Mai’s face changed again. He rembered trying to investigate Qian’s background, only to find that her information was protected both in legal and illegal circles. All he discovered was that Zheng Xu, the underground boss of Q City, seed to be covering for Qian.
But upon hearing Qian ntion financial news, Mai felt a sense of despair. Could this demoness possibly have... that kind of background too?
In that case, forget it. Better to steer clear, as far away as possible, because she’s not to be ssed with...
Watching Qian arrogantly hold onto the daffodil that should have been "his" and flaunting it as she left, Mai felt sowhat resentful and helpless.
He couldn’t win against Qian, but should he really give up on such a wealthy woman like the daffodil? What about his corporation? How would he fend off his bigger brother?
After being tricked by Qian multiple tis, Mai now felt intimidated whenever he saw her. The situation wasn’t easy to handle. To calm his nerves, Mai had to go outside while Qian took the opportunity to ask Qian.
"Qian’er, what are you playing at?"
"Polishing the mirror~" Qian was quite addicted to the ga.
The daffodil laughed and cried simultaneously.
"Don’t tease . I’m not like your Lang brother; I don’t have his stamina..." I can’t compare, after all, he’s the seven-ti brother.
"Tsk tsk, you’ve corrupted the youth. You weren’t like this before."
"Anyone with you learns to Pull calf (nonsense)!" Plus, Qian’s nonsense isn’t like most people’s. When she’s funny, she’s dead serious; when she’s suggestive, she has proofs and argunts; when she cons people, she can back it up with quotes from classics, turning seemingly unreliable things into sothing as ticulous as an academic thesis.
If the daffodil didn’t know Qian so well, she’d be caught up in it too. That detailed explanation involving classic poems, opera, and slang to explain homosexuality was simply the most elaborate trick of the year!
"I’m a self-disciplined psychologist." Qian nodded seriously, pretending to emphasize.
"Speak human!"
"How can a psychologist who doesn’t con people dare to treat them? Look at those fortune tellers with so many followers; they’re just psychologists continuing from ancient tis, helping people to alleviate their emotions, even if their thods are unscientific or outright nonsense. Yet they still manage to convince many, like your sister Liui, who firmly believes her fortune teller’s words."
The old hag told Liui she had to get married this year, and she believed it.
The daffodil was baffled, wondering why the topic shifted to Liui?
"What I an is, I refuse to accept those conning fortune tellers so easily deceive people. I’ve studied psychology for so many years, and I refuse to believe there’s anyone I can’t see through, any heart I can’t fathom. No one can fool ! Soday I’ll outwit even the fortune tellers!"
Chief Qian was very assertive.
The daffodil swallowed, stunned by Chief Qian’s assertiveness.
"Does Mr. Liu know you’ve made fortune tellers your imaginary enemies?"
This psychologist has truly excelled in her field, challenging fortune tellers? Never seen such a doctor before!
"If I tell her, that old lady could strangle . But that’s what I think. If a group of fortune tellers can fool people, why can’t I?"
"Fine... you win. But Qian’er, do you really think you can see through everyone in the world?"
"Hmm, not everyone. Take Yu Minglang, for example. If he stops loving , I can’t handle soone like that."
"Why?"
"When I call him ’husband,’ he listens to everything I say. I’ve researched this; when people are happy, their IQ drops, so I can handle him. But if his IQ doesn’t drop and he stops loving , it’s hard for to manage him."
It’s true; if Xiaoqiang got serious, Chief Qian wouldn’t be so confident.
"So... you’ve turned your weakness into your shield?"
Qian smugly humd, very proud.
That’s right, with Yu Minglang on her side, she has no true enemies.
The two sisters were laughing and chatting. Mai ca back after smoking a cigarette outside, just in ti to see the daffodil holding Qian’s hand. The two sat facing each other, and the daffodil said with great emotion.
"Having you by my side is great, a two-for-one deal, one investnt with two returns."
She ant that being Qian’s sister was too wonderful. Not only could Chief Qian protect her, but Qian’s top henchman, Yu Minglang, could also help her. All the tension from when she first discovered Mai’s identity had vanished. She felt like she had a strong backup.
Darn! Mai was stimulated again. He misunderstood the scene, thinking these won had thrown caution to the wind and were living freely?
That sure sounded like a confession to anyone listening!
"Co on, little brother of the Carter family, want to eat sothing?" Qian saw Mai and waved enthusiastically, the word ’little brother’ rolling off her tongue.
Mai stiffly turned away, looking for a place to continue smoking, quietly cooling off. The world was too crazy...
How did he end up in the position of little brother?
"Is this really appropriate?" The daffodil watched Mai’s lonely back and raised an eyebrow at Qian.
With her own strength, Chief Qian forcibly turned a suspense conspiracy into a nonsensical, hilarious adventure. Mai’s back looked inexplicably amusing too.
"You feeling sorry for him?" Qian sipped lightly. Fine wine, delicious food, and the beauty across from her were all within her domain, including the absent Liui. Anyone daring to intrude would be cut down without rcy.
"Ha-ha."
Those two characters perfectly expressed the daffodil’s feelings.
Mai stood alone outside, the sky so blue, yet his mood so lazy.
No one would enjoy the feeling of being crushed throughout the whole process.
A tiny earpiece transmitted the girls’ clear conversation as the wind blew through the street trees, intensifying the storm in Mai’s heart.
Were these two girls talking without avoiding him now? Even knowing he was eavesdropping, they still laughed! How had he fallen to such a level of disdain, feeling so unwilling?
Suddenly, the dialogue that ca through the earpiece made Mai tense up, and he suddenly perked up.
He heard the daffodil ask Qian.
"Qian’er, tell Xiaoqiang’s new phone number. We’re such good friends; if he changes his number, I should know!"
Such good friends... In Mai’s mind appeared an image of a gluttonous snake. He shook his head, trying to shake out the clutter in his brain.
Chen Xiaoqian, this witch, can brainwash! These notions were instilled in Mai by her! Mai sadly realized he transford from a very serious villain to an unserious and unprofessional one.
"135..." Qian recited a string of numbers.
"Say it again."
Qian repeated it and added, "It’s unlikely his phone will be on. We can try to et him tomorrow."
et, the three of them... Once again, Mai internally chuckled.
Thank heavens he had a photographic mory! He rembered the numbers! Now he was going to call Yu Minglang and see if he knew about the mirror polishing ntioned by the witch Chen Xiaoqian!
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