Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 975: Chapter 948: There’s Always Someone to Take Care of Her for Me

”Lishi... Given how special this case is, why don’t we ask the local Zhiming entrepreneur, Yu Minglang, to cooperate with our operation?” someone suggested.

The top leader sitting at the head of the table fell into thought. His impression of Minglang was still fresh—this young man was the most outstanding among the new generation of entrepreneurs, a rare talent.

Only someone like Yu Minglang could use sheer capability to overshadow such a prominent family background.

”It would be ideal if he can cooperate, but if I remember correctly, he’s on wedding leave right now, isn’t he?” the person beside the leader spoke up.

”That may be so, but this is happening on Lishi’s turf, and the other party’s target is very likely the Yu Family. Naturally, we need him to step forward.”

Aka turned around and drew a little cross in his heart.

No wonder the boss said Qian’s wedding was going to run into trouble—turns out he’d already predicted this.

”Everyone, although I’m just an external consultant and it’s not my place to make too many suggestions, based on the model analysis I ran on this criminal’s psychological trajectory, the time to arrest him happens to be staggered from Yu Minglang’s wedding. Why not delay the operation a bit?”

Qio Yu Xuan, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up. Aka turned around in surprise and stared at his boss.

Huh? Isn’t the boss the one who hates Yu Minglang the most? If Yu Minglang got dragged into this, the boss would probably set off fireworks to celebrate. How come he’s...?

”Mr. Qio, do you have grounds for this analysis?”

”The suspect is very likely to have a special personality. People like that are bold yet meticulous. If he dares come back to his birthplace, then he’s playing ’hiding right under the lamp.’ People like this don’t easily change locations, so we still have time. I’ll stake my professional reputation on it.”

As Qio Yu Xuan said this out loud, what he was actually thinking of was Qian—Qian, this is about all I can do to help you.

...

On the last night before the wedding, Xiaoqiang’s bachelor party was in full swing.

The enlarged private room was packed with his friends. All the childhood buddies who used to roam around causing trouble with him had come back from all over to celebrate the former ”king’s” last single night.

On the big LCD screen, a lively little tune was playing, and one of his childhood friends was yelling into the mic at the top of his lungs.

The song was actually pretty normal, even kind of inspirational, but for some reason, sung at this moment it suddenly sounded like something else.

”Be brave, be brave, my friend, even if there’s no rainbow tomorrow! Sunshine will always come after the storm, shining on that patch of sky in your heart!” The guy singing had his veins popping from the effort.

If they hadn’t grown up in the same courtyard since they were kids, if it were anyone else, Xiaoqiang would’ve slapped him already.

The man’s getting married tomorrow, and you’re here singing ’be brave, be brave’—the hell with your bravery!

He’s about to tie the knot with his Qian, what’s with the full-throttle screaming about bravery? Marriage for Xiaoqiang is the sweetest kind of anticipation, and this jerk is singing it like he’s marching into a dragon’s den!

When the song ended, an explosion of applause from the troublemakers followed. Amid whistles and cheers, the guy who sang it got even more hyped up.

”You all like it, huh? Come on then, I’ll give you another round, to celebrate our comrade Yu Laomao stepping into the grave of love—be brave, be brave, my friend!”

”Cut it out, change the song!” Yu Minglang protested.

”Alright then, we’ll change it. What should we switch to?” the childhood friend egged the crowd on.

”How about a ’Single Love Song’? Or ’Happy Breakup’?” someone offered a crappy suggestion.

”Do ’Hiroshima Love’—I heard this one’s ruthless, whoever sings it breaks up!”

They’d all been beaten up by Yu Laomao as kids. They’d been holding it in for years; if they didn’t get their revenge tonight, when else would they!

Everyone knew the Little Tyrant would be a married man tomorrow and wouldn’t throw a fit today. By international bachelor-party convention, the pre-wedding bash has to go wild, and the groom is absolutely not allowed to lose his temper. These guys were all plotting to settle old scores and air old grievances tonight!

Xiaoqiang accepted his fate—this was the karmic retribution for all his past sins.

He slapped the table, grabbed a beer bottle in one hand, and stood up. With a suave flick of his finger, the cap traced a graceful arc through the air.

”Isn’t the whole point that you want to see me drink? Fine, I’ll down a bottle, and you sing ’The Most Romantic Thing’ for me!”

He could tell that if he didn’t let these bastards drink to their hearts’ content tonight, they definitely wouldn’t let him off.

”Whoa, look at that—since when did our Little Tyrant learn to get all mushy? ’The Most Romantic Thing’? If you wanna request a song, you’d better show some sincerity! You think one bottle of beer is enough to send your bros away? At least ten!”

”Two bottles!”

”Eight!”

They finally settled on three bottles, with the condition that he had to chug them all in one go.

Yu Laomao didn’t become the king of the kids for nothing—not just because of his insane fighting skills and sky-high IQ. He was ahead of the pack in every way, especially when it came to alcohol tolerance.

Everyone knew this kind of thing was nothing to him. Watching Yu Laomao down three bottles in one breath had them whistling nonstop.

The night had only just begun; they refused to believe they couldn’t drink this guy under the table!

While the bachelor party continued in a blaze of chaos, the secret meeting on the other side was also drawing to a close.

”Since we’ve decided to bring Yu Minglang in, I’ll go coordinate with the relevant departments now.” The top leader made the final call.

On Yu Minglang’s turf, a major operation like this could never bypass him.

Qio Yu Xuan raised his hand.

”Don’t move yet. Our opponent is a suspect who’s committed a lot of crimes and is suspected to have a dangerous personality. So we must wait until tomorrow to inform him.”

The leader nodded. Having an authority like Mr. Qio willing to cooperate with their operation was an unexpected bonus.

Once they left the room, Aka couldn’t help asking Qio Yu Xuan, who was humming a little tune and clearly in a good mood.

”Boss, why exactly are you doing this? Aren’t you the one who hates Yu Minglang the most? How come you even helped him secure the chance to finish the ceremony?”

”I don’t like him. Other than having a decent face, what about him deserves Qian?”

”You don’t like him, yet you’re helping him finish the wedding?”

”Do you know how huadiao wine is made?”

”What?” I’m talking serious business with you and you suddenly start talking about winemaking?

”Let’s not even talk about the complicated brewing process. Just look at the years it spends buried under a tree. You go stomp on that spot from time to time. Every time you go, you carry a different kind of expectation—hoping that little child will grow up faster without even knowing it. When she gets married one day, you dig it out and make the man who ’stole’ her drink the wine you brewed with your own hands—what kind of feeling do you think that is?”

”What?” Aka’s face still clearly said, I have no idea what you’re talking about.

”It’s because I can’t stay by her side forever. One day I’ll have to leave. Someone has to take my place in loving her. For that, I’m willing to make concessions. All my expectations for her, all my protection, have to be buried underground like that wine. Will he treat her well? Will his feelings for her, because everything came too easily, slowly wear away in the dullness of daily life? How would he know that the woman he married so easily is a priceless treasure someone else has waited for so long—so long it hurts—that they still couldn’t have?”

...Still not understanding, boohoo. Boss, are you drunk or am I drunk? Why can’t I grasp a single sentence? Aka felt emotionally wrecked.

”Aka, you may be a bit slow, but as your teacher I’ll give you one line. It concerns your choice of spouse in the second half of your life, and whether you’ll be happy.”

”What line?” Finally, something he could understand!