Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 400: Chapter 374: Stirring Up Trouble

Just as Chen Zilong was feeling thoroughly defeated by his academically gifted sister, the doorbell rang, and he eagerly escaped the double-team of his sister and mother to answer the door.

”Oh my! Lang is here! Quick, Lang, you have to deal with your wife, she’s getting out of hand and bullying me.”

Chen Zilong now saw Yu Minglang as a part of the family.

”Where’s your sister?” Yu Minglang had driven all the way in a rush, unsure if he had broken traffic rules. He was feeling inexplicably tense and filled with a fierce anticipation, a feeling so intense it was almost sacred.

When Qian flirts, it was not just a simple tease; it was astonishing!

The teasing had set Yu Minglang’s heart ablaze, unable to contain his emotions, driving all the way here.

Chen Zilong’s keen intuition told him that not just his sister was acting strange, but Lang was too!

If this were a comic strip, Yu Minglang would have little flames drawn all over him, burning all the way here, emitting such a fierce heat that it would make Chen Zilong, more of a mere cat rather than a tiger, visibly shiver.

Qian’s gaze met Yu Minglang’s, and instantly there was a tension in the air. In his eyes’ intense passion, she immediately read the sweet little codes that only the two of them could understand.

Yu Xiaoqiang must have seen her message!

Qian’s face turned crimson instantly. Although she had anticipated various scenarios when writing it and hoped he would discover it, now that he actually did, she felt a hint of unspeakable shyness fluttering within.

Jia Xiufang saw the two locked in each other’s gaze, their eyes seemed glued, unable to move. Although Yu Minglang hadn’t done anything to Qian, that look made Jia Xiufang feel embarrassed.

What are these two kids doing? Can you consider the feelings of onlookers?

”Auntie, I want to take Qian out for a bit of fun. We’ll come back later; if it’s too late, we might not return tonight.”

Qian couldn’t shake the feeling that Yu Minglang’s voice was lower and more magnetic than usual.

Her face blushed even deeper.

”I’m going to put on a coat.” Qian quickly went into her bedroom, locked the door, opened the wardrobe, took out something from a bag at the bottom, and laid it on the bed, quickly taking off her outerwear.

It was bought according to his tacky taste; Xiaoqiang should like it.

On the little bed lay a set of bright red lingerie, accompanied by matching bottoms, with rhinestones gleaming under the light.

The tacky Xiaoqiang, the one who likes red, surely about to indulge, should like it a lot...

Xiaoqiang more than liked it; he was burning with desire. This little flame of his burned invisibly throughout, enough to make Chen Zilong afraid to get too close to him, feeling like something was up between Lang and his sister.

Chen Zilong kept his distance, crouching by the wall with a stolen piece of fried chicken.

Qian changed quickly, and when she came out again, she was dressed snugly, a red down jacket paired with tight pants, making it hard for Yu Minglang to take his eyes off her.

Chen Zilong spat out the chicken bone from his mouth, casually quipping.

”Sis, why are you all dressed up like a bride at night...?”

The playboy’s inadvertent revelation sparked different reactions from those involved—Yu Minglang raised his eyebrows, teasingly looking at Qian. Yeah, if Dalong hadn’t pointed it out, he wouldn’t have noticed.

His Qian is so adorable, dressed like this also carries a festive meaning. Tonight, with mutual affection and love, a splash of red to adorn the mood is simply perfect.

Qian had thought that her subtle outfit choice was something only Yu Minglang could understand, but it ended up being comprehended by her playboy brother instead.

Irritated and embarrassed, Qian shot Chen Zilong a look filled with murder while he munched on his chicken.

”All you know is how to eat, you—”

Chen Zilong surrendered, raising his hands in defeat.

”Sis, I give up. I haven’t finished my homework. I’ll do it after I finish eating, okay?”

”Minglang, stay for dinner; I’ve just made some fried chicken,” Jia Xiufang warmly insisted.

”No thanks, tonight I’m having...something better.”

Qian, while leaning on the shoe cabinet to put on shoes, heard him say that and twisted her ankle. In response, she pinched him hard on the back waist—is there no shame!

Yu Minglang blinked. He was serious.

What could possibly taste better than his dear Qian?

Taking the future wife to ”drive out and watch the maple leaves at dusk”~

Once Qian and Yu Minglang stepped out, Chen Zilong was still puzzled.

”What’s better than Mom’s fried chicken?” he asked Jia Xiufang, sucking up to her. ”Mom, your fried chicken is unbeatable, second only to your fried pork!”

Jia Xiufang proudly lifted her head, ”Of course, those two have yet to appreciate staying for dinner—you better save some for your sister, let her try some when she gets back.”

”Didn’t you hear Lang say? They might not come back tonight—Mom, where could they be headed so late at night, not coming back, aren’t they cold?”

At his age, Chen Zilong didn’t have more complicated thoughts; what he understood by staying out all night meant surfing the internet, watching movies, or playing games till dawn.

Jia Xiufang paused, stuffed a piece of fried chicken into Chen Zilong’s mouth, ”Eat your food, and stop rambling—have you finished your homework?”

”!!! Why am I always getting into trouble!”

When they got down to the lobby, Qian confronted Yu Minglang.

”Could you be any more shameless?”

Right in front of her family, blatantly hinting they wouldn’t come back tonight! Is he trying to shoot to the sky?

She felt for him, not wanting him to hold back forever, but couldn’t he just refrain from shamelessly blurting nonsense in front of her mom like that!

Yu Minglang flashed a toothy grin, ”Just wait, I can be even more shameless.”

The unofficial acknowledgment, already considered as engaged, filled Yu Minglang with unstoppable joy.

Qian’s face grew hot, quickening her pace ahead of him. Though she initiated it, now she felt utterly embarrassed.

Yu Minglang wouldn’t let her escape, holding onto her small hand, her attempt to pull away turned futile as he grasped her even tighter.

Start something and you want to run?

He pulled her into his embrace, providing a moving cushion with his body.

Even he felt he was overreacting, swinging too extremely, even Mei couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take anything for granted; he had to perform well, gather his energy, and not slack off.

The thin layer of metaphorical paper between them remained intact; both understanding the depth, stopping at just the right point. The atmosphere, like soft feathers flying in spring, gently tickled the heart, leaving them agitatedly serene; the thin veil of paper preventing the unleashing of sweetness that even ignited the cold weather.

He mischievously whispered in her ear, ”I won’t let you, little beauty, get away.”

She glanced at him sideways, ”Who is letting whom go, that’s not certain.”

Yu Minglang’s grip tightened, his gaze deepening all the more.