Chapter 1197 - 1169: The Young Couple’s Bet

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1169: The Young Couple’s Bet

Qian had already figured that Dalong wouldn’t accept the special recruitment offer from above; even if he did, his comrades from the same intake wouldn’t accept it. They had all gotten in through assessments, and if Dalong were specially recruited just because he saved someone, it would inevitably make people resent him.

On top of that, Yu Minglang was Dalong’s brother‑in‑law. If someone brought this up in the future, they might even spin it into "Yu Minglang deliberately staged a heroic rescue just to get his little brother‑in‑law released."

Dalong helped Qian collect evidence, then got hurt doing a good deed. Yu Minglang specially recruiting him wouldn’t be excessive at all, but for her brother’s future, Qian still chose to extend the assessment period. Dalong went back to sit the assessment right after helping her collect evidence; whether he stayed or not would depend on himself. And sure enough, Dalong lived up to expectations and got a good ranking.

"Wifey, you really do know Dalong best. After you whipped this kid into shape, he’s like he’s been reborn."

"I may know Dalong, but that’s nothing compared to how well you know Mu Xiaofeng. Xiaoqiang, guess whether Mu Xiaofeng is going to wisely retreat at the peak, or take a desperate gamble and kill the dog to silence it?"

"She will definitely find a chance to go after Beauty," Yu Minglang said with confidence.

"How do you know?" Qian had been studying Mu Xiaofeng for a long time but still couldn’t pin down this woman’s true psychological state.

There’s a type of person who’s especially good at hiding their emotions; Mu Xiaofeng always seems to be wearing a mask. What she shows absolutely does not match what’s really going on inside.

Psychologists all get a serious headache when they encounter this kind of client.

"Based on the experience I’ve accumulated over the years, this kind of person will definitely take a desperate gamble. If you really want me to give you an explanation..." Yu Minglang thought for a moment, then suddenly showed a wicked grin.

"Wifey, why do you think Jia Rui in Dream of the Red Chamber stepped into Mrs Fen’s love trap and walked step by step toward his death? From our outsider’s perspective, getting tricked once was already stupid enough, so why did he keep falling for it again and again? Qian, have you ever seen someone bitten by a softshell turtle?"

"I’ve heard about it. You must never tease a softshell turtle; if it bites you, it just won’t let go no matter what. Even if you chop its head off, it still won’t let go."

Qian recalled a funny incident she’d seen when she was little. A neighbor had caught a softshell turtle by the sea, and for some reason his brain must have filled with water, because he decided to tease it with his finger. Didn’t expect it to bite down; apparently it hurt like hell. Qian was still a kid then, and she even took her little brother over to watch. It bit for more than ten minutes and wouldn’t let go. They tried every method they could think of, and none of them worked.

Softshell turtles are pretty vicious creatures; that impression was deeply imprinted in Qian’s mind.

"People like Mu Xiaofeng are just like softshell turtles. Once she sees an opportunity to bite down, she won’t let go. And the bigger the trouble they’ve already caused, the bigger their hearts get; the things normal people would be afraid of don’t scare them at all."

After listening to Yu Minglang’s analysis, Qian finally relaxed.

Her Xiaoqiang had yet to make a wrong judgment so far; having him set the trap and lay out a plan to catch Mu Xiaofeng should be a piece of cake.

"Of course, don’t trust me too much. I’m not some ten‑skills‑master; there are things I don’t understand either," Xiaoqiang said very solemnly.

Huh? Where did the sun rise from today? This thick‑skinned guy is actually being modest?

Qian waited seriously for what came next, only to see him nodding and swaying his head. "As for this business about relaxing your finger muscles... I think we still need to do further research. Wifey, you know I respect traditional culture way too much. In order not to let this traditional culture die out in our household, why don’t you let me try it again?"

"..." Where’s your shame?

Qian stood up to get away from this handsome‑for‑three‑sentences‑then‑utterly‑shameless guy, but Yu Minglang clung to her relentlessly.

Once a guy gets a taste of fun, his integrity gets eaten with dinner. Qian totally regretted ever letting him get a taste of sweetness!

Fine if he wants to play, but he even drags in classical masterpieces as his citations. Truly proves that saying: the scariest thing is a hoodlum with culture!

Worn down by his pestering, Qian’s eyes rolled and a scheme sprouted in her mind.

"Let’s make a bet."

"Oh?"

"We’ll bet on when Mu Xiaofeng gets arrested. If she doesn’t bite within a week, then before our baby turns three months old, you’ll have to solve your problem using those ’literary classics’ methods of yours."

Yu Minglang sucked in a breath. Three months?

His wife was only a bit over one month postpartum now; didn’t that mean he’d have to hold out for another whole month?

"No way, absolutely not betting. Wifey, gambling is extremely harmful, really. We’re red‑rooted, red‑sprouted, how could we get contaminated with such an evil vice?"

Qian watched this shameless guy put on the air of a high‑moral wolf, and she gave a calm little smile.

"No no no, hubby, they say a small bet adds spice to life. The stakes sound pretty big to you, right? But there are benefits if you win. If you can catch Mu Xiaofeng within a week—"

Yu Minglang half‑closed his eyes, looking completely unmoved and uninterested.

Hmph, if it means holding out for over a month, he absolutely doesn’t want to bet.

"If you can catch her, then I’ll do this..." Qian leaned over to his ear and softly whispered two words. Yu Minglang’s eyes instantly went wide, and he shot upright.

"You mean that?"

"My word is iron."

Fishing, right? If you don’t sacrifice some bait, how’s he going to bite?

So Qian watched him sitting there with a conflicted face, as if he were pondering some major life decision.

A minute later, Yu Minglang steeled himself.

"Fine, I’ll bet!"

For the sake of a beautiful tomorrow, fight!

Qian also flashed a triumphant grin. Heh heh, her little hands would finally not have to be so tired in the future.

"If I win, you’re not allowed to go back on it. Wait, you’re the one most likely to go back on it. Wifey, what happens if you default?" Yu Minglang was quite wary.

"Mm, how could you possibly win—" Qian almost blurted out her true thoughts, then hurriedly stopped and put on a serious face. "If I default, I’ll willingly give you my allowance for a whole month, how’s that? I won’t buy clothes or bags!"

"No, that’s useless, I don’t need money," Yu Minglang refused to fall for it.

Qian’s eyes rolled. "Then if I default, I’ll be a little puppy, okay?"

"Great! If you default, you’re a little puppy!"

Qian snickered inwardly. This guy is such a simpleton. It’s not like she’d actually turn into a puppy; she was just teasing him. But Qian had no idea that in Yu Minglang’s head it was all images of her with little ears, wearing a special outfit and sporting a tiny tail. Tsk tsk, life is just too green.

"I’m heading out. Wifey, get to bed early." He got up with his beautiful green fantasies and walked out.

"Look at the time, where are you going?"

"To the office, to start laying out the plan and catch her!"

Fueled by this "high‑stakes bet," Xiaoqiang was like he’d just had a shot of chicken blood. He decided to go back and work overtime, feeling like that beautiful future was waving at him.

Qian made a face at his back; she didn’t believe for a second that someone with Mu Xiaofeng’s IQ would get caught within a week. Thinking about how Yu the Fool would be suffering, all pent‑up and uncomfortable in the near future, Qian felt that as his loving wife she could totally buy two more sets of cooler pajamas to help him... add fuel to the fire?