Xiao Qian knew that nobody is perfect, and there is no such thing as a perfect person in this world.
Just like that auntie from earlier, even though she was a bit petty and narrow-minded, she still had a simple side to her, always trying to sell her pickles and wholeheartedly advising Xiao Qian to make up with Yu Minglang.
This partially represented peopleâs personalities; they might care about small profits but were also very kind-hearted. Xiao Qian understood why her teacher let Yu Minglang bring her here.
The purpose was to let her witness the life of this family; they had experienced almost every hardship imaginable, yet they were still alive.
The way to overcome fear is to realize that fearful things are not as terrible as imagined.
However, the teacher miscalculated this time.
Even an authority like Professor Liu could not see through Xiao Qianâs dual life memories, and her fear of marriage was not based on an unknown future or overly high expectations for perfection.
She could bear Yu Xiaoqiangâs occasional foolish behavior; the only thing that could make someone of Xiao Qianâs caliber feel fear was her regained angel, Xiao Tian.
That was what she both longed for and feared.
Xiao Qian got up to find a place to wash her hands. When she pushed the door open, Yu Minglang was there holding a basin with a towel on his shoulder, looking at her with eyes like a Husky.
Donât abandon me!
Xiao Qian stared at him in silence for several seconds.
How did he know that her Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder was going to act up?
âI told you to vent your anger at me when youâre upset, donât keep it to yourself. See, your condition is flaring up again, right? Luckily, Iâm well-prepared. I mixed this water with some warm water, so itâs not too cold. Wash up.â
Xiao Qian reached out her hand, but instead of placing it in the basin, she suddenly dumped the basin of water on his head.
Splash~
Drenched Xiao Qiang!
The water was poured so freely and happily.
âAre you silly? Why didnât you dodge?â
âIf I dodged, I would be the silly one! I made a mistake and upset you already. If I acted smart when you were trying to vent your anger, wouldnât you get even angrier?â
And he had the nerve to argue.
He secretly praised himself a million times in his heart: Well done!
Since the treatment plan given by the Psychological Expert didnât work, he had to figure it out by himself. It didnât matter if it cured her or not, as long as it didnât make her angrier, that was a victory!
Sure enough, Xiao Qian was amused and annoyed by his theory, waving her hand at him.
âWhat are you standing there for? Go inside and change your clothes!â
âIâll mop the floor first.â
Xiao Qian dragged him to the room, kicked him inside, and went to find Auntie for a mop cloth.
Yu Minglang touched his kicked butt, smiling happily.
He finally did something right; if Xiao Mei was willing to kick him, it meant that there was still room for negotiation, and it was better than being ignored or being in a cold war.
He quickly took off his wet clothes, which were soaked through, even Xiao Xiaoqiangâs fur was wet; Xiao Meiâs move was ruthless.
Just as he was about to use his clothes to wipe himself, Xiao Qian came over with a new towel.
âUse this! Hurry up and wipe yourself, and then wash your wet clothes by yourself, no one is going to serve you!â
âOkay!â
Yu Minglang smiled at her appeasingly. Xiao Qian glanced at him and turned away.
He tidied himself up as quickly as possible, went out to help her mop the floor, and washed his clothes. After washing, he took the wrung-dry clothes into the room, and Xiao Mei closed the door again. He tried to push it open but found it wasnât locked, just closed.
Xiao Qian was sitting cross-legged practicing yoga with her eyes closed, as if she couldnât see him. Yu Minglang laid out his clothes on the kang edge and said cautiously.
âXiao Mei, Iâm going to put my clothes on the kang, they wonât dry outside overnight. I really didnât come in to bother you on purposeâ¦â
Seeing that Xiao Qian ignored him, he acted bold and sat down, quietly watching her practice yoga.
Xiao Qian knew that he was trying to cure her and the anger in her heart had already subsided, but she didnât want to forgive this fool easily. So she half-opened her eyes to see what tricks he had up his sleeve.
At first, Yu Minglang could sit still, but then he took off his shoes, sat beside her, and mimicked her cross-legged posture, placing his fingers on his knees in a gesture of harmony.
With his height, practicing yoga looked hilarious. Xiao Qian saw him imitating her, and mentally flipped him off in her heart. Then she changed to a more demanding posture that required greater body flexibility. Yu Minglang was no match for this; his stiff body could handle hard kung fu, but not this. Especially when Xiao Qian turned herself into a bridge shape to form a semicircle with her body, a feat Yu Minglang could never achieve.
Xiao Qian completed her pose and looked at him with contempt in her eyes, daring him to mimic her again!
Thatâs how domineering she was!
Yu Minglang surrendered.
His eyes scanned the room and saw the towel he had just used to wipe his body. An idea sprang to his mind: he tied the towel around his head to imitate a landmine thief. Xiao Qian finally burst into laughter.
Seeing her laugh, Yu Minglang felt relieved. At least he managed to distract her from her Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder again. His self-discovered method was to divert Xiao Qianâs attention whenever she felt sad, and not let her dwell on the heartache.
âArenât you embarrassed? Acting like such a fool as a major!â She reached out, untied the towel from his head, and gently hit him without hurting him.
âThereâs no shame in apologizing to my wife at home. I act foolish at home but not outside. Qian Bao, are you still angry?â
âHow can I not be angry? You tricked me today and scared me! Do you know that the snake thing really scared me â Xiao Qiang, why did you do that?â She asked hesitantly.
She felt somewhat hopeful and nervous at the same time.
âI was bewitched, just wanting to get married and have a wife. I made an unforgivable mistake. Iâm not human, I did something that would hurt my future wife. Anyway, everything is my fault. Xiao Mei, you can punish me however you want. If you still feel wronged, you can even hit me with a brick!â
Xiao Qian would be happy to ease her anger at this point, even if it meant Yu Minglang crushing his chest with a big rock.
He stubbornly insisted that everything was his fault, that he was being selfish in wanting to get married and using any means necessary, but he didnât mention the Pre-marriage Phobia at all.
Nothing had to do with her; it was all about protecting her, cherishing her, and loving her this way.
âWhat if I donât marry you because of this? What will you do?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIâll wait! I made the mistake, and I will bear the consequences myself. If you wonât marry me within a year, Iâll wait a year. If not within ten years, Iâll wait ten years. If not within a hundred years, until weâre both gone, weâll be buried together with a tombstone that says youâre my wife.â
Xiao Qianâs eyes filled with tears.
Feeling both angry and heartbroken, she raised her hand to hit him but seeing that he didnât avoid it, she settled for a gentle pinch, âAre you silly?â
She had seen people take responsibility, but never in such a silly yet heartwarming way like him. To avoid burdening her, he did these silly and heartwarming things that made her neither angry nor able to scold or hit him. What a troublesome bad guy, leaving her in such a dilemma!