Mahadi struggled for a while and finally ca to a conclusion he believed was logically sound.
It must be because Qian snatched "his" woman, Narcissus, that’s why he’s acting this way, right, that’s it!
Old Mai found a reason he considered perfect and made a gesture he thought was handso as he continued to stoke the fire; he wanted to show Chen Xiaoqian that he could do it!
But the world in Qian’s eyes at this mont was like this: the serene environnt of the fishing ground, the sparkling lake in harmony with the willow trees swayed by the wind, and the highlighted Yu Xiaoqiang, dressed in the brand outfit she bought, looking incredibly handso, the more she looked, the more attractive he seed.
As for Old Mai, who was crouching by Yu Minglang’s feet, struggling to stoke the fire to prove himself, Qian had automatically blurred him out, just like taking a photo, only Yu Minglang stood out, the rest were background, automatically ignored.
"I’ll leave the fishing rod to you, I’ll call Liui, you have to reclaim our honor, don’t lose to Narcissus." Qian handed the fishing rod to Yu Minglang.
"If you lose, how about letting your woman stay with for a day? I really miss sleeping in the sa bed as Qian." Narcissus asked Yu Minglang.
Half jokingly, half seriously, ever since Qian married Yu Minglang, she hadn’t had the chance to lie in bed with Qian like when they first t, chatting about things too private to share with outsiders.
Old Mai coughed from the smoke, while also pricking up his ears, my God! Is this possible? A complex love relationship was unfolding right under his nose!
"Then if you lose, how about letting your man stay with for a day?" Yu Minglang also asked Narcissus.
"Him...?" Narcissus first thought of Dadao, and Yu Minglang nodded, he had long wanted to drink with Dadao, maybe even get him drunk to sing a tune?
Old Mai had a complex look as he glanced at Yu Minglang, could it be that this guy was interested in both won and n?
anwhile, Qian watched with a smile as Narcissus and Yu Minglang bet, her hands dialing directly towards Narcissus’ side.
Though she’s not great at fishing, she’s confident in reeling people in, guessing that the strange boyfriend and the whole family of Liui must have already taken Qian’s "bait" and were likely hooked by now~
At this mont, Liui was accompanying the Ma Family shopping, just leaving the restaurant because Qian had told her not to pay the bill. In the end, Ma Lv paid, and Mrs. Ma’s face was drawn long like a horse’s face.
Liui was feeling a mix of frustration she couldn’t quite express; she had imagined Ma Lv’s parents to be gentle and humble, but by the end of the al, it felt strangely odd?
This oddness ca from their weird inquiries and blatant superiority complex, though Liui didn’t quite grasp where this sense of superiority stemd from.
Normally, things said wouldn’t bother Liui much, but since Qian brewed chrysanthemum tea and discussed that postpartum depression case, she started noticing subtleties, feeling that every word from the Ma Family contained an ulterior motive.
For example, what do they an by subtly probing into the woman’s assets, telling her about weird customs where the woman’s uncle is supposed to buy this and that signifies sothing—sa with the aunt—and insisting the house should include the man’s na because he has a stable job with social security benefits, which offer a discount for buying property?
These weren’t deliberately pointed remarks, though Qian occasionally liked to educate; she knew being too blunt would alienate Liui, so she discussed the real case of postpartum depression in third person.
And Qian’s implied teaching brewed with that chrysanthemum tea beca a psychological tool.
The effect was just like when Qian urged Jia Xiufang to divorce the scoundrel dad, persistently stressing Night Shanghai and mini skirts with strong brainwashing undertones.
Qian wasn’t worried that after she left, Liui would naively hand over her family’s wealth; the chrysanthemum tea she sent to Liui was a way of reminding her, "Even if I’m not there, the tea is, and my words keep appearing in Liui’s mind!"
Qian’s hints proved effective, causing Liui to feel like she was attending a dangerous banquet, with nothing right except the house matter hadn’t been ntioned, everything else was spot on!
When Qian called, Liui was contemplating life, paying no attention to Mrs. Ma beside her.
Ma Lv’s sister, Ma Qing, was trying on a dress; the salesperson was praising it overly, turning Ma Qing’s 140-pound Michelin figure into that of a Victoria’s Secret model, and Mrs. Ma saw the label—four digits.
Thinking of the pile of cash Qian gave Liui, it was a mindset of spending as much as she had.
At such a critical mont, Qian called right on ti.
"izi..." Qian’s voice sounded lazy; she was leaning against a tree, enjoying the cool sumr lake breeze while watching her handso guy fish elegantly.
As for the "background Mai" still struggling with charcoal, Qian automatically ignored it, her good friends and man being within her view, making Qian content like a satisfied cat.
"Sister-in-law, what’s up?"
"Are you shopping? Did you pay?"
"Not yet, I’m still picking." Liui glanced, Ma Qing was directing the salesperson to take this one and that one, keeping her busy with picking clothes around Ma Qing.
"Stop choosing, co over quickly, sothing big happened!"
"Ah! Sister-in-law, what happened?"
Liui felt uncertain when Qian ntioned sothing had happened, clearing her mind instantly.
"Don’t ask, don’t say anything! Hurry up and get out, grab a taxi, then I’ll call you again, rember, sothing big happened!"
After Qian spoke, she hung up; Yu Minglang had already caught a big fish, indeed a soldier type, wild survival skill was top-notch.
When Liui heard Qian say this, she didn’t think much. After hanging up, she ran straight out.
"Where are you going?" Mrs. Ma stopped her.
Ma Lv had returned to work after the al, leaving Liui to accompany the Ma Family.
"I have family matters, need to leave now." Liui said this without bothering about Mrs. Ma’s reaction and rushed out.
With her speed, Mrs. Ma couldn’t catch up, watching Liui run off helplessly.
"Does this dress look good?" Ma Qing ca out of the fitting room with another new dress.
Mrs. Ma, with a sour expression, said, "Awful, not buying!"
The salesperson stopped smiling.
After trying for so long, how could they just say they weren’t buying anything?
The one who was supposed to pay had left, what to buy?
"Where did she go?" Ma Qing didn’t see Liui, thinking she went to the bathroom.
"She ran away..." Mrs. Ma said through clenched teeth.
Ah! Ma Qing’s heart ached, her clothes!
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