Although this couple has only interacted with Song Qingwu for a brief time, Song Qingwu has already seen that they are a very unusual couple.

Song Qingwu opened the door, preparing to leave, but saw Mai standing outside, holding a large bouquet of flowers.

"Honey, I came—huh? Why are you here!!!!" Upon seeing Song Qingwu, Mai was startled, stepping back several paces in shock.

Isn’t this the top flunky by the big boss’s side, the sinister and cunning Song Qingwu?

"I’ve come to consult Mr. Chen on some matters. It’s been a long time, young master." Song Qingwu glanced at the bright red flowers in Mai’s hand, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Are you here to spar with my husband? He’s just at home today." Qian said with a smiling face.

Mai retreated again, remembering how he was beaten up by Yu Minglang in the past when he was all pretentious.

"Forget it, I’ll leave first, let’s get in touch later!" Mai threw the flowers to Qian, still wondering in his heart. Do today’s Chinese soldiers all have so much free time?

Qian shoved the bouquet into Song Qingwu’s gloomy-looking face, hinting to him in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Invite him for a drink. If you succeed tonight, please take him away packaged tomorrow."

"What reason do I use to take him?"

"Entering the country without permission and illegally setting off fireworks in a residential area."

"And the most serious one, attempting to ruin someone else’s marriage. That’s the most severe one, utterly shameless." Yu Minglang came over, shaking the knife he used to cut lamb, looking at the reflection on the knife’s back, Song Qingwu understood.

Forget the reasons. To a masochist, perhaps having no reason is better.

"You better guarantee what you said is true." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Saying that, Song Qingwu quickly chased into the elevator.

Qian closed the door, sitting on the sofa and pouring herself a cup of tea.

From her perspective, the case between Song Qingwu and Mahadi has already ended, but she knows the descending elevator only signifies the beginning for Mahadi and Song Qingwu.

"Five years?" Yu Minglang asked Qian amusedly.

Qian raised her teacup like a fortune-teller, "It’s a psychological suggestion, similar to the curse after childbirth. These five years something may happen to him or may not, but as long as there’s the slightest trouble, he absolutely won’t dare to make a fuss. As for their messed-up business, how can it calm down?"

"So... you used some fortune-telling trick to swindle the tycoon?" Yu Minglang finally understood, his wife’s scamming skills have become more and more proficient.

"The method of scamming doesn’t matter as long as it works. Of course, my approach is only suitable for specific people in certain environments. Teens should never imitate, for imitation will definitely get you caught by our brave uncles!"

Qian nodded seriously while pushing away his face that was coming closer.

"You smell like lamb, hurry up and skewer your skewers, if you delay the evening party, I’ll roast you like a whole lamb."

"I’m just thinking, you need to explain to me, what does it mean that I’m a hidden sadist?"

Don’t think he couldn’t hear the conversation inside from outside, the calm demeanor was all an act. His wife was alone with a dangerous person, how could he not keep a close watch?

Acting unconcerned was because they agreed in the car while coming. Actually, both Yu Minglang and Qian were straining every nerve pretending not to care, but everyone’s nerves were tense.

Now that Song Qingwu has taken the bait, the two can finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Cough cough, that was just casual nonsense for therapeutic effect." Qian’s gaze started to wander.

"Really?"

He looked at her suspiciously, Qian feigned sincerity by nodding.

"Alright, I’ll go cut the lamb." He turned suddenly, catching her smug expression.

"Shall we try it next time?"

"Get lost! You’re not as serious as Song Qingwu, just a bit, and no props allowed!"

"Oh... no props then?" His mischievous mind began bubbling again.

"Scram, scram, scram, get out!" Qian threw a pillow at him.

The seemingly tricky task for Yu Minglang was solved by this couple’s joint effort. The method sounds a bit incredible, yet it worked.

The task is completed, but Qian’s heart doesn’t seem to have as much joy as imagined.

From sensing the crisis with Song Qingwu to coming up with a strategy, all the way to dealing with Song Qingwu, Qian maintained high fighting spirit, but now with things settled, her heart feels somewhat empty.

After joking around with Yu Minglang, the emptiness in her heart becomes even more evident.

She was sure her judgment was correct, as the outcome was beneficial for the overall situation and for Song Qingwu, despite his character flaws. From a psychologist’s perspective, she was doing the right thing by resolving his confusion.

The scent left on her hand from holding the rose bouquet reminded Qian of Mai.

Mai is certainly not a good person, having ill intentions toward her and Narcissus. This was certain; plotting against Mai was supposedly justified. But why was there a sense of repression in her heart?

Qian sat on the sofa in a daze for a while, feeling somewhat low. She wanted to wash her hands but saw someone occupying her spot. Yu Minglang was seriously washing his hands.

Just having cut lamb, his hands were smelly, and he washed them several times to get clean. Watching him wash so attentively, Qian’s impulse to wash her hands faded.

"Have I ever told you my reaction after I first fired a shot?" Yu Minglang asked while washing.

"I remember you mentioning briefly when we first met. You said you were taken to observe an execution at your old unit and vomited after eating tofu pudding when you returned. Later, it got better."

"That was watching others fire, my first shot was during an operation in the mountains chasing an escaped convict who was holding a little girl hostage."

"You never mentioned this."

Yu Minglang shook the water off his hands, "Come, let me tell you about my embarrassing history back then."

Yu Minglang is a heroic figure with a legendary aura. From Qian’s past life interactions with him to understanding him in this life, he’s always been flashy and never seemed to have an embarrassing moment, which made Qian pay extra attention.

"There were a few missions before, but I never fired a shot. Actually, I always had a lucky mentality, thinking how nice it would be if we only did missions without shooting. Do you think I was cowardly?"

Qian shook her head, understanding Yu Minglang’s feelings. If he enjoyed shooting people, that would be abnormal. It’s natural for any normal person to avoid shooting if possible.

"But everyone has a first time, and I did too. That day, following the old team members in the mountains, chasing the murderer who killed five in a family and kidnapped an innocent girl, our group caught up to him. He raised his knife to harm the child, and I pulled the trigger."

"How did it feel at that moment?"