Yu Minglang glanced at Qiao Zhen with a king’s disdain, "Young man, don’t always focus on what’s in your pants. Relationships can’t just be about that stuff; they need a connection of hearts, a eting of minds, an understanding without words, got it?"
"Still don’t get it..."
Qiao Zhen was perplexed. Although he didn’t understand, he felt the small boss was making so good points and was left speechless.
Actually, Yu Minglang’s inner thoughts were: How co it’s so difficult for to get a warm al!
Basically, it all boils down to envy and jealousy.
Qian went back to discuss the issue of psychological intervention after the reality show casting ended in three days with Mr. Liu, who happened to be taking these three days to recuperate.
Qian did everything that needed doing and figured that three days later, the teacher would definitely personally seek out Wang Yafei while she herself would have beco the most hated—and possibly even detested—person in Wang Yafei’s heart. She went to give Mr. Liu and Liu Li a summary statent, and while she was at it...
See her handso Xiaoqiang once more.
With this in mind, Qian returned to the dormitory, and when she pushed the door open, the sll of paint hit her. Qian rembered that it was currently uninhabitable.
Xiaoqiang had been temporarily tasked with arranging her accommodation and had forgotten about it. Qian wanted to see where her roommates were, so she called Da Yi.
The phone was answered quickly, but it wasn’t Da Yi who picked up.
"Ah~~"
The strong voice of a child ca through the phone.
"Panpan? Panpan, be good, give the phone to Yi Yi."
Panpan, the clever child, already knew how to answer the phone and, upon hearing Qian’s voice, questioned.
"Monster Qian?"
"I’m your Aunt Qian!" Qian tried to correct the dear kid, who was always calling her by that strange na.
"Monster Qian!" This nickna started sowhere along the line, and whenever Qian heard it, she wanted to drag the little kid into a dark room while Da Yi was away and pinch his chubby cheeks hard!
"Alright... Monster Qian it is. Can you give the phone to Yi Yi, please? Where’s Yi Yi?"
"Yi Yi with Daddy... playing?"
Panpan struggled to find the right words from his vocabulary; his language system was developing a bit slowly, so this was pretty impressive.
Qian gasped, playing together?!
No wonder Panpan had the phone!
She should have tactfully hung up, but Qian’s playful side was unleashed and she tried to coax so fun information out of the child.
"Panpan, is Yi Yi and Daddy rolling up in the blanket exercising?"
Haha, serves them right for not closing the door!
Let Mr. Yu get lucky before she and Xiaoqiang!
This was pure jealousy!
"Blanket... no, on the ground!"
Wow, didn’t see that coming. Second brother’s got so funky taste, Qian mischievously thought.
Qian wanted to continue shalessly extracting so juicy gossip from the innocent child, but Mr. Yu’s calm voice ca from the other end of the line.
"This is Yu Mingyi."
"Second brother, where’s Da Yi?"
"Lying down resting."
"Oh..." It’s already afternoon, still sleeping?
Qian got mischievous.
"Do you need anything?" Mr. Yu’s style was always concise and direct.
"I wanted to ask, does your place have room? I want to——"
"No." Yu Mingyi was definitely not soone who beats around the bush, refusing so decisively and exactly without fearing to offend.
"Alright then." Qian knew this guy’s emotional intelligence wasn’t great, so she didn’t argue.
"If you need, I can arrange accommodations for you at the guesthouse." Mr. Yu also knew Qian had sprayed paint in her dormitory and had nowhere to go.
"No need, you—— Wait, second brother, Da Yi has no experience, be careful."
After taking revenge on Mr. Yu’s low emotional intelligence, Qian silently laughed and quickly hung up the phone.
Serves you right to get lucky before Xiaoqiang! Punishnt~
Yu Mingyi puzzled over the phone, wondering what Qian ant, ’be careful’? What does it an? Is it because he’s getting old and doesn’t understand young people’s thinking?
Carrying a plaster, he went into the bedroom; Da Yi was lying on the bed, looking completely hopeless.
"Apply this; my mom says it should help a bit."
"It’s all your fault... I told you, I’m not physically strong, yet you insisted I do it, and now..." She’d strained her back real bad! So painful!
"You’re lacking exercise; you have to exercise. I asked my mom, and she said the abdominal training device is good for you. Take a break these days, and when you get back to the dorm, bring it for ongoing training."
"I don’t want to do it."
Da Yi just casually ntioned that she felt like she’d gained weight, and the practical Mr. Yu promptly bought her an abdominal training device—the kind with dual-spring tank wheels, perfect for working out abs.
No one else but Mr. Yu would gift such a thing to a girlfriend. At first, when Da Yi saw the package, she thought it was a doll or sothing. Opening it, she found a giant wheel...
In her heart, she resisted. She didn’t love talking much, but she’s still a girl. What girl would want to kneel on the ground rolling a wheel in such an awkward pose?
But she couldn’t win against Mr. Yu’s stubbornness. He even quoted from various sources, giving Da Yi a lesson on the importance of health and the potential harm continuous abdominal fat developnt might cause.
Don’t be fooled by Mr. Yu’s usual awkward deanor; he’s incredibly persistent about this.
Da Yi almost cried when she first heard him ntion continuous abdominal fat growth.
She had just been eating too much supper recently and her waist had grown from 19 inches to 20 inches, but there wasn’t even a little belly fat, was it necessary to use such harsh words like ’fat’ to describe her!
Luckily, Da Yi carefully analyzed Mr. Yu’s personality. His behavior is likely an expression of care for family, possibly caused by the serious illness leading to divorce from his previous wife, which left an ongoing ntal shadow, so he’s extra cautious with Da Yi.
Da Yi was working hard on the ground exercising when Panpan saw it. The child couldn’t express it properly, leading Qian to misunderstand Mr. Yu and Da Yi.
It’s simply a beautiful misunderstanding.
"By the way, Qian just said sothing strange."
"What did she say?"
"She told to be careful? Careful about what?"
Being reborn, Qian often used terms like this, but as a native, Mr. Yu didn’t understand them. Da Yi imdiately thought of a conversation between Qian and Shi Touyu in the dormitory, and her face instantly turned red.
Oh my god, Qian did that!
Yu Mingyi didn’t know the complex thoughts running through Da Yi’s mind at the mont, nor did he know Da Yi was reminded of so many inappropriate conversations.
Da Yi blushed, thinking, gosh, Qian has gotten so dark now.
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