"I see you just looked like you’re enjoying it, waiting for someone to set off fireworks for you. As your legally wedded husband, I won’t tell you that third parties aren’t allowed to intervene. Instead, I’ll look for the cause within myself. My wife wants to see fireworks, so I’ll get some fire for you to see."

"... are you sure I like the flame of white candles?" When can Erha be normal and not act stupid? The Asian Vinegar King truly lives up to his name. This is clearly setting a trap, yet he still gets this jealous. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Yu Minglang realized he was holding a white candle. There weren’t other color candles at Qian’s place, so he put it away, but got burned by the wax, baring his teeth and grimacing.

Qian rushed over with a flurry of punches and kicks, "Even if it’s a red candle, it’s not appropriate to light it for someone! Lighting a candle for mourning, are you stupid!"

"Wife, I was wrong... apart from your little brother, kick anyone you like!" Yu Minglang, being very manly, knew he was truly wrong this time, and let Qian hit him as she pleased.

After being thoroughly domestically abused, Qian found his shameless demeanor both funny and infuriating, "Like a child."

"Hmph, it’s because you’re so close with that Chrysanthemum Mai. By the way, what does Chrysanthemum Mai’s test really mean?"

Thinking about that test, Qian revealed a strange smile, beckoning Yu Minglang over with a finger. When Yu Minglang leaned in, she whispered in his ear, and he widened his eyes in disbelief.

Looking at the candle in his hand, then at Qian, he swallowed, "You’re sure... he likes being brutally abused?!"

"Yes, he’s a rare masochist personality. The more you abuse him, the more he likes the person. And it’s not ordinary abuse, it has to be extreme! Wax, whips, those are child’s play. If you can add... something else, he’ll be head over heels for you!"

Yu Minglang was flabbergasted by the woman with the red mask, "Are you messing with me?"

Is there really someone that perverse in this world?

Faced with Yu Minglang’s skepticism, the woman with the red mask put her hands on her hips.

"Trust a professional psychologist’s judgment! He’s a typical masochist personality; the harder you abuse him, the more attracted he is——hey, thinking about it, he might really be serious about pursuing me; initially, I thought he was doing it to provoke the daffodil, but it seems not, he truly likes me!"

Because Qian abused Mai like no tomorrow, Mai was gradually attracted to Qian!

Initially, Qian didn’t believe Mai truly liked her. Now that the test results were out, she believed it; this person is definitely a masochist personality!

No wonder Mai couldn’t find a good match in his past life; it turns out this guy doesn’t react unless tortured. Now the flower-giving plan is in play!

"Wife, can your watermelon test really reveal that much?" Yu Minglang was always curious about its reliability.

"When tested alone, this question can be seen as a measure of patience, but if it’s already proven that this person has masochistic tendencies, then the question can be turned into a psychological test about what kind of abuse they like."

Yu Minglang showed a mischievous smile, "Qian, which one do you choose? Whips, candles, hanging upside down, which do you like? Ah! Speak properly, why hit people ~ don’t hit, your face mask thingy is about to fall off!"

Qian didn’t know how Mai was taken away by the urban management for education, but she thought he’d certainly be miserable because Mai didn’t appear the next day.

Qian went to school like nothing happened, and when school ended, she saw Yu Minglang waiting at the gate. During these extraordinary times, he picked her up anytime.

Just as Qian got into Yu Minglang’s car, an unfamiliar number called.

"Mr. Chen, can we arrange a meeting?"

Hearing Songg Qingwu’s voice, Qian and Yu Minglang exchanged a glance.

Finally, it came.

"Sorry, Mr. Songg, I think I need to change your treatment plan."

Songg Qingwu wasn’t particularly surprised that Qian recognized his identity; Yu Minglang’s performance yesterday had already made him realize he might be facing someone with an unusual background.

But this didn’t stop Songg Qingwu, who had gone insane for love.

"Haha, I don’t accept rejection."

His laughter was chilling and eerily cold.

"Don’t rush to refuse; my changed treatment plan can get you what you desire."

Since Qian called him Mr. Songg, Songg Qingwu had harbored a murderous intent towards her, but he also realized that Qian wouldn’t have dared to say this without absolute confidence, so his voice gained a hint of caution.

"Then tell me, what is it that I want?"

"Mahadi."

"..."

If it weren’t for the faint breathing on the other end, Qian would have felt like she was talking to air.

The phone was silent for over ten seconds, a psychological battle between the two.

"I don’t want him, you guessed wrong." After a while, Songg Qingwu’s voice came through the phone, "I think you’ve misunderstood; I’m here seeking you out to correct my liking for the same sex."

"Okay then, since you refuse to change plans, please follow your original plan. You want to kill me, right? Go ahead, use any method you like. I’m just a weak woman with no ability to resist, kill me however you want, provided that—" Qian’s tone shifted.

"You must be prepared that if you harm me, my man absolutely won’t let you leave the Celestial Empire alive. Even if you escape, be ready to be hunted by my man for the rest of your life."

"So arrogant?" Songg Qingwu seemed to understand why Mai would choose Chen Xiaoqian over his riches and daffodil. This woman could speak to him in such a calm tone, which was very unusual.

"I have no fears in my heart, but you do, and your fears are in my control. You don’t know my man’s true identity, but my man knows all your details. If you dare touch me, neither you nor Mahadi will leave our territory alive. You cooperate with me to change the treatment plan, and I’ll help you get what you want."

After a few more seconds of silence, Songg Qingwu knew he had lost.

The first experience of failure was brought about by a woman, which felt very incredible.

"I’ll have someone pick you up. Let’s talk." he said.

"Haha, now you need me, are you sure that’s the right way to ask for help? Remember, I’m a psychologist; if you want to become my client, you have to follow my routine. Meet me at my house in fifteen minutes. My consultation fee is 50,000 per hour, and fifteen minutes later, whether you arrive or not, additional fees will apply. If I can solve your problems, please agree to one more thing for me."

"... you’re the most arrogant person I’ve ever met, even more arrogant than the infamous mafia boss."

"Thanks for the praise."