Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 1080: Chapter 1052: The Truth Gradually Surfaces

Big Brother and Qian were not going to let Wang Xiaohong off easily this time.

The reason Qian said all that was to remind Second Brother to watch his attitude and pick his side.

Second Brother glanced toward Panpan’s ward, took out his phone and directly switched it off.

When it came to Wang Xiaohong’s brother, his old friend, he had already gone above and beyond; from now on he would have no more ties with the Wang Family, and whatever Big Brother did to deal with the Wang Family had nothing to do with him.

Right now he just wanted to take good care of his wife and son, nothing more.

Now that things had developed to this point, Qian didn’t plan on getting involved anymore.

What she could foresee was that Big Brother would never let the Wang Family off the hook; they’d probably get beaten half to death, and that Feng Manman—daring to do all that—had better be mentally prepared for retaliation.

Thinking of how Wang Xiaohong had shouted at Da Yi, accusing Da Yi of being a mistress, Qian felt a sharp irony in her heart.

Mistress, third party—this word was very common in her line of work.

Among the people who came to her for help with marriage and relationship problems, at least over sixty percent would end up consulting about this issue.

Why do mistresses exist, why do some people treat destroying other people’s families as something they can do with a clear conscience.

In Qian’s view, when a person’s greed outweighs the constraints of morality, then destroying someone else’s family becomes ”only natural.”

Da Yi certainly wasn’t Second Brother’s third party, but for someone like Wang Xiaohong, this had already become an obsession.

Some people stubbornly refuse to face their own failures, always pushing the blame onto others; such people, in the process of resenting others, lose their own chances at happiness.

Qian gave Yu Minglang a call.

”When are you coming home?” he asked the moment he picked up—after just a few days apart he already missed her.

Qian had originally wanted to tell him she was already in Lishi and he’d be able to see her tonight.

But when the words reached her lips, she suddenly felt mischievous.

”You’ll have to wait two more days.”

”I’m serious here, you know. Your man is so incredibly charming that wherever I go there are little girls screaming at me. If you don’t hurry back to defend your territory, and such an outstanding man like me gets hooked away by some other female, are you going to cry all the way along the Great Wall?”

Listening to that rascally voice on the other end, Qian snorted.

”Which female has such a death wish she dares snatch my stuff?”

When it came to wrecking other people’s families, Qian’s principle was: crush the mistress and kick the scumbag out, no room for negotiation.

In all the cases of betrayal of the family, there was a pattern: the more financially and personally independent the woman, the less tolerant she was of a man who betrayed the family, and the higher the divorce rate.

Because she had too many options to choose from. On the contrary, financially and personally dependent women tended to look for all sorts of reasons and excuses to force themselves to endure, because with poor independence they couldn’t adapt to life outside and could only numb themselves with feelings.

”How can there not be? There’s a great beauty sitting right next to me, you believe that?” Yu Minglang said with a teasing smile.

”Cut it out.” Qian absolutely didn’t believe her Xiaoqiang would betray the family.

Even Qian’s mom knew that men all over the world couldn’t learn to behave, except Yu Minglang; ironically, it was Qian, who was so experienced and worldly, that made people more uneasy.

She had been about to hang up, but then Qian noticed that it sounded a bit noisy on his side, not like he was at work.

”Are you outside?”

”Uh...” Yu Minglang hesitated for a moment, then answered vaguely.

”I’m at the office. Not talking to you anymore, you hurry back!”

He hung up right after that, afraid Qian would keep asking.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave the person in the passenger seat a gentle smile. ”Beauty, shouldn’t we keep our business from my old tigress at home? Here, I’ll close the window, all that noise from outside is pouring in, but it’s blowing on my beauty...”

Phew, his wife probably didn’t notice anything, right? Yu Minglang looked at the scenery sliding past outside the window and thought: this might be the only thing in his life he’s ever hidden from Qian.

Qian hung up and tilted her head slightly.

Was she overthinking it? Why did she feel like Yu Minglang sounded so guilty?

She shook her head. Impossible.

Her husband, who would swear at the heavens, the earth, and the air, the type who wouldn’t even blink with a knife at his throat—how could he ever sound guilty? It had to be that she hadn’t seen him for days and missed him too much, her nerves acting up.

While she was waiting at a red light, a Cherokee shot through the intersection, and Qian narrowed her eyes.

If she wasn’t mistaken, wasn’t that her husband’s car?

She was stuck at the red light and couldn’t move, while that car drove right past her eyelashes.

A minute ago, the man on the phone claiming he was at the office—how could he suddenly appear here in the blink of an eye?

Afraid she’d misrecognized it, Qian deliberately checked the license plate—no mistake, it was her idiot’s car!

He’d been driving this car for years; Qian was planning to switch cars herself and then swap his along with hers, there was no way she’d misrecognize their own car.

This wasn’t break time. If he was going out for a meeting or something work-related, he wouldn’t be using his personal car. So did he lend the car to someone else?

The light turned green and Qian, ignoring the risk of getting caught by traffic cameras, swerved and took off after it.

She wanted to see what exactly was in her husband’s car, and who had enough clout to borrow Yu Minglang’s car.

One of Xiaoqiang’s classic quotes was: cars and wives never get lent out.

If it were regular Xiaoqiang, he’d definitely have noticed himself brushing past his wife’s red car, but today all his attention was on the beauty in the passenger seat; he didn’t even realize he’d just missed Qian’s car.

”Listen, beauty, can you please watch your image? Let me tell you, my passenger seat is reserved for my wife, always has been. You insist on sitting here and refuse to budge—if my wife sees you she will definitely get mad.”

Facing the beauty’s big, dewy eyes, Xiaoqiang sighed.

”Hey, it’s not just the passenger seat. Even if she just sees you she’ll get mad. What are we going to do about us? We absolutely can’t let her know or she’ll kill me. Kill me and then divorce me... Hey! Don’t just start kissing me, okay? I’m driving here, get off!”

Qian had been chasing all the way, but she didn’t dare drive too fast. If the person behind the wheel was Yu Minglang, his vigilance would definitely be sharper than others’; if she got too close, he’d spot her.

At this moment Qian still hadn’t started suspecting Xiaoqiang; she thought Yu Minglang wasn’t the one driving. After all, her Xiaoqiang would never lie to her. She was just curious about who had so much face to borrow Yu Minglang’s car.

But when she saw, from a distance, their car stop in front of some shop, and then a pair of long legs she knew all too well stepping out of the car, Qian’s eyes went round.

Unless her husband had mastered a Clone Skill, then who the hell was that thing in front of her?

The man she’d slept beside for years—she couldn’t possibly mistake him. That was her man, and he was even wearing clothes she’d bought for him. She would recognize him even if he turned to ash!

But the guy who’d just claimed he was in the office—how could he suddenly be here?

Qian narrowed her eyes and watched as a young woman walked out of the shop, beaming at Yu Minglang.

Third party.

Those three words flashed, bold and harsh, across Qian’s mind, shocking her so much she couldn’t move for a long moment.