"Lang, what are you doing?"
Chen Zilong looked puzzled at his newly idolized super brother-in-law, Yu Minglang, who was holding a freshly bought bottle of iced green tea, covering his face and bowing towards Qian.
Seeing Qian’s almond-shaped eyes wide with anger, Yu Minglang mouthed the words very slowly so Qian could understand, "Long live, long, long live!"
Damn it, this bastard! He’s mocking her again, saying she’s domineering like a female emperor.
After teasing Qian, Yu Minglang turned around and solemnly addressed his silly brother-in-law.
"Have you heard of a hu ban?"
"Hu ban? Is it sothing to tie around one’s legs?" The clueless student was confused again.
Yu Minglang squatted on the ground and wrote the two characters with a stick. Chen Zilong wiped his cold sweat, "Lang, I don’t even recognize these characters..."
Is it really okay to keep hurting this clueless student? He’s still a kid!
"A hu ban was a tool used by ancient civil and military officials to record the king’s commands or decrees during an audience. Do you understand?"
"I rember now, it’s that long thing that looks like a brick in costu dramas? Oh, so it’s just like taking notes in class!"
The ancients’ version of a mo!
"Yes, more or less. Later, with the mass production of paper, it beca a ceremonial item."
Hanging out with his brother-in-law broadens one’s knowledge! Knowledge of both literature and warfare, with a grasp of astronomy and geography—wait, what does a hu ban have to do with bowing to my sister?
Chen Zilong hadn’t been led astray, "Lang, why were you bowing to my sister?"
Even the daily act of showing off their love has a routine. While Yu Minglang was busy winking at Qian, he also delivered a blow to Chen Zilong.
"Dalong, papermaking is one of China’s Four Great Inventions. Now, let ask you a history question: Which of the Four Great Inventions appeared during the Han Dynasty?"
"..."
See, don’t want to answer a question? Just throw another question back, problem solved. How simple.
After teasing his clueless brother-in-law, Yu Minglang winked at Her Majesty the Queen.
Initially, Qian was a bit upset, but his antics had her half-smiling again.
She never knew how to respond to him. His ability to seize any opportunity is so overwhelming, always popping up during her bad moods and making them vanish. Having such a fiancé by her side, she hardly has the chance for her compulsive hand-washing to flare up!
After sending Jia Xiufang and Chen Zilong off in a taxi, Qian and Yu Minglang walked back to his place.
It was a ten-minute walk ho, and the cool evening breeze helped soothe her mood.
Yu Minglang put her small hand into his pocket, but Qian, still annoyed at him for calling her Wu Zetian, refused to let him hold it.
She pulled her hand away and walked forward quickly, unwilling to talk to this fool.
Yu Minglang chased after her, persistently trying to hold her hand. When Qian couldn’t push him away, she kicked his shoe, only to be pulled into his arms.
"Was the wine good?" he asked mischievously.
"Get lost!"
"In front of your aunt, you act like a perfect little lady, not taking a sip. But watching drink, it made you thirsty, didn’t it?"
"You really think I’m an alcoholic?" If he dared to say yes, she’d turn around and head ho herself, getting drunk alone!
"No way, I’m the alcoholic. Can’t I be an alcoholic~" He teased, hugging her and heading ho.
In the evening, soone was walking a dog. Seeing the elderly woman with her dog moving slowly, Qian’s thoughts turned sour as she thought of her mother.
"I’m not against my mom finding soone else. I just don’t want her to end up with only a dog in her old age."
No matter how filial the children are, they can’t always accompany their parents. Finding a suitable person to take care of her mother is also reassuring.
"Yes, I know."
"You know, you just mocked for being Wu Zetian earlier?" Don’t think she forgot about it, she rembers it vividly.
"I was just teasing you because you looked so cute being the decision-maker!"
In most families, parents make decisions for the children. But in his family, little Qian had to run the house at a young age, handling everything big and small, even worrying about her parents’ affairs.
"Really?" She squinted at him, and he moved her face back to plant a kiss on her before letting go.
"I just don’t want you to get too tired."
"So you think what I did just now was right?"
"Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say is right. You have a big heart, whatever you say is right."
"Get lost! You think I was wrong!"
"No, no, no. Everything my Qian does is right. But have you ever heard this saying: ’Man proposes, God disposes?’ Once sothing is done, whether it achieves your intended purpose is up to fate and cannot be forced."
"Why do I feel like there’s more to what you’re saying?"
"Qian, have you encountered cases where, say, a woman is lanting her unhappy marriage? In your view, just ending the marriage would end the pain. But she doesn’t want to hear you say divorce; she’s consulting you to find a way not to divorce. She’s consud with how to change her husband, and if she can’t, she feels extrely unhappy?"
"Plenty, these cases aren’t limited to won; n also consult on this. It’s related to human instinct—not wait, Yu Xiaoqiang, are you mocking ?!"
Seeing her about to get angry again, Yu Minglang quickly explained with a cheeky grin, "That’s not what I ant. My point is, so people prefer to live in a conflicted way. You don’t want your mother in danger from a daughter’s perspective, but maybe your mother doesn’t think that way. You’re not a dough twist; how do you know a dough twist isn’t happy being twisted?"
"You’re the dough twist—wait, you know I oppose it because I don’t want my mom in danger, not because of the disparity in family status?"
Yu Minglang has a sixth sense beyond ordinary people. Although it falters when it cos to Qian, it’s pretty accurate with others.
"My Qian is so protective of her family. Others may see your mom as unworthy with Mr. Liao, but you don’t truly feel that way deep down, do you?"
Based on his sister Qian’s protective nature, in her heart, her mom is the best in the world. Not to ntion a rank four, even a rank one would be fitting.
So the whole set of reasons given to Jia Xiufang was just for appearances, to appease her mom.
The real reason is simple: Mr. Liao’s job is dangerous, and she doesn’t want her mom involved in any trouble. Even if her mom doesn’t care, Qian wants Mr. Liao to rember her mom’s willingness to risk it all, and not let him think that Jia Xiufang is marrying up.
Qian couldn’t argue back; Yu Minglang’s words struck a chord with her.
"When we get back, I’m going to silence you."
"Why!" The person who understands you the best is , so why silence !
"You know too much!" As the boss, she doesn’t like people figuring out her thoughts. She had been happily playing the role of the Queen Mother of the West, and now that he’s analyzed it, she’s been washed clean.
But the boss doesn’t like being washed clean, feeling exposed by him!
"If I tell you the other deeper motivation behind your actions, you might really want to silence , so I’ll just keep quiet."
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