Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 1118: Chapter 1090: One Hotpot, Two Moods

"Beauty, stop!" Yu Minglang ordered, and the beauty obediently let go, sitting upright.

The bad guy who was bitten by the beauty tried to limp away, but Yu Minglang grabbed him by the neck and pulled him back. He kicked and pressed the man against the car, his face distorted against it. Inside the car, Qian watched steadily, remaining calm.

"What did you just say to my wife?" Yu Minglang asked coldly, while the man he was holding pleaded desperately, his face pressed against the car.

"Bro! I was wrong! We just drank too much, no malicious intent!"

Saying there was no malicious intent, who are you kidding?

Yu Minglang addressed Qian’s direction, "Wife, close your eyes."

The next scene was indescribable, and it’s best for the beautiful wife to see less!

Qian feared it would upset her as she only liked to see beautiful things, so she took off her glasses, making her view blurry and indistinct, yet she wouldn’t miss the scene of her husband standing up for her.

The following period was Yu Minglang beating up the thugs. By the time Qian leisurely wiped her glasses bright with a cloth, Yu Minglang had already finished the fight. Those thugs were all beaten beyond recognition, stripped of their clothes and taken away. Let these bastards freeze; when they wake up, they’ll have to maintain an indescribable posture walking a long distance back to the village.

Of all people to bully, they had to run into Yu Minglang head-on, trying to bully his wife right under his nose. No wonder they got beaten badly.

The car arrived in the city, and Yu Minglang only then took the clothes of those thugs from the trunk and threw them into the trash bin.

Balan watched this scene and felt deeply moved.

When Yu Minglang got back in the car, he spoke seriously.

"One, you seem to have changed."

"How have I changed?"

"You’re too merciful. Against such bad people, you should eliminate the root." Just now, when Balan was fighting, there was a move that could have crippled one of the thugs, but just as he was about to strike, One stopped him.

This resulted in him not being able to complete the move.

Balan didn’t understand; Yu Minglang clearly could have disabled everyone, but he only let them suffer some flesh wounds, which was a bit different from the legendary War God of the past.

"Everyone has to pay for their actions. Their sins aren’t deserving of death; a lesson is enough."

Yu Minglang was more heavy-handed in his youth, but as he aged, the more power he held, the more cautious he became.

Qian, hearing him say this, lightly reached for the jade bracelet he had given her.

The bracelet had accompanied her for many years, playing a crucial role in helping her control her emotions during her obsessive-compulsive episodes.

At first, she really disliked Yu Minglang’s set of principles, but after years of living together, she was somewhat assimilated. Throwing punches is easy, but he never forgets there’s a limit to everything, maintaining balance and control. This is why Qian has grown to admire him more and more.

Yu Minglang saw her touch the bracelet, guessing roughly what she was thinking, and they exchanged a knowing smile. A true confidant is rare, and having that confidant as your husband is even rarer.

This subtle happiness was something Balan could not understand.

He couldn’t figure out what had changed Yu Minglang, what had tempered his sharpness, but Balan didn’t like this change, feeling it wasn’t the One he knew.

At the hot pot restaurant, Yu Minglang led the people to the vip room that was always reserved by Hai Zhao for these old friends. Balan had been in the country for a while and had eaten hot pot before. He remembered Yu Minglang eating quite spicy food and wanted to order a spicy pot, but Yu Minglang remembered his wife’s period was approaching.

"Let’s have a yuan-yang pot, and a bottle of Moutai."

"Brother, I’m sorry, the last two bottles were drunk by the boss a couple of days ago... How about a Wuliangye instead?" The store manager personally attended to Yu Minglang, knowing this was a distinguished guest of the boss and might become the boss’s brother-in-law in the future.

"No more?" Yu Minglang, remembering he intended to treat Balan to Moutai, was disappointed. He looked at Qian, meaning to ask if there was any at home.

Qian hadn’t foreseen this coincidence; there were a few bottles at home, but she had taken them to her grandmaster’s birthday celebration a few days ago.

At this hour, liquor shops were probably closed. Though Qian didn’t know the story behind the liquor and Yu Minglang and Balan, she could tell it seemed quite important.

"I’ll get some from a friend." Qian intended to call a friend.

Balan intervened, "No need to trouble, let’s drink something else instead. The significance of liquor lies in whom you drink with, not what you drink. I haven’t seen One for many years; I’m already very happy to meet this time."

Yu Minglang felt slightly guilty; it was a rare meeting with a friend, and now there was a minor flaw.

But he also knew Balan’s personality; since he said it was unnecessary, it would be inappropriate for Qian to go out of her way to get some. So he signaled to Qian, who quietly sat back down.

The traditional copper pot came, half red and half white, clearly distinct. Balan looked at the base in a daze, the more he looked, the more he felt that he and One already belonged to two different worlds. As he stared, the steam made his eyes a bit wet.

"Eat, why are you just looking? Our gourmet culture is vast and profound, with refined delicacies rich in content, and this joyful, harmonious, reunion hot pot. Eating casually yet comfortably. Balan, do you remember the mishmash we made in the wilderness using a helmet?"

Yu Minglang reminisced while dropping ingredients into the pot.

"Yes, that pot was delicious. Sometimes I miss that taste, but after leaving my unit, I’ve never had anything quite like it. Even our hometown is swaying in the storm..."

Balan left his words half-spoken, feeling melancholic.

His words gave Qian some insight.

Balan’s homeland was abroad, and it seemed recently not very peaceful. A top-notch talent like Balan would only leave after gathering enough disappointment.

Thinking this way, their reunion was not just about the joy of meeting after a long time, but also evoked some comparative sadness.

The domestic people were living peaceful, thriving lives, and Yu Minglang could always feel the honor in serving the country.

However, the situation on Balan’s side seemed bleak. In chaos, wanting to contribute but with no avenue, he could only wander far from home, feeling deeply affected when seeing Yu Minglang.

Back then, he and Yu Minglang trained together, striving for that glory, yet a few years later, their destinies diverged, just like the yuan-yang pot. Though seemingly in one pot, it already had a dividing line, different flavors representing different destinies.

The atmosphere grew a bit tense.

Qian, timely breaking the tension, pretended not to understand and asked Yu Minglang.