Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Anything related to further interrogations isn’t under Yu Minglang’s control; he needs to wrap up the meeting quickly so he can chase after his wife. He fears she might run off with her luggage if he gets there late...

At this moment, Yu Minglang’s mind is filled with the image of Qian dragging her suitcase and moving away, coupled with her indifferent expression. She might never sweetly call him hubby or Xiaoqiang again... Let alone those pet names, she probably won’t even call him "Yu Minglang" in anger.

It’s heartbreaking just thinking about it.

Yu Minglang keeps up a heavy and somber atmosphere, while the person hosting the meeting breaks into a cold sweat from his chilly demeanor and offers an apologetic explanation.

"This is a directive from above, initially a verbal notice; the formal written document will arrive shortly. We’re instructed to comply for now."

"Verbal notice doesn’t work; get a written document from the higher-ups! They’re dumping useless people on me all day long; what external help? Our unit is full of talent, we don’t need external aid!"

"From this, it sounds like you have significant opinions about me." A female voice, not belonging to anyone in the meeting room, rings out from the doorway.

Xiaoqiang, still in a rage, answers without reservation.

"Do I even know who you are—who?!"

Huh, are my eyes deceiving me?

Yu Minglang fears he’s seeing things, staring unblinkingly at the woman standing at the door.

The woman who entered with others looks remarkably like the wife who’s already angry at him and planning to run away with her bag.

No, no, his wife should be in Q City right now, full of fury. How could she suddenly appear here?

Yu Minglang’s IQ, exceeding 150, has momentarily deserted him, leaving his mind blank.

He can only watch as the woman who looks like his wife, sounds like his wife, and even walks with a similar gait approaches the meeting table, standing just a meter away.

He can even smell her unique fragrance; this is his wife, without a doubt!

Qian steps in and immediately spots her idiotic husband.

Once she sees him, she regrets it—Yu Minglang’s state is truly alarming, clearly anxious and distressed. She regrets if she took the joke too far, fearing she’ll scare this silly Erha too much in such hot weather.

The room is full of personnel from the city’s various units responsible for arrests, along with other brother departments participating in the action from other cities. These folks in different uniforms can’t ignore his gloomy expression.

Qian was just being mischievous, yet seeing his current state fills her with regret. She stands beside him, ready to quietly reassure him that she’s not actually angry and ease his mind, once she’s introduced.

However, before Qian can speak quietly, someone else has already taken the highlight.

"This is Mr. Chen Xiaoqian, winner of the national psychological professional competition. She’ll act as external support, responsible for psychological research concerning the suspect, and she’s also—"

Before the introduction could finish, a certain man couldn’t hold it in and leapt up. Ignoring the formal occasion, his eyes fixated solely on his wife who might leave at any moment.

"Wife! Am I hallucinating?"

He pulls her into an embrace, forbidding her from leaving!

The meeting room falls silent—what, what is happening?

Qian rolls her eyes, feeling a bit heated as she silently scolds herself.

Well deserved, serves you right!

You fool around recklessly, scare people for no reason—payback has come, hasn’t it?

Look at how scared Xiaoqiang has become, losing all reason, grabbing her in front of all these people!

Qian soothingly pats his waist, calming his out-of-control emotions, while scanning the meeting room with the corner of her eye. Judging from the seating order, her husband seems quite formidable here, which slightly eases her mind.

Whew, luckily no bigger boss is present. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing in front of the leaders!

"Alright, alright, I was just joking with you, everything’s fine; let’s finish the meeting, we’ll talk later," Qian tries pulling Xiaoqiang’s thoughts back into reality. But having scared himself silly earlier, his mind fills with terrifying thoughts of his wife leaving him, making even a single sentence unable to bring his intellect back.

"No way, you promise, you won’t divorce me! No leaving home! Once you promise, I’ll let go; you can punish me however, but don’t leave!"

Thunder rolls in Qian’s heart; she doesn’t even need peripheral vision to feel all those eyes in the meeting room eagerly watching for gossip, sighing quietly in her heart.

Hubby, it’s not that I’m not providing an exit for you, but these life-risking idiotic acts...

Given the situation, Qian has no other choice but to stabilize this guy’s emotions—otherwise, who knows what foolishness he’ll commit. She doesn’t want anecdotes of them being fools to circulate here; his thick skin won’t trap her.

"I promise, can you let me go?"

"You’re really not going to run?" He loosens his grip slightly, still pressing with concern.

Rolling her eyes, Qian responds, "I promise I won’t run, okay?"

This scene is truly captivating.

Everyone watches intriguingly.

The tension from the capture operation has all nerves tightly wound; suddenly having such a dramatic episode truly brings delight and joy, especially witnessing the ever-unbeaten cold-faced War God of a Mr. Yu in such a gleefully contrasting state—it’s worth every watching moment!

And people are still quietly chatting.

"Looking at this behavior, all his talk about his family status must be bragging." Some covertly inquire.

"Don’t say nonsense!" The asked person replies righteously, then adds quietly, "We can privately have an in-depth discussion about this issue."

No need to discuss further, the truth is evident!

Someone’s consistently boasting about having all sorts of status, his wife loving him in endless affection that’s touching the heavens and moving the earth—all of it is evidently clear today, leaving no room for doubt!

Almost everyone simultaneously has a thought pass through their minds.

Why are cows flying in the sky?

Because our dear Mr. Yu is blowing them from the ground!

Having received Qian’s promise, Yu Minglang finally relaxes a little, regaining some rationality. Seeing everyone’s playful, gossiping gazes, he feigns nonchalance, calmly returning to his seat—his expression, style, and aura fitting his cold-faced War God nickname.

But everyone’s eyes aren’t blind; seeing the ever-cool Mr. Yu, his hand hasn’t let go, tightly holding Mr. Chen’s hand. Even if it’s under the table, thinking others can’t see it, all present are sharp-eyed—capable of catching criminals, never mind openly holding a beautiful woman’s hand.

Click click, how terrified is he that Mr. Chen might run away? For goodness sake, he’s a person of status—such lack of security, is it really necessary?