Won and n definitely look at problems from different angles.
Qian imdiately saw that this so-called female classmate had dubious intentions towards Xiaoqiang, but her foolish fiancé just thought it was a nice surprise to et an old classmate in another town.
Fortunately, he didn’t suggest having dinner together in the future or sothing like that, because if he had, Qian would definitely have thrown a waterlon at his head.
Even so, he didn’t get a hint of a good expression from her.
Yu Minglang kept trying to find topics to talk about with her all the way, but Qian remained silent and haughty. Yu Minglang was constantly guessing her thoughts, wondering why i was unhappy?
Qian’s apartnt was near the TV station, a rare dium-high-rise building. The residents were middle-class city dwellers, with relatively good surroundings, an underground parking lot, and entry required a key card. That’s why she dared to work late into the night. However, when Yu Minglang ca over, he still scanned the area, out of professional habit, to see if there were any safety concerns.
Right now, only Qian was at ho, with an empty room left. Qian went ho, changed shoes, and tossed her bag on the cabinet without even glancing at Yu Minglang, heading straight toward the bathroom. Yu Minglang pulled her back and looked at her with deep eyes.
"You’re angry."
"No."
When a woman says no, the subtext is: Yes, I’m absolutely furious! But I’m not admitting it, so what?
"Is it because of the waterlon? I can go to another place to buy one." Yu Minglang had been thinking about it all the way but couldn’t pinpoint the reason.
Qian was annoyed hearing him still dare to talk about the waterlon and pushed him. "Get out!"
"I’m not going out; this is my fiancée’s ho, why should I go out?"
Why! After not seeing each other for so long, not letting him "in" is one thing, but throwing him out?
"Go find that female classmate who wears pajamas at night and insists on wearing makeup, suspected to have makeup compulsion issues, and eat waterlon with her. Go reminisce about old tis with her. My temple is too small to accommodate you, this great man who’s kindhearted enough to treat female classmates to waterlon. Oh yes, tomorrow you can play tennis with her, aren’t you good at tennis? You even skipped classes to play tennis, both supporting the country’s sports infrastructure! Does the family planning committee know?!"
Yu Minglang took nearly three seconds to analyze Qian’s gunpowder-laden words and ca to one conclusion: he silently stepped back a pace and looked her over from top to bottom.
"i, are you experiencing your cycle ahead of schedule?"
He rembered her cycle timings, and although there’s more than half a month left, he couldn’t rule out the possibility of her cycle being irregular. Otherwise, why would his usually calm and composed fiancée suddenly say sothing so illogical?
What essential link could there be between sports infrastructure and the family planning committee?
"Damn you, get lost!" Qian was so infuriated by him that it made her even more irate.
"He’s over eighty, please have rcy on him!"
Yu Minglang narrowly caught the item she threw at him, feeling a pang of heartache as he looked at it.
"Silly wife, that’s jade, a good piece your uncle Qi Yue gave you as a housewarming gift. What if it gets broken!"
This large ornant was very precious, given by her uncle Qi Yue.
Qian couldn’t care less about him, grabbing whatever was beside her to throw, while Yu Minglang caught the jade cabbage with his left hand, her trophy with his right hand, and using his mouth to catch the soft silk pouch—Oh i, how could you carelessly leave your intimate clothing around, it’d be embarrassing if soone saw it.
As Qian looked like she was about to lift a bronze postmodern sculpture, Yu Minglang couldn’t take it anymore.
Spitting out the little pouch, he made a surrender gesture.
"Ancestor, please choose sothing else to play with, really, you can’t smash that!"
Such a heavy sculpture, what if it doesn’t hit him but accidentally injuries her foot?
Qian couldn’t help but laugh at his behavior.
The jealousy and irritation she had been stirring up quietly in her heart had dissipated quite a bit by now. She knew Yu Minglang hadn’t been thinking along those lines; he was a man with emotional cleanliness who wouldn’t have anything to do with a woman suspected of being compulsive about makeup.
Given his kind of must-have personality, if he’d been interested in soone in high school, he would have already conquered the person back then, not been out of touch for so many years. Moreover, Yu Minglang didn’t behave unusually upon just eting the classmate; it was simply an ordinary reunion.
Nevertheless, Qian still felt upset.
Just thinking about this green-skinned husky skipping classes to play tennis with a little girl in those years when she hadn’t yet appeared on the scene, the idea was unbearable.
"i, you don’t like Xiaoyuu, do you?"
"I don’t like her."
"She’s like a tomboy, she always says she’s carelessly cheerful but doesn’t have any malicious intent, just like that in school. Did you have any work-related conflicts with her?"
"I didn’t have any conflict with her. Right now, I suspect that you had conflicts in the past or have plans for future conflicts with her? Yu Minglang, are your eyes malfunctioning? That giant makeup obsession right in front of you, and you dare praise her for being so innocent and unaffected? Do you know what kind of person gets makeup compulsion disorder? She says she’s carelessly cheerful and you get brainwashed by her?"
A man who was a psychologist getting brainwashed by soone, it couldn’t be tolerated; she had to co up with a plan to un-brainwash him!
"i, have your work and studies been too hard? Why do you think everyone has psychological problems?"
Yu Minglang ant no harm, he just thought Qian was overthinking it a bit.
"Are you doubting my expertise? Have you seen anyone going down in pajamas late at night to buy sothing and yet wears makeup?"
In a man’s eyes, she’s fresh and innocent like a lotus erging from water, maybe in a woman’s eyes, she’s a super big green tea, clearly wearing makeup yet pretending to be naturally beautiful and hard to abandon like a lotus erging from water.
"Did she wear makeup? Now that you ntion it, I do recall she’s indeed sowhat different from school days. But won might have social engagents after work and be too lazy to remove makeup, right? My fiancée’s better, not wearing makeup for informal occasions."
A big, fat "haha" flashed through Qian’s mind, how could she not wear makeup? While she didn’t like wearing makeup either, so occasions require eting important patients, a light touch of makeup can show respect for them—hers was a very light professional makeup, vastly different from Xiaoyuu’s.
She did not correct Yu Minglang’s statent, but instead steered the topic to the key points.
"Slling like bath lotion, her hair still half-wet, it’s clear she’s already taken a shower and changed into pajamas at ho, yet suddenly wanted to eat fruit and went downstairs to buy sothing. Just these few minutes, but she reckonedly applied face cream, concealer, foundation shade, shadow and highlight, ending with setting powder, her eyelashes were fake, eyeliner was gel liner, lipstick was a light color but I suspect she darkened her original lip shade deliberately for a lighter lip makeup finish! She even applied blush, this entire makeup routine takes at least ten minutes even if proficient, she’s just going to buy sothing and spends this long on makeup, tell , is this your idea of unaffected freshness? If she doesn’t have a tendency towards makeup compulsion disorder, I’ll give you my psychologist license!"
Listening to Qian’s Hols-style explanation, Yu Minglang was dumbfounded.
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