Chapter 338: Chapter 337 - 311: Facing Rong Yuan

“Lone Wolf was outstanding, but… his death was tragic. In his suicide note, he left half of his insurance to his fiancee, just like mine. So when Zeng Rong saw it, he was reminded of the past. Plus, the love letters you wrote to me weren’t sincere enough-Xiao Mei, I have to criticize you for that. Whenever I asked you to chat with me more and write me some nice letters, you wouldn’t do it.

You’d just send me some perfunctory lines that didn’t seem heartfelt!

Xiao Qian rolled her eyes, “Do you think I’m the kind of woman who’s always sweet-talking? It’s a good thing I even wrote anything.”

Xiao Qian was a woman of action. She spoke less but did more. She rarely clung to Yu Minglang, but the gifts she gave him were always the most expensive, and her love for him was always genuine. This hadn’t changed since her past life.

“If you had listened to me earlier, he wouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I asked you to write eight letters a month, but you only gave me one or two, totaling less than a few hundred words…”

Yu Minglang had been holding a grudge about this for a while, and he finally got a chance to vent it out.

“This isn’t the time to discuss my letter writing, is it? What’s the main point?”

Xiao Qian pulled the conversation back on track.

“The point is, because you wrote too little, he got the wrong idea. You’d better deal with it yourself. When you go back, make sure to pay more attention to writing letters and prevent this kind of thing from happening again. Write more sweet words in the future. As for this problematic guy, you can deal with him however you like. If you still feel unsatisfied after talking to him, just tell me and I’ll handle it.”

Xiao Qian understood Yu Minglang’s intention. He must’ve thought that other methods wouldn’t work on Zeng Rong, and the best revenge would be to make Zeng Rong realize he was completely wrong.

For a man with Zeng Rong’s personality, this matter would probably bother him for a while, making it far better than simple revenge. Apart from getting Xiao Qian’s annoyance off her chest, it would also help Zeng Rong let go of a knot in his heart. Yu Minglang’s consideration was quite comprehensive: it seemed like he was dealing with his old friend, but he also prevented Rong Yuan’s stubbornness and eliminated the possibility of this happening again. He was also mindful of Xiao Qian’s feelings.

When dealing with the hostage issue, Xiao_Qian didn’t act arbitrarily, and Yu Minglang also didn’t handle the matter of punishing the person who leaked the information to her alone. They always discussed things together.

A married couple should make decisions together and not act on their own. Coordination and collaboration were essential, even when it came to torturing others. If each partner had their own agenda,k they would end up being at the mercy of others. Unity meant strength in a family.

However, after walking for only a couple of steps, Xiao_Qian suddenly realized something.

“Xiao Qiang, what did you just say? A suicide note? Did you include me in your suicide note?”

“Uh… yes. But actually, there’s nothing to worry about. It won’t be needed.

Yu Minglang thought to himself that Xiao Qian’s reaction time was quite slow, only just catching up now.

Because Xiao Qian had once broken up with him over this issue, Yu Minglang had been extra cautious and valued his own life very much.

Now that Xiao Qian was asking about the suicide note, his hair stood on end, fearing that she might get emotional about it. He desperately tried to change the subject.

But Xiao Qian’s reaction was even calmer than he had anticipated.

“It’s fine. You’ve reminded me that once my studio is up and running, I should also make a will and include you in it.”

Yu Minglang carefully observed Xiao Qian’s expression. He couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or if she was angry. He nervously followed her and only felt relieved when he saw no sign of any abnormalities after a while.

Xiao Qian was serious. She now somewhat regretted not making a will in her past life.

After taking her revenge, she had committed suicide. If she had left a will, all her money could have been left to Yu Minglang. Since her mother was no longer around, and she had no children, her immense fortune and hundreds of millions of assets were likely to end up in the hands of her Playboy brother.

“When we get back, I’ll give Chen Zilong 100 questions without answers to do, and make him carry water and chop firewood.”

Xiao Qian muttered to herself.

“What did Da Long do to you?” Yu Minglang didn’t know why Xiao Qian’s train of thought had jumped to Chen Zilong.

“It’s nothing. He owes me— while I owe you.”

Xiao Qian looked at Yu Minglang, thinking to herself.

Rong Yuan, Uncle, herself, Yu Minglang, the deceased Lone Wolf, and Lone Wolf’s fiancee—all of them were linked by karma. The seeds planted in the past had grown into the consequences they faced today. Everything they did was connected to their previous experiences.

Those who were pitiable often had hateful aspects, and those who were hateable might also possess pitiable traits. The way Xiao_Qian viewed the world now was slightly different from when she first came back.

“Xiao Qiang.”

“Hmm?”

“A long, long time ago, you shaped my personality as it is today. That s the cause, and the effect is me wanting to be with you now.”

“… Xiao Mei, are you trying to brainwash me with the same method you use on bad people? Just say it in a way I can understand!” Yu Minglang was completely confused.

Xiao Qian smiled and held his hand.

If there was no way to leave her money for the Yu Minglang of the past, she would at least leave herself to the Yu Minglang of this life.

After all, he had once told her that he would beat up anyone who bullied her. She was the female boss he had raised, and nurturing her would take a lifetime to complete.

Yu Minglang took Xiao Qian to the cemetery, where Zeng Rong stood solemnly in front of Liu Shuang’s tombstone with his luggage, offering white chrysanthemums.

He would be leaving soon, and he wanted to give his old friend a bouquet of flowers before departing.

The view from behind was heavy with emotion.

“Old friend, I’m leaving here as well. My health isn’t good, and my family is urging me to go back and help. I don’t know when I’ll be able to visit you again.”

A pair of snow-white hands held a bundle of white chrysanthemums, placing them on the side. Zeng Rong turned around, and Xiao Qian respectfully brought her hands together.

“Is it you?”

Zeng Rong looked up and saw Yu Minglang standing at the cemetery entrance. “Yes, he’s my teacher’s son. It’s only right for me to visit on behalf of the professor,” Xiao Qian glanced at the tombstone, which read: Father Liu Zihan, Mother Liu Linlin.

Seeing Zeng Rong’s puzzled expression, Xiao Qian explained.

“Professor Liu is the doctoral supervisor of psychology at our school, and I am a student there.”

With this connection established, Zeng Rong’s attitude changed somewhat, but he still maintained a stiff posture and pursed lips, unwilling to speak.

“You don’t want to admit what you did to me and Yu Minglang in front of your respected friend’s grave because deep down, you already know you were wrong,” Xiao Qian declared with certainty.

Yu Minglang must have realized this too, which is why he thought of this way to deal with the situation.

“So, you want me to apologize and feel guilty for what I’ve done?”

“No, I want to talk to you about me.”

“You?”

“Yes, about me. I don’t know how Yu Minglang described me to you all, but I’m actually a very bad woman.”

Zeng Rong looked at Xiao Qian, puzzled.