"Why isn’t it ?" Qian wanted to mimic his gesture of touching her hair.
But due to height and aura, the effect wasn’t quite right.
Qian inexplicably felt like jumping up just to hit his knee, that kind of disparity.
Height may be a hard sell, but her aura must be present!
"From now until the morning after tomorrow, all your ti belongs to alone. Are you aware of this?" Qian said seriously.
Yu Minglang instantly understood—this is a privilege!
More serious than Qian, he grabbed her hand and started walking fast, Qian dragging him to stop him from pulling her away.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to our ho, and then—" He gave a wicked grin.
"Is there nothing else in your mind besides this?"
"Do you seriously have sothing more important than this in mind?" Yu Minglang thought about many things in those brief seconds.
"Follow , I need you." She winked at him, and they strode toward the karaoke lounge.
Here...? Yu Minglang thought, unable to understand what she intended to do.
Yu Minglang guessed the beginning but didn’t foresee her pulling him in just to sing songs, without any play...
A man and a woman shut in a small dark room, doing nothing but singing, Xiao Qiang’s psychological shadow is truly difficult to estimate.
Qian chose the Cantonese oldie "The Season of Wind," singing as soon as she entered, completely ignoring Yu Minglang’s small expressive glances full of deeper anings.
Yu Minglang, frustrated, grabbed pistachios and ate them compulsively, feeling the sofa silently mocking him.
Qian’s singing was indeed pleasant. Despite being a Cantonese song, she sang perfectly, even managing to capture the song’s transition from inevitable regret to open-minded acceptance, performing with style, holding onto the microphone, and singing it repeatedly.
Yu Minglang finished a handful of pistachios, and Qian was still singing "Blowing~ Blowing~"
What exactly is going on...
Listening to Qian’s sorrowful voice, Yu Minglang felt he finally understood sothing.
Was his darling Qian feeling down?
Yu Minglang was pondering how to cheer her up when Qian finally got tired, setting the microphone aside and stopped singing the song.
"Water is boring." She pressed the bell, and the waiter imdiately ca in.
"Open a bottle of Louis XIII."
"Sis, that’s thirteen thousand." The waiter gently reminded.
"Open it."
"Alright, please hold on." The waiter felt intimidated by Qian’s gaze and hurriedly withdrew.
"Qian, do we have to drink here?" Yu Minglang held her shoulder and brought her into his embrace.
She looked at him sideways, "Heartache?"
"Heartache for what? Mr. Zheng’s venue should be happy to have us show up. If anything, he’d be the one feeling pain."
No fun, failing to frighten him, Qian had anticipated seeing Yu Minglang show a pained expression, but he figured it out right away.
Exactly, this is Zheng Xu’s place.
Qian had been here before with Shi Touyu and got lured into a mountain ravine; Zheng Xu felt irresponsibly negligent and bought the place out of annoyance afterward.
After purchasing, he told Qian that any consumption here would be on him, just to prevent even a shred of shadow for Qian, fulfilling his role as family without issue.
Yu Minglang had no guilt exploiting Zheng Xu, just displeasure drinking outside.
"How did you know this was Zheng Xu’s venue?"
"Heard Hai Zhao ntion once, Zheng Xu is expanding physical operations and acquiring miscellaneous things. Qian, look at him, clearly not keeping himself pure, acquiring places like these for his own indulging taste."
Slandering Zheng Xu ca naturally and satisfactorily to Yu Minglang.
Qian watched him make up nonsense with a smirk, giving a vivid impression.
"How did you know it was Zheng Xu’s venue?"
"Seeing you splurge without a blink, it’s obvious you have backing. But i, as your husband, I must advise you not to visit places like these casually. What if he pulls you over when you’re here?"
Jealous yet embarrassed to admit his jealousy, he veered Qian away from the main point.
Qian watched him humorously, with a look that said, "Go on, see if you can coax sothing interesting."
Yu Minglang’s subconscious judgnt ability was truly strong. Any information he ca across, he could categorize and store, using it quickly and efficiently, which is why Mr. Liu said his intuition was extraordinarily accurate; he only heard Hai Zhao ntion Zheng Xu was expanding, yet quickly judged the place Qian could buy pricey wines without batting an eyelid had to be Zheng Xu’s.
Why Zheng Xu acquired the place and offered indefinite free orders to Qian, Qian believed Yu Minglang certainly knew, but this guy’s jealousy brought out a floating nature.
After slandering the previous rival, Yu Minglang didn’t receive Qian’s final blow; she just smiled at him.
"Qian, are you troubled by sothing?"
Suddenly tender to him, he felt a bit unaccustod!
"How did you know I wasn’t happy? Was it intuition again?" Qian shifted beside him several tis, still feeling uncomfortable, so she settled directly on his lap.
The flickering lights added shimring hues to their faces. The sparkling in her eyes captivated him.
Yu Minglang suddenly understood why Qiao Zhen often used the phrase "you charming little devil" when calling Shi Touyu.
Shi Touyu loved domineering CEOs, occasionally requesting her brother to say the lines; Yu Minglang listening by chance got goosebumps. Yet, this mont, looking at Qian, she seed truly like a little enchantress.
She was truly beautiful.
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