Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Qian spoke almost expressionlessly, but Yu Minglang felt utterly heartbroken listening to her.
No wonder she was always so conflicted, withdrawing herself from this world. Because no one had ever given her warmth and care, she felt so desolate.
"You think it’s shaless of to ask that scumbag Ni Jianren for money, but I have to tell you, I must do this!"
She could confidently say that in this lifeti, as long as she was alive, she would never let that scumbag live comfortably.
Yu Minglang remained silent for a mont before he spoke.
"I don’t think asking for money is shaless. I understand your feelings."
Qian looked up in surprise; wasn’t this guy going to play the moral high ground anymore?
"But doing so violates the law. I have a better way to help you. For those people, it’s not worth lowering your standards," Yu Minglang said seriously.
Qian rolled her eyes, "You’re so boring."
Just knew he couldn’t say anything nice. See, he acts all righteous in just a few sentences. How could a man like this ever spend a lifeti with her? Whoever ends up with him might just end up being nagged to death.
"Indeed, I’m not a particularly interesting man..." Yu Minglang felt a bit embarrassed. In fact, he sotis bought copies of those Humor Master comics and secretly read them, but humor seed to be sothing innate, and he just couldn’t cultivate it.
"Oh, wait for a mont!"
He suddenly stood up and walked to the bedroom, rummaging through drawers looking for sothing.
He had a place to live elsewhere and hardly ever returned here. Only when his mother pestered him about getting married would he co over for a brief stay.
Seeing him enter the bedroom, Qian quickly stood up to leave, but she couldn’t open the door.
The door, whatever it was made of, wouldn’t open no matter how hard she tried.
"The door requires a key, I locked it from the inside," Yu Minglang returned with a pile of stuff.
Seeing him carrying a stack of books, Qian almost wanted to laugh at him with disdain.
"Yu Minglang! What exactly are you trying to do?"
Is he trying to pull out so Marx, Lenin, Mao, Deng theories and give her a class on morals, ethics, and politics?
He’d better not, or Qian couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t discard her high-IQ female boss facade, take off her shoe, and slap Yu Minglang’s handso face back and forth, rcilessly!
"These, when you’re in a bad mood, take a look, they’ll make you feel a lot better." They’re all his treasured possessions!
Qian walked over, just about to ridicule him, but she was captivated by the cover of the book.
To be precise, she wasn’t fascinated; she was thunderstruck by Yu Minglang.
"You... usually read this stuff?!"
This, this was too image-shattering!
In the past life, even though they dated for a period, she never ca to his house, so she never saw this stuff.
The books Yu Minglang brought over weren’t about morals at all, they were... comics!
"This magazine is called Humor Master, the illustrations inside are quite fun. When you’re in a bad mood, you can take a look, and then this..."
Yu Minglang said seriously, picking up a Japanese manga. Qian’s mouth twitched at the sight of its na.
"Dragon Ball?!"
Oh heavens! Mind-blowing! Soone help, isn’t there anybody to address this, cold-faced n also read Dragon Ball?
Shouldn’t he be holding a small sign in his hand, shouting down with RB Imperialism, and Long live sothing?
This was almost like having big letters tattooed on his face: ’I’m a hot-blooded tough guy!’ And yet he reads this stuff?
Seeing her expression, Yu Minglang awkwardly cleared his throat.
"It’s quite nice..."
"This is Japanese, right?"
"We need to learn the excellent parts of our rivals. I believe the friendship and passion conveyed in this work are very much worth learning from."
Straight-faced nonsense!
If Qian hadn’t also read this stuff, she would’ve almost been fooled by this guy!
For crying out loud, reading a Japanese manga and spinning it into sothing sentintal!
"I didn’t expect you to be this kind of Yu Minglang..." This was so different from what she imagined!
The Yu Minglang in her mory was still in the past life, impeccably dressed, face stoic and awe-inspiring.
Turns out this guy also had such middle-school-adolescent phases?
"Anyway, you take them ho to read. Be careful not to lose them, as you’ll need to return them when you’re done."
"Petty!" Saying stuff like that when lending things to a girl, are you planning on staying single for life?
Qian suddenly felt that this guy being a bachelor for half his past life wasn’t without reason.
"These are limited editions! Originals!" Yu Minglang emphasized seriously, if lost, they couldn’t be bought.
These were his treasures; if he didn’t have a special fondness for sothing like the sa style as Zhou Zhiruo, he wouldn’t bring them out.
"You keep them for yourself; I don’t want to read them." Qian pushed them back to him.
He demanded seriously, "You must read them, you’re lacking joy."
Qian’s mouth twitched twice, "Reading a few Japanese mangas will make happy?"
Such logic.
"Also, this is for you." He pulled out a bankbook from within the comic and handed it to Qian.
"What do you an by this!" Qian suddenly caught herself from laughing, looking at him guardedly.
This guy, was he pitying her?
A man she’d just t, not even that familiar with, giving her money, what’s that supposed to an?
She’s not so naive little girl.
If Yu Minglang saw her in a frivolous way, thinking she’s soone who could be... just with money, Qian would definitely flip.
Anyone could look down on her, even her parents selling her off like goods, she could coldly brush off with a sneer.
Only Yu Minglang couldn’t, he couldn’t look down on her.
Seeing the girl looking at him with hurt eyes, Yu Minglang hurried to explain.
"This is money I’ve saved myself. After buying a house, there’s only 30,000 left, the rest is in funds. If it’s not enough, I’ll sell the funds."
"What are you trying to do!" Qian threw the bankbook back in his face, her voice filled with anger.
"I didn’t an anything else." Seeing her flare up, he hurried to explain.
Qian was already very hurt by his act of giving money, pushing him away, desperately trying to leave. Yu Minglang, knowing full well she couldn’t get out, still went forward to grab her arm.
"Listen to , let explain!"
"Explain my foot!" He really looked down on her!
"My dad’s already over 60; you can’t talk about him like that!"
Still has the ti to pick on her choice of words! Qian was about to be driven insane by him.
She’d forgotten that in this life, she wasn’t even familiar with him yet, using actions she only used when throwing tantrums at him in the previous life, hitting him hard.
"Yu Minglang, you’re a second uncle’s foot!"
"... My second uncle’s even 2 years older than my dad, are you sure you want to talk about an elder like this?"
Poor second uncle, always taking the fall.
"Ah!!!" Qian was on the verge of breakdown, soone quickly co and take this annoying Yu away, she couldn’t handle it!
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