Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 884 - 858: Sorry, Honey, Still Missing Your Final Kick

"Come on, tell me about today’s competition. Did those people give you any trouble?" Xiaoqiang was particularly curious about how his wife won the championship.

Qian just didn’t want this thick-skinned guy to have an easy victory.

"A week ago, we had a heavy rain here."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoqiang racked his brains, wondering if his wife was implying that the competition process was as thrilling as a thunderstorm.

"Heavy rain, and then what?"

"The windows at home got dirty."

The realm of poets is to pause every few words, paired with a deep expression and a slow pace, to emphasize their pretentious charisma.

Yu Minglang turned into small bean eyes for several seconds, then the scholar Lang figured it out.

"You mean—let me go back and clean the windows?"

Qian gestured with a hand showing three fingers, "Bedroom, kitchen, guest room, all need cleaning!"

If you don’t clean it well, I won’t tell you!

Yu Minglang twitched the corners of his mouth, you really know how to take advantage of the situation.

"Honey, would you say your character is the type described in rural anecdotes, never willing to suffer a loss, always capitalizing on opportunities, even eager to prod a dung cart when it passes by—ah! Don’t hit me while I’m driving!"

"I’ll beat you to death!"

How did she ever see anything in this fool?

The misfortunes never come singly; she was already giving him the silent treatment, and here he goes provoking her carelessly, as if courting disaster!

Yu Minglang kept a playful smile while driving and apologizing to Qian, but Mei was truly huffy this time, refusing to show him a good face.

It wasn’t really anger, just a playful tiff between couples, always needing a bit of drama. Watching this fool jokingly surrender and offer reparations brought endless joy to her heart.

Second Brother and the others drove faster than Yu Minglang. Because Yu Minglang was busy "bonding" with his charming Mei, he drove slower. While joking around with Qian, he saw through the rearview mirror a car behind him, and his eyes narrowed. He suddenly shifted from a lazy, relaxed state to alertness.

"What’s wrong?"

Qian noticed he was different than usual.

"There’s a car that’s been following us."

This car had been behind Yu Minglang ever since they left the Broadcasting Building. At first, Xiaoqiang thought it was just a coincidence, given the number of cars on the road.

But having driven for so long and still being followed meant something was up.

"They really are in a rush." Qian could roughly guess who sent them.

From framing her to finding someone to mess with her, these conspiracies all failed. Are they desperate enough to find someone to beat her?

It wouldn’t be a problem for them to beat her.

The problem is, they need this guy next to her to agree.

The car behind was a small business car, seemingly nothing special. But Yu Minglang could tell something was off through his years of experience.

Exchanging a glance with Qian, she nodded at him.

Xiaoqiang swerved the steering wheel, made a turn directly, and drove into a nearby urban village, accelerating.

The business car also picked up speed into the urban village.

This urban village was undergoing demolition, with some houses half-demolished and roads all messy. The followers drove in to see Qian’s red little car parked in front of a half-demolished building.

The building had only one wall remaining, with everything else in ruins.

Though puzzled about what Qian was doing here, the group still followed.

After stopping, they realized that no one was left in the red car.

Three people got out of the business car, exchanged looks, and the leader asked his two underlings uncertainly.

"Where did they go?"

"Here."

"Then why don’t you chase them—huh?" Who’s talking?

Turning around to the voice, the small leader was greeted by an iron fist.

He didn’t even see what happened before Yu Minglang hit him in the eye socket, screaming in pain and retreating while clutching his eye.

The other two lackeys saw Yu Minglang with one hand in his pocket, the other bent and resting on his head, striking a pose similar to Rodin’s Thinker.

"Hi, are you all okay?"

They didn’t even see how he got out of there.

Realizing they should launch a pounce, Yu Minglang turned and ran, calling out as he looked back.

"Come chase me!"

"Damn it! After him!" The three vigorously pursued.

Yu Minglang maintained a pace just fast enough to stay within their sight but impossible to catch.

Running around these partially demolished houses, Xiaoqiang loped along easily and happily, while the three behind were gasping desperately.

One of them felt he was going to pull a muscle, panting heavily, and asked the leader.

"This kid, won’t he, won’t he be a runner or something?"

This speed, it’s downright divine.

Yu Minglang even started running backward, at ease and in good spirits, waving to them.

"Pick up the pace back there, come on, hurry up! Seeing how you’re all like slugs with lack of exercise, even a toothless old lady is faster than you. With such quality service, you have the audacity to charge people to be thugs?"

The pride of a soldier can’t be insulted like this! The three thugs were extremely frustrated; they came for a quick job and now found themselves toyed with endlessly—where was the dignity of the thug?

The three took another deep breath and continued to chase with all their might.

At maximum effort, a person depletes energy rapidly. Yu Minglang kept needling them, adding fuel to the fire.

"Look at how poor your stamina is. Who would trust you with a sneak attack job in the future? If morons like you quit, and more physically capable people take up the task, wouldn’t it create a greater threat to societal stability? For the sake of harmonious stability, you must keep striving! If you can’t even be effective punks, what purpose do you serve living? Living wastes air, dying pollutes land, and even as dust, you’d still reek of scum!"

An overwhelming sense of shame surged in them upon being scolded, wanting to run faster, but their bodies were exhausted. When it comes to playing with people’s limits through harsh training, Xiaoqiang was a pro!

One of them really couldn’t keep it up, stopped, bent over, and gasped for air as if he had a stitch. The other two were similarly at their limits. When you walk by the river, your shoes are bound to get wet—this time, they encountered an experienced hard nut.

They couldn’t pursue any longer, but Xiaoqiang wasn’t having it.

He wanted to show off to his wife, so what’s the fun if these guys quit playing?

As the three continued to pant heavily, they suddenly saw Yu Minglang double back and walk straight toward them.

What, what’s going on?

It’s the first time they saw someone they were trying to ambush coming back. What does he want...

This question wasn’t clear in the minds of the three breathless individuals before Yu Minglang returned, standing less than 3 meters away from them, looking regretful.

"Actually, my wife’s plan was to lead you over there—"

The trio followed his gesture to see a wall not far ahead. The house was demolished down to one flimsy wall, looking shaky.

"My wife overestimated you, thinking you could keep running to that side, then she would kick from the other side of the wall and flatten all three of you under it. But as thugs, your stamina is so terrible, you let down her expectation of a good show, alas..."

Yu Minglang sighed and called out loud.

"Honey, I’m sorry I couldn’t let you deliver that key kick."