Chen Zilong.

”Nothing, he owes me—and I owe you.”

Qian looked at Yu Minglang, silently thinking to herself.

Inexorably linked, the salamander, her uncle, Yu Minglang, the deceased Lone Wolf, Lone Wolf’s fiancée—they all had causes and effects rooted in the past they had to bear. Everyone’s actions were connected to their past experiences.

There’s always a part of pitiable people that is detestable, and a part of those despicable that can be pitiable. The way Qian viewed the world now was somewhat different from when she first came back.

”Xiaoqiang.”

”Hmm?”

”You, a long, long time ago, shaped my current personality. That’s your cause, and now that I’m with you, that’s your effect.”

”...Mei, are you trying to use your way of brainwashing bad guys on me? Speak in a way I can understand!” Yu Minglang was puzzled.

Qian squinted her eyes, slipping her hand into his.

If she couldn’t leave her money to the Yu Minglang of the past life, she’d offer herself to him in this life.

Who told him to say he’d beat up anyone who bullied her? Having spoiled the girl boss himself, he’d have to pamper her for a lifetime.

Yu Minglang took Qian to the cemetery, where Zeng Rong was standing with his luggage in front of a gravestone engraved with Liu Shuang’s name, solemnly placing white chrysanthemums.

He was about to leave, and before leaving, he wanted to lay flowers for an old friend.

His silhouette seemed excessively burdensome.

”Old friend, I’m leaving here too. My health is failing, and my family is urging me to hurry back and help. Once I leave, who knows when I’ll visit you again.”

A pair of pale hands placed another bouquet of white chrysanthemums nearby. Zeng Rong turned to see Qian with her hands respectfully clasped together.

”It’s you?”

Zeng Rong looked up, and Yu Minglang stood at the cemetery entrance.

”Yes, he’s the son of my mentor, so I felt it was necessary to come on behalf of my teacher.”

Qian glanced at the names on the gravestone: father, Liu Zihan; mother, Liu Linlin.

Seeing the surprise in Zeng Rong’s eyes, Qian began to explain.

”Mr. Liu is a psychology professor at our school. I’m a current student.”

Because of this connection, Zeng Rong’s attitude changed slightly, although he remained standing stiffly, with his lips tightly pressed, unwilling to speak.

”In front of the grave of a friend you respected, you’re reluctant to admit what you did to me and Yu Minglang because, deep down, you already know you were wrong,” Qian stated firmly.

Yu Minglang must have realized this, which is why he thought of this approach.

”So, you want me to apologize, to feel guilty about what I’ve done?”

”No, I want to talk with you about me.”

”You?”

”Yes, about me. I don’t know how Yu Minglang described me to you, but in truth, I have been a really bad woman.”

Zeng Rong looked at Qian in confusion.