âWhat are you trying to do, you blind drifter, huh?â Xiao Qian raised her head slightly.
âGuessâ¦â
Xiao Qian closed her eyes, enjoying the intimate moment with her lover. This was the feeling she was looking for â a satisfaction that could numb a personâs nerves better than alcohol, a sense of belonging that could pull her out of the empathy she felt for her patients.
She needed to ground herself, to escape the heart-wrenching pain her patients brought her.
Hu Meijing was pulled back from despair, but her heart remained in that situation. Yu Minglangâs presence could relieve her of that discomfort.
In her past life, Xiao Qian would also experience emotional lows after work, and she would use alcohol to numb herself. But now she had found a better way to relieve stress.
From the moment he appeared, her heart was at ease.
Their eyes met, the atmosphere was just right.
âAm I interrupting something? Oh dear, have I come at a bad time?â
Zheng Xu entered with two bottles of wine, blatantly admiring the scene, a mischievous smile on his face.
Yu Minglang cursed under his breath, quickly draping the jacket he had just taken off over Xiao Qian. Xiao Qian wasnât surprised by this, she bet that Zheng Xu had been there the whole time, waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt.
The sneaky smile on his face was irrefutable evidence.
âGo wipe yourself, this is a green business, donât cause a scene here.â Zheng Xu put the wine on the table and eyed Xiao Qian lazily wearing Yu Minglangâs clothes, feeling a bit irritated.
âIâll give you guys something cheaper instead. We just got a wine thatâs 7 yuan per bottle; itâs perfect for people who canât control their emotions. Drink it and youâll suffer a headache the next day.â
Yu Minglang held the wine bottle and didnât let him take it away, âSave that crap for yourself after youâve finished playing in a ditch. Weâre a decent couple, not like you, a retired third-rate blind drifter.â
âDonât have time for your nonsense.â Zheng Xu just wanted to tease him and sat next to Xiao Qian.
âWhy did you decide to come here today?â
âNot welcome?â
âHow could that be? Just next time you come alone, I have some better wine for us to drink together. Donât bring this one who bites people randomly.â Zheng Xu pointed at Yu Minglang, who was struggling with the cork.
Yu Minglang decided to secretly spit a few mouthfuls into Black Cucumberâs cup while he wasnât looking when pouring the wine later.
âZheng Laoâer, arenât you busy? Arenât you going to interview beauties anymore? I heard there are so many beauties here, Boss Zheng canât handle them all!â
âHow do you know there are lots of beauties here?â Xiao Qian asked curiously.
Zheng Xu immediately showed an expression of understanding, patting Yu Minglangâs shoulder with a heavy heart.
âI didnât expect Youngest Brother Yu to be so flirtatious. You have such a beautiful wife at home, but still, think about the outside flower world. Tsk tsk, as the deanâs son, youâll enjoy free services here in the future!â
âForget it, no matter how beautiful the world is, it canât compare to my Qian Baoâs single hair, right Qian Bao?â Yu Minglang pulled Xiao Qian into his arms, asserting his authority.
Meanwhile, he also warned her with his eyes. Once they got home, she would be given a lesson titled âThe Importance of Standing on the Right Sideâ. He and she were family!
âI think Iâm quite good, but if you ever get bored at home and want to go out and see the ditches, I wonât stop you.â Xiao Qian finally spoke lazily, having enough of the childishness of the two grown men.
Zheng Xu laughed heartily, and Yu Minglangâs face turned green from envy.
âAre you even my wife?â Yu Minglangâs heart was filled with tons of hurt. How low was his status in the family if even Black Cucumber could laugh at him in front of everyone?
âHavenât I left half a sentence unfinished? If you go out to experience the flower world, I wonât stop you. Iâll just-â Xiao Qian picked up a Dutch fruit cucumber from the fruit plate and snapped it in half.
Zheng Xu swallowed, reflexively glancing at his private area.
Yu Minglang felt instantly healed, and even proudly snorted with defiance.
âThatâs more like it!â
He glanced smugly at Zheng Laoâer. See, my future wife still cares a lot about me!
Zheng Xu rolled his eyes internally. If finding a partner meant losing IQ, heâd rather stay single. Look at Youngest Brother Yu, a once prominent figure, now reduced to bragging and puffing his chest out when threatened by a woman?
How happy could someone be after having a cucumber snapped in front of him?
Love really does make peopleâs brains go silly.
But ever since Zheng Xu came in with the wine, the atmosphere seemed to head towards an uncontrollable direction.
Zheng Xuâs singing voice was a bit low and sultry, with a hint of playfulness in his husky voice. He sang an old song, serenading Xiao Qian, each line stinging Yu Minglangâs heart.
âFalling in love with someone who never comes home, waiting for a door that never opens, fickle eyes and closed lips, why bother to force it, why ask painfully~â
Yu Minglang sipped his wine, feeling sour to the core by Zheng Xuâs singing.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Listen, listen! What the hell is this song?!
Humming, hawing, and whining, and those sour lyrics â this was just medicine to his eyes in front of Qian Bao!
Wasnât this hinting at Qian Bao that Yu Minglang was always working and not at home, telling her that marrying him would mean being left alone?
Yu Minglang cast a side-eye at Xiao Qian, feeling a surge of old blood in his heart. Wasnât this whiny, sour song that delightful to her?!
He couldnât let others bully him and not fight back. It was time for Zheng Xu to see his invincible side!