Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 586: Chapter 560: Early Arrival and Treatment

Qian had no idea what happened at that restaurant after she and Yu Minglang left. She felt that the owner was inexplicably strange. Today, Yu Minglang was driving with her in the passenger seat. Qian opened the bag and unwrapped the exquisite wine packaging, only to be shocked by the contents inside.

”Stop the car!”

”What’s wrong, Qian?”

Yu Minglang pulled the car over to the side of the road and watched as Qian took an extraordinarily beautiful wine bottle out of the box.

Qian carefully opened the wine bottle, dipped her finger in the wine, and frowned.

The moment the wine bottle was opened, a fragrance filled the air that even Yu Minglang could smell.

”Is there something wrong with the wine?”

”Rich and fragrant, mellow in taste, this wine is at least ten years old.”

Yu Minglang knew a bit about such things, ”Isn’t Daughter’s Red more valuable the longer it’s aged? The one we just ordered couldn’t have even been aged for three years, so why is this owner so generous? This wine must be worth at least a hundred, right?”

Daughter’s Red isn’t a particularly expensive wine, with ten years of aging worth about a hundred or so, but they hadn’t spent much on their meal, so why was the owner so generous?

”The wine isn’t the focal point, take a look at this bottle.”

Yu Minglang glanced briefly at it. His uncle Qi Yue dealt in jade and had some dealings with antiques, and he was quite close to his uncle, so he could recognize a bit about such things.

”A high-quality imitation of a Famille Rose Bottle?”

Yu Minglang recalled seeing a similar one in the home of an elder – a Qing Dynasty Famille Rose Bottle, and a small one at that, truly valuable, with its decorations more exquisite and covered with many floral and bird patterns, undeniably expensive.

Cold sweat ran down Qian’s back; she had had an identical bottle in her past life.

She still hadn’t figured out how that bottle had come about before she was reincarnated, and why had this bottle reappeared?

She raised the bottle and, sure enough, saw the same inscription on the bottom as in her previous life: Made in the Qing Dynasty under the reign of Emperor Qianlong, with a three-line six-character seal script inscription, identical to her past life’s.

”Turn around, let’s go back!” Right now, Qian wanted to see the owner of the tavern to understand what was going on.

Yu Minglang did not understand why Qian was so shocked, but followed her request and drove back. However, the restaurant’s security door had already been pulled down.

An uneasy feeling rose in Qian’s heart as Yu Minglang asked.

”Qian, what’s wrong?”

”There’s something wrong with the owner, this bottle is real, not a high-quality imitation.”

”Giving away antiques casually to someone to play with?”

Yu Minglang also found it strange, as the owner didn’t act like a normal person when they were eating dinner.

”I don’t know... We can’t keep this, we’ll return it to him tomorrow morning.”

Not only did Qian find the situation suspicious, but Yu Minglang also felt something was off.

Normally, giving customers who only spent a few tens of dollars such an expensive bottle of wine is already abnormal, and the container used for the wine turned out to be an antique!

Did the owner unknowingly give away a genuine antique, or was there another hidden reason?

On the way back, Qian fidgeted with the bottle, while her mind wandered back to past events in her previous life.

In her past life, she received this bottle about a week before Xiaowei had an accident, and it had inexplicably been delivered to her home along with a note.

In another world, I’m waiting for you.

Qian initially thought it was a prank, so she had the bottle appraised, and unbelievably, it was a Qing Dynasty antique!

She hadn’t yet figured out who sent the bottle when her daughter had an accident.

As this bottle appeared years earlier than in her past life, Qian suddenly felt an uneasy feeling, even though the eerie note from her past life wasn’t there, she still felt extremely anxious.

In her past life, she was preoccupied with grieving her daughter’s loss and didn’t notice the suspicious aspects of the bottle; thinking about it now, that note was ominously inappropriate.

Why did this bottle appear many years earlier now?

Qian felt a bit short of breath, her chest was tight, and she felt her obsessive-compulsive disorder was about to flare up.

Yu Minglang didn’t know Qian was thinking about events from her past life, but he could tell she was uncomfortable at the moment.

Today’s events had been overwhelming.

First, the radio station received nuisance calls, then Da Guang mentioned a notorious killer had appeared in the city, and while having a midnight snack, they encountered a bizarre restaurant owner who gifted a famously valuable bottle.

”Xiaoqiang, drive faster.” Qian closed her eyes, trying hard to regulate her breathing and suppress her impending symptoms.

”Want to wash your hands?”

Yu Minglang from her abnormal reaction perceived she might be on the verge of an obsessive-compulsive disorder episode.

”Mm...”

There was still some distance to their home; the radio station was very close to Qian’s home, and they had unnecessarily detoured for a midnight snack, still far from home.

It was already past one in the morning, the streets were quiet, and a park was not far up ahead, making the summer night extremely secluded.

Yu Minglang turned the wheel, smoothly maneuvering the car in a circle on the empty road, and drove straight to the back corner of the park.

There were no streetlights, and it was pitch black; the sound of cicadas penetrated through the car window in the summer night.

Being here felt as if it were a different world—no people, no cars, nothing.

Qian didn’t understand why he had brought her here.

”Xiaoqiang, why did you bring me here instead of taking me home?”

Qian didn’t understand Yu Minglang’s reasoning. The glow from the car’s headlights illuminated Yu Minglang’s face subtly.

”Qian, I always believe in one thing.”

”What?” The obsessive-compulsive is about to flare up, and you’re not hurrying to find some water—you’re just spouting some philosophy?

”We are our own masters, and we cannot let our illnesses control us.”

”Bullshit! That’s the logic, but can I control it?”

Due to her discomfort, Qian responded with a hint of irritability.

Many have misconceptions about psychological disorders, thinking that only people with weak self-control have mental problems.

But that’s nonsense.

It has nothing to do with self-control, personal qualities, or being overly sensitive.

”You can’t control it, but I can control it.”

”You?” Qian couldn’t decipher what Yu Minglang was hinting at.

Only seeing that Yu Minglang had parked the car, turned off the lights, casting the interior into darkness, Qian hadn’t yet reacted when she felt his warm body approaching, and he manipulated the seat nearby, reclined the passenger seat flat.

”Yu Xiaoqiang! What are you doing?!”

Suddenly, any thought of obsessive-compulsive disorder vanished, replaced by an indignant protest.

”Are you insane!!!”

Qian was furious, forgetting all about her obsessive-compulsive symptoms.