Chapter 1240 - 1212: Absolutely Not

Chapter 1240: Chapter 1212: Absolutely Not

Throughout the journey, no matter how much Yu Minglang tried to tease her, she just wouldn’t speak, her little temper was in full swing.

But when they got to their building, Qian felt she should stop while she’s ahead; if she went too far, it wouldn’t be good. Xiaoqiang had been teasing her the whole way, and if she continued like this, it could easily shift and escalate the conflict.

Qian thought if this guy just took the initiative to say one more word, she’d go along, lay it all out, and turn the page on this unpleasant episode.

As a result, after talking all the way, when he saw that Qian wasn’t really responding, he stopped talking.

When they reached downstairs, Qian watched him get out of the car without a word and felt frustrated. See! People shouldn’t be too cocky; being too cocky is how you lose favor. It would’ve been great if she’d just gone with the flow just now instead of playing witty. If Xiaoqiang continues to stay silent, are the two of them going to start a cold war again?

Between couples, a cold war is also a common way of expressing dissatisfaction, but Qian, having studied this, knows that a cold war is more harmful than an argument and really hurts feelings.

She berated herself for acting this way... Just as Qian was contemplating how to handle the current situation, she saw Yu Minglang adjusting his clothes and suddenly galloping to the wall, climbing up along the drain pipe like Spiderman!

Qian was startled by him. Just as she was about to shout for him to come down, he was already climbing high up.

Qian didn’t dare to delay and quickly went upstairs to open the window for him, worried that if she moved too slowly, he might fall. Even though her husband occasionally acts foolish, she would feel terrible if he fell and got hurt.

By the time Qian got home, he had already climbed up. He stood on the small ledge outside the window since the window wasn’t open. Qian hurried over to open it, and Yu Minglang jumped in, dusting off his clothes with a pretentious and stern face.

"My wife said I wasn’t allowed to enter the door today, and I promised I’d take her surname if I did."

Qian was exasperated by what he said, "So you decided to climb through the window?"

"I’m a man!" He puffed out his chest, appearing very confident.

A real man must keep his word, and do as he says!

Qian was both angry and amused, and he continued.

"I always keep my promises to my wife. If I said I wouldn’t go through the door, then I absolutely won’t go through the door—Wife, if you’re still mad, I won’t use the door tomorrow either, or the day after. Shall I crawl through the window, too?"

"You scoundrel!" Qian was both annoyed and amused by his shamelessness and punched him playfully in mock anger.

"Who are you trying to scare by not using the door? Even if you climb through windows every day and end up missing an arm or a leg, I won’t feel sorry for you!"

They looked at each other, and Qian couldn’t help but laugh.

Seeing her laugh, Yu Minglang knew this matter was about to be resolved, and he quickly took the opportunity to speak his sincere feelings.

"Honey, can you stop being mad at me, please? If you’re upset, then Da Wei at home won’t be happy either. Let’s talk it out, don’t learn from Shi Yu, who held in so much rage that she gave birth out of it."

"You’re the one who upset me first! You up and left for several days, leaving me bored at home. Don’t you know how boring that is? And you don’t let me work; there’s nothing happening at the school, and then something happened with Chen Lin. It just made me feel blocked up inside. The master came over to help me find a job that’s not tiring to distract me and even gave me treatment to help relieve my emotions, yet you indiscriminately accused me of being indiscreet—"

"I didn’t accuse you of being indiscreet!" Yu Minglang felt wronged; he’s always trusted his wife. He just didn’t quite trust Qio Yu Xuan.

But women’s brains are always about divergent thinking; one sentence can be analyzed into countless possibilities, and they particularly love over-analyzing things.

"Your expression and tone practically screamed that! I’ve been troubled enough these past few days, and you saying that, how could I not get mad?"

She understood Xiaoqiang’s job was one thing, but doesn’t everyone have their share of troubles at home? When you’re upset, and your husband’s not around, and no one to talk to, and someone willing to help share your worries, him saying that was infuriating.

Upon hearing this, Yu Minglang felt regretful in his heart. He shouldn’t have said what he did at the time. Seeing that Qian noticed he was remorseful, her heart softened, and the reason and professionalism that had run away during her anger returned.

"Honey, it’s my fault this time. I don’t know what got into me... It’s strange. Qio Yu Xuan has been to our house so many times, and I’ve never been bothered. Why was I so annoyed this time?"

"I think subconsciously you felt guilty about not being able to accompany me for the prenatal check-up and leaving me at home. But this resentment couldn’t be expressed, so when you saw the master, you shifted your anger, which is human nature."

Men not only pride themselves on having a sense of face but also often transfer their frustration onto others, not just Yu Minglang—it’s a common flaw rooted in the instinct of many men.

When angry, one’s IQ drops. Once the anger subsides and reason returns, a little reflection brings clarity.

Once Qian stopped being angry, her professionalism quickly returned, analytical and precise, leaving Yu Minglang with more guilt towards Qian. Without waiting for Qian to instruct him, he grabbed a cloth and climbed onto the windowsill, adhering to the household rule that mistakes need to be rectified by cleaning the windows.

After the earlier commotion, Qian instead felt relieved. People, every now and then, having a little friction is a good thing. As long as it doesn’t escalate too severely, it can actually strengthen the relationship between a couple. Of course, this was also due to their deep affection for each other and their skillful handling of marital disputes.

Qian settled onto a stool, watching him clean the windows, and Yu Minglang asked.

"Did something happen while I was away? Otherwise, why were you so troubled?"

"Something did happen; Chen Lin got sick."

"Oh? What kind of sickness, do they need us to give money? Do we have enough?"

He had no communication devices these past few days, so he was unaware of such a significant event.

Qian sighed, "If it were a problem that money could solve, would I be this troubled? He has testicular cancer."

"... Erm, does this mean they’re going to have to remove something?" Yu Minglang wasn’t very familiar with this illness.

"Currently, it’s in the chemotherapy stage. But at the late stage of chemotherapy, it’s harmful to the bone marrow, requiring a marrow transplant. For that, matching is necessary, and direct blood relatives have a better success chance. My mom still doesn’t know what to do. They couldn’t find a match with Da Long, and my mom fears he might find me in a few months, so she told me to be guarded."

"Our mom is right, you’re pregnant; how can you match?"

"The chemotherapy will take some time, and by the time he needs a marrow transplant, I’ll likely have given birth."

"That’s out of the question! If there’s a money issue, we’ll provide, but matching isn’t happening."

Yu Minglang knew that donating bone marrow was said to be harmless to the body, and since there are marrow banks, it wouldn’t exist if it were truly harmful. But he had heard from friends who donated that their resistance might drop slightly for 4-8 months afterwards, and their strength goes down a bit too, which usually recovers over time. But his wife will have just given birth, and if she feels weak or discomforts, what about the child?