Yu Minglang was a very good-natured man, especially when it came to Xiao Qian. No matter how much she messed with him or picked on him, he was fine with it. He would happily serve Xiao Qian with a smile. Throughout the meal, Xiao Qian cherished her every whim. One moment she complained about the soup being too hot, the next she disliked the slow pace he took when peeling the crab. Yet, he didnât get angry. He was okay with everything.
Xiao Qian originally wanted to retaliate for his lack of restraint, but when she saw his wide smile and happy mood, she felt more at ease and even started to find him more appealing. It also seemed as if her pain was less severe.
She remembered that in her past life, she would stay angry for several days after a single incident. But now, the sweetness and affection she was experiencing felt wonderful. Even Yu Xiaoqiang, with his shameless and off-kilter poetry, wasnât as irritating as before.
âWaiter!â Xiao Qian called for the waiter, asked for the menu, scanned it, and then zeroed in on one particular item.
âAdd a dish of Yam and Goji Berry Soup.â
âQian Bao, we still have soup, donât we?â Yu Minglang looked at the half bowl of soup still on the table and asked doubtfully.
âThis oneâs for you.â
After the waiter left, Xiao Qian touched his face, half-jokingly, half-seriously, and explained, âFrequent sex can deplete your vital energy, a condition referred to in traditional Chinese medicine as âexhaustionâ. Newlyweds with a high-frequency sex life should drink invigorating, nourishing beverages to balance it. Youâre going to work tomorrow, you donât want to have weak legs, do you?â
This guy was an alien compared to average people. He had such good stamina. Why was it that they share the same pillow, yet her neck ends up in pain, and heâs perfectly fine?
However, he understood her concern as being worried that he might overwork himself, hence she wanted to replenish his energy in advance.
So he responded with emotion, âDonât worry, Iâll give it my all at work and keep pushing forwardâ¦â
Xiao Qian seemed to find something weird about his response.
Once the soup arrived and she fed him the first mouthful, Yu Minglangâs brow furrowed.
âIâve had this before.â
And heâd had it frequently.
âHuh? Where have you been drinking it?â asked Xiao Qian, squinting.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Was someone trying to poach her super Xiao Qiang? That was absolutely unacceptable. Whoever dared to meddle with him would face her wrath!
âMy mom has been making this for me since I got hurt last time. She calls it âsick manâs soupâ. I told them to stop because my shoulderâs already healed, but they didnât listen. I couldnât waste food, so I reluctantly drank the overly sweet soupâ¦â
After his complaints, he saw her conflicted expression and quickly flashed a pleasing smile, âBut the soup tastes exceptionally good when Qian Bao feeds me. Continue~â
ââ¦â Xiao Qian finally understood why her poor Xiao Qiang kept having nosebleeds.
She could guess who was meddling behind the scenes. Having a future mother-in-law who was overly enthusiastic was also quite troublesomeâ¦
On their way home, Xiao Qian needed to buy some herbal plaster to treat her neck pain. But she was too embarrassed to say it directly and only subtly mentioned that she needed to go to a pharmacy. Conveniently, there was a pharmacy not far from the restaurant, but they had to pass a night market to get there.
The two of them walked over there, Xiao Qian told Yu Minglang to wait for her outside, but he eagerly followed her in anyway, his face pleading like a loyal dog not wanting to be left behind. Xiao Qian could do nothing but go along with it.
âI need the pain-relief and swelling-reducing plasterâmy hand hurts.â She said, attempting to divert attention from the real issue.
Yu Minglang shamelessly added while the clerk was retrieving the plaster.
âDurex, the fruit-flavored one. The ultra-thin type.â
âAlright, one moment.â
Xiao Qian was startled, and her face turned red instantaneously. The âthoughtfulâ clerk went to retrieve the fruit-flavored condom, and then pulled out another box of plaster and kindly said to Xiao Qian.
âMaâam, I recommend this plant-based one, itâs much better. If your hand hurts, then what you just picked is the one. Which one do you want?â
Xiao Qianâs face was about to explode, she felt so embarrassed she thought she was about to die. Why did she even try to cover up in the first place? She felt so mortified. She quickly pointed to the plant-based plaster that could be applied to the affected spot without even looking at the clerk and then hurried out, leaving the laid-back Yu Xiaoqiang behind to pick up the condoms.