Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss-Chapter 647 - 621: Oh Wow, Not Bad~

In the lifelong process of being bullied by Qian, Yu Minglang only felt like a tough guy when he imagined taking her down a peg in his mind.

But those manly ideas never came to fruition.

Thinking of her sweetly begging for mercy made his heart swell with joy, humming a little tune, and he continued painting.

"That Lang in the first watch, jumped over the pink wall, Mei said, ’I was just a maiden~’"

The little song, with its altered lyrics, was so catchy to hum. From the first watch to the fifth, he sang with increasing happiness, his expression brimming with delight. If anyone passed by the villa area and saw the handsome man up on a ladder, painting while humming, they would be utterly shocked.

This was the best house he picked out, so after getting married, he could move Mei in! Spending every day together — would he even need to hum and imagine the bliss?

"In the fifth watch, that Lang took off his coat—" Just as Yu Minglang was humming at his most relaxed, his phone rang. As he took it out, his hand trembled in surprise, and with a plop—

The phone fell right into the paint bucket.

The text was from Qian, just five words.

Honey, sleep early.

After sending the text, Qian was in a great mood.

This text should be enough to keep Erha happy for days, right? He can savor it whenever he wants, isn’t having a thoughtful fiancée wonderful — it doesn’t work that way though.

Yu Minglang was probably stunned by those two words, his hand shook, and the phone, built tough enough to crack a walnut, fell with a perfect arc into the paint bucket, splattering dots everywhere, just like Xiaoqiang’s heart breaking into pieces.

Aaaaaah! He hadn’t even seen enough yet, and now this phone, tough enough to crack walnuts, isn’t waterproof, what to do now...

Qian didn’t know that Erha, who was preparing a surprise for her while refreshing their home, accidentally sacrificed his beloved phone.

After hanging up the phone, she walked into the living room and just saw Yu Liumei finishing her sand table artwork.

"This artwork reflects some mild anxiety on your part. You see, by creating this apple tree of Adam and Eve’s original sin, it symbolizes your current anxieties about marriage, possibly brought on by your family when you were around ten years old." Liao Fugui hadn’t even finished speaking when he felt an unexpectedly heated gaze landing on him.

Yu Liumei’s eyes were sparkling, she admired him greatly.

"You could set up a stall under the bridge to tell fortunes, you could even see something from when I was ten?!"

How are these psychology experts so amazing, even better than fortunetellers.

Liao Fugui had never been so openly admired before, his face felt hot, saying bashfully, "It’s just one of my courses, it’s nothing..."

"This guy indeed knows a lot about sandplay therapy; I learned some from him too." Qian glanced at Yu Liumei’s work and agreed with Fugui’s assessment.

"Not really, our specialties are different, you’ve also given me a lot of inspiration..." Liao Fugui’s face turned crimson from the praise from the two women.

"But how can you even tell the exact year? You guys seem so arcane!" Hearing that this spectacled brother could still guide the seemingly omnipotent sister-in-law, Yu Liumei’s admiration grew yet another layer. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Sandplay therapy is like using paper and pen; the client sets up scenes from their mind, and the therapist analyzes it, it’s like writing down your subconscious thoughts for us to see. Understanding the sandplay not only helps one enter the client’s world but also assists in healing some psychological issues, for example..."

Liao Fugui started explaining to Yu Liumei. Since Qian couldn’t get a word in, she sat on the sofa with her laptop, writing a paper, taking a glance now and then.

Once Fugui started talking about his professional expertise, he became very articulate, and Yu Liumei’s unconcealed admiring gaze seemed to fuel his desire to explain, one talking enthusiastically, the other listening in awe.

Qian shook her head, feelings are truly unpredictable, too early won’t work, too late won’t work. If Liumei didn’t have a boyfriend now, she and Fugui would make quite a pair, one scholarly and one martial. Alas, fate isn’t something one can time, leaving only a sigh for others.

The explanation between those two continued as time slipped by without notice. Liao Fugui looked at the time, realizing an hour had passed.

"Sorry, I talked too much, was it boring?" he said, a bit embarrassed.

"No problem, I haven’t heard enough yet. Your field is so intriguing."

Liao Fugui had been sitting on the floor mat the whole time. As he tried to stand up, his leg was numb, and he accidentally bumped into the metal armor beside him; the weapon in the armor’s hand swung right towards his head!

It was a gift for Qian from someone, weighing dozens of pounds. If it hit Liao Fugui, he would surely need stitches.

"Watch out!" Yu Liumei dashed forward, twisting her body into a breathtaking angle, gracefully catching the weapon, with one knee on the ground, holding it at a forty-five-degree angle.

The weapon was just inches from Fugui’s head; without her quick reflexes, it could have caused a mild concussion or left an open wound.

But her pose had a fatal flaw — she was plastered against his face.

She could even smell the fresh lemon scent of the soap, the soft touch...

Oh no!

Qian looked up at this scene, her mouth forming an ’o’.

Why do top students become top students? Because their brains can react faster than the average person. In those fractions of a second, Qian quickly made the best move.

Keeping her mouth in an astonished ’o’, her other hand quickly picked up the phone, snapping a shot with the hundred-million-pixel camera that captured this moment forever.

Though the resolution wasn’t particularly high, it caught the expressions of both people.

Yu Liumei held the weapon handsomely but her face was flushed red; Fugui’s expression—oh, it couldn’t be seen, buried against someone’s body.

Oh... perfect.

Qian decided to send a multimedia message to Xiaoqiang later, so he could share in this, a stress-reliever just by glancing at it.

The two involved finally snapped back to reality, Yu Liumei stood up and put the weapon back, and Fugui stood up, both of their faces flushed red.

Liao Fugui was very conflicted in his heart, should he say thank you or sorry? It felt like the soft touch was still lingering on his face...

Yu Liumei also felt immensely awkward; should she say be careful, or it’s fine...

The atmosphere was awkwardly tense.

Fugui stayed for a while before heading back, and Liumei came out to see him off.

"Sorry about earlier." Fugui, after some thought, felt he should apologize to the young lady.

Liumei waved her hand quickly, "No need, really, I forgot about it."

She might have forgotten but Fugui hadn’t, as he sat on the bus home, dozing off, dreaming of the scene vividly replaying in slow motion...