"Oh?" Yu Minglang glanced at Liao Fugui, wow, this kid usually seems so quiet, but he’s actually quite sly. Is he eager to stand up for Liumei after seeing him bully her?

Liumei looked gratefully at Fugui, who nodded confidently at her.

Only Qian’er could handle this mischievous guy Yu Minglang!

The few times they drew lots, it was Yu Minglang asking the questions. It’s obvious that Yu had tampered with the sticks using just his knees. No one can see it when this old gambling king cheats, and Yu Minglang is so tricky that whoever he asks can’t withstand it. Fugui could only think of using his opponent’s spear to attack the opponent’s shield.

No matter how capable Yu Minglang is, would he dare to win against Qian?

He really would dare. Not only does he dare, but that’s exactly what he wants.

His wife’s aunt visited recently, leaving him frustrated to death. Mai’s task is complete, and he won’t have time to hang out with Qian like he did these past few days. When the time comes, Xiaoqiang will have to become a monk again. He can’t go all the way at night, but maybe some perks are okay?

That wicked little look did not escape Qian’s keen eyes.

"What naughty things are you thinking of?"

"I’m thinking, my wife is the best. She’s beautiful everywhere, hehe~"

Others might not get it, but Qian understands, this shameless guy!

"Old rules: no couples in the casino. Go ahead and ask. If you can’t get a reaction from me in three questions, you lose. Once we’re home, you’ll do whatever I say!"

The little devil in Yu Minglang’s heart was already laughing with his hands on his hips.

The moment to reverse the household position had come. He had already thought of many ways to bully his adorable little Qian in his mind, hahahaha~

Qian had already seen through all of this and coldly laughed twice.

"I don’t need three questions; I’ll defeat you with just two. Once we’re home, you’ll do whatever I say too!"

"Great, really great!" Fugui, Liumei, and Shuixian were excited, they just love watching couples battle like this—it’s truly delightful chaos!

What could be more entertaining than a high-intelligence couple competition?

Let’s hurry up; whether the demoness beats the little overlord or the little overlord deals with the demoness, it’s all hot-blooded fun~

Yu Minglang first scanned the few onlookers who were enjoying themselves without regard to the potential chaos, thinking he’d deal with Qian first and then take care of these folks, and then shifted his gaze to Qian’s face, speaking insincerely.

"Mei, even though we’re a couple and I often give in to you, you have to know that I’m also a serious man who won’t let you win when playing games."

"Who’s giving in to whom is still uncertain. If I’m afraid of you, I’m just a basket case!" After a little drink, Qian’s arrogance also shot up.

"Tut-tut, still daring to curse?" Yu Minglang felt a scratch in his heart seeing her like this.

"That’s a human organ, not a curse. If even an organ is dirty, humans shouldn’t be born. We shouldn’t be created by these organs only to resent them for being dirty, understand?"

"Clap! Clap!"

Neat applause came from the crowd enjoying the spectacle. Qian indeed, saying a few cheeky words linking them to human origins—this senior intellectual is really different.

"Stop talking nonsense with me—start now!" Yu Minglang’s look implied Qian had already lost.

Meanwhile, Qian was as steady as a rock, showcasing her full prowess.

She cleared her throat, then used a particularly serious and righteous expression, just like when she usually examines people.

The first question.

"Is Yu Minglang madly in love with Chen Xiaoqian?"

"Yes!" Yu Minglang shouted loudly, his rebellious eyes confidently looking at Qian. Does she think he’s as thin-skinned as Fugui, getting embarrassed over a question?

Impossible! He loves his wife so much that he wouldn’t mind shouting it worldwide with a loudspeaker, la-la-la!

Is this really the best Qian has got? The first question is this simple?

The spectators eating skewers were displeased.

"Qian’er, show your skills. This kind of question can’t stump him!" said Shuixian.

"Exactly, my brother’s face is thicker than a castle wall; this kind of question is useless!" Liumei chimed in.

"It’s simply a giveaway question!" Even Fugui couldn’t stand it.

What happened to the promised high-intelligence rivalry? This is too dull!

Qian calmly scanned the audience, "Why panic, it’s just the first one. There’s still one more!"

The cocky Xiaoqiang was already swaggering and humming a little tune, thinking about Qian giving him a treat tonight. Oh, oh, oh, don’t think that crudely—we people with status must mind our elegance—how did she put this topic before?

Qian coldly eyed the overly proud Yu Minglang, delivering a line that turned his joy into sorrow.

"My Lang has a nickname called Four-Pound Guy; would you all like to hear the story behind the nickname?"

"Yes!" everyone answered in unison, and Yu Minglang panicked: silly wife, these things are meant to be laughed at behind closed doors, why bring it up in public!

He was anxious but being a high-intelligence man, he still knew this was Qian’s mischievous trick. If he spoke, he would lose!

"This story starts when the two of us went to eat seafood one day. Once, we went and he wanted to eat geoduck clam. When the waiter weighed it, it was four pounds, so your Lang said—"

"Foul play!" Yu Minglang finally couldn’t listen anymore. This little madam was about to reveal all their intimate secrets.

"You lost." Qian triumphantly pointed at him.

"You cheated first, misleading the crowd. Who told you to stir them up?"

The sharp-eyed skewer-eating crowd saw Yu Minglang’s ears turn red. What shameful details lie behind this story?

"So why is my brother called Four-Pounds?" Liumei asked curiously, with others nodding along.

Yu Minglang, blushing, looked at Qian’s shameless expression, "Four-Pound Guy, either admit defeat or let me explain it thoroughly for everyone."

"I’ve lost!" Yu Minglang squeezed the words out from between his teeth.

"But we still really want to know what my brother’s four pounds have to do with the geoduck clam?" The curious skewer-eating crowd was still not satisfied.

"Just eat your skewers, eat till you can’t speak, you lot are just full and bored!" Yu Minglang was exasperated.

Qian simply smiled without speaking, leaving them with suspense.

The geoduck clam looks a lot like something else. Once while they were dining, Yu Minglang was curious and ordered one. The shell is very heavy, four pounds of shell gets less than a pound of meat. When placed on the table, Yu Minglang casually remarked that this thing is heavy like him!

At the time, Qian casually replied, saying that doesn’t it also have a shell. Xiaoqiang, cheekily unimpressed, said it has a shell but he has balls!

This sentence left the seed for the later Four-Pound Guy nickname...