Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yu Minglang pinned Qian on the sofa, then got up, fetched his phone from the bedroom, and made a call right in front of her.
"Aunt, it’s Minglang. There’s sothing I need to tell you. Li Zhen and a man went into a hotel... How did I see them? I happened to pass by."
Qian was dumbfounded.
She felt like she was the kind of woman who, upon entering a situation, liked to drop the bomb and blow away all the opponent’s preparations.
Looking at it now, Yu Minglang was quite ruthless too!
He actually directly spilled Li Zhen’s scandal with Ni Jianren to Li Zhen’s parents!
What a move to strike at the root!
She dared to bet, the jerk would prefer his own sneaky revenge tactics over accepting Yu Minglang’s "above-board" approach.
Because this one is obviously more brutal!
"Yes, I’m sure I didn’t see it wrong. By the way, I also checked the background of that man with a responsible attitude. It’s not good."
He glanced at Qian. Indeed, he was responsible, but not towards his sleazy cousin; he was deeply responsible towards Zhou Zhiruo’s look-a-like, even held hands.
"That man works at the sa place as Li Zhen, extrely poor character."
Deceiving "his" Zhou Zhiruo look-a-like is simply unforgivable. Yu Minglang’s aunt knows he’s a man who speaks ticulously.
If Yu Minglang says poor character, then he definitely isn’t a good guy.
The aunt is sowhat aware of her son’s peculiar hobbies, having turned a blind eye, hoping he’d settle down as he got older.
Since Yu Minglang called personally, the aunt realized the seriousness of the issue.
"I will handle this matter—Little one, don’t tell your uncle about this, okay?"
"Let’s see Li Zhen’s subsequent behavior."
Yu Minglang finished speaking, hung up the phone, and flashed a brilliant smile at Qian.
"See? One should be sunny. There are so upright ways to punish the bad guys."
Qian silently looked at him for a few seconds, suddenly two big words floated in her heart: scheming...
He was really ruthless, not acting directly, but selling a favor to his aunt, and leveraging her hand to deal with Ni Jianren.
Just within a few words, Qian had already judged that Li Zhen’s family must be well-off.
Yu Minglang plainly stated Ni Jianren’s character issues, subtly hinting to his aunt that he worked in the sa place as Li Zhen. For Li Zhen’s future, Ni Jianren would surely be dealt with by the aunt.
Using others’ strategy to counter itself, Ni Jianren calculated against her, and Yu Minglang then fiercely turned things around for Qian.
"Do you have water here? I want to wash my hands..." Qian was caught in complex emotions, having accustod to handling many things alone, suddenly having a man stand up for her, she felt a particularly complex emotion tightly entangled her.
She suddenly really wanted to wash her hands.
Yu Minglang pointed at the bathroom, watched her rush in, and the sound of running water began, initially not thinking much of it, but after a while, the water kept running, he probably felt sothing was wrong, went in, and saw Qian continuously rubbing her hands, turning them red, still washing.
"That’s enough!" He turned off the faucet.
"Not enough!" Qian pushed him aside and continued to turn on the water for washing; Yu Minglang realized she wasn’t washing out of cleanliness but rather compulsively; though he didn’t understand much of psychology, intuition told him sothing certainly would go wrong if it continued.
Qian’s mind was now in chaos.
Yu Minglang’s kindness to her caused imnse pressure, this was her most severe compulsive episode, feeling like she couldn’t wash clean no matter what, always feeling like there was blood on her hands.
Yu Minglang noticed Qian’s odd behavior, hurriedly tried to stop her, wanting to take her out, but she pushed him away.
"Yu Minglang, stay away from , I’m not a good woman!"
She was a bad mother who couldn’t even watch her own daughter properly, aside from avenging those who’ve bullied her and her daughter, how could she focus on anything else, she had no right to happiness.
"You are a good girl, I trust my judgnt." Yu Minglang didn’t understand why a girl who smiled at stray cats and dogs would emphasize repeatedly that she was a bad person.
"You? Based on what!" She couldn’t even be sure herself; why could he answer with such certainty?
"My vision is 4.8, sharp sight!" He proudly replied.
Qian: ...
Such a cold joke!
"With that vision, how did you get into school? I rember your school seems to have vision requirents, right?!" Is there so shady deal here!
Vision of 4.8, that’s 150-degree myopia right? No wonder in his past life he drove with a pair of gold-rimd glasses!
"Unaided vision of 4.6 can get you into our school, and don’t you know, many Olympic shooting athletes are nearsighted? With this vision, it’s enough to be a pilot, though not to fly combat aircraft..."
Serious about giving people a science lesson.
"...I sowhat sympathize with those kids in the park who threw firecrackers and got schooled by you!" Turns out those two kids were taken down by a nearsighted person?
Qian hadn’t realized her attention was successfully diverted by Yu Minglang; she now no longer had that urge to wash hands crazily and followed his line of thought.
"Shooting balance and stability are more important than vision; blurry sight prevents excessive focus on the target, instead maintaining one’s balance and stability, especially when hitting moving targets, you won’t have ti to rely on eyes observing and calculating muscle reaction; good shooters must have extraordinary sixth sense." Like him!
If the sixth sense wasn’t accurate, how could he find her pleasing to the eye? It’s all the sixth sense’s fault!
Qian was wrapped in his expansive theory.
"So, I trust my intuition; you should trust my judgnt." Yu Minglang’s ultimate goal was to say this; he trusts his sixth sense about this girl, a good girl, definitely!
If Qian hadn’t got quite so understanding of this man, she’d be intimidated by his overly serious expression and utterly earnest tone.
Such an innate poker face, always saying incomprehensible cold jokes, no wonder he’s single...
"I want to go back."
"I’ll send you—about the money, you—"
"I accepted it, let’s say I borrowed it from you, will pay back with interest in 2 years."
"Actually, no need to be so hurried about it." Yu Minglang selfishly thought, if she never paid back, it’d be great.
That way, she’d keep in touch with him...
The two walked out of the room one after the other; Yu Minglang held the key to lock the door and casually asked.
"By the way, what do you need the money for?" He knows many people; maybe he could help her.
"For school."
Yu Minglang’s keys dropped to the ground, he turned in surprise.
"For... What school?"
"University, I’ve been accepted into university, my family won’t support , so I have to manage tuition myself."
"...How old are you?"
"Eighteen, full years."
Qian’s words were like a thunderbolt, cracking down on Yu Minglang’s heart.
Just realized that he felt a bit interested, even pondering how to pursue her, but shockingly discovered.
Only... Eighteen?!
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