Chapter 1051 - 1024: Yu Xiaoqiang Shot in the Head
After the demise of tea-red summer, a slightly desolate autumn wind arrives.
In the blink of an eye, the freshman’s belly started to show a bit, and every day it’s pampered by the second brother as if it were precious.
The semester began, and Chen Xiaoqian entered the last year of her graduate studies. On the opening day, her aunt flow happened to come along, forcing Yu Minglang to make an emergency stop on the road to school to buy disposable panties and sanitary pads at a convenience store.
Then once again, he sighed in regret at his failure to make a baby.
What happened to those sayings about effort being rewarded?
Why were others’ fields successfully sown, but why was he still missing the mark?
A thousand words condensed into one sentence—
"Which counter has the winged sanitary napkins? Thanks."
The sales clerk blushed; such a handsome man, yet so considerate—such good men are rare these days.
A few minutes later, Yu Minglang returned to the car with a black plastic bag, while Qian in the back seat was about to collapse.
Clearly everything was normal when they left home. On the road, wanting to buy some breakfast, she just shifted positions to get out of the car when he dragged her back in, only to see a piercing red on the seat—the aunt’s surprise attack—every girl’s worst nightmare.
It came without warning or consideration, just like that!
Even her car seat got stained.
"Find a place, I need to change my skirt."
The most disheartening thing— on the first day of school, she wore white pants and turned into a Central Plains crimson!
"I’ll find a quiet place, you can change in the back seat, anyway, our car windows are tinted with dark sunscreen film, no one can see inside."
Yu Minglang handed her the plastic bag.
"Did you buy me pants?"
Qian saw him handing over a big bag, then looked at the time. It was definitely too late to go home to change or find a store, so she’d have to make do with the car.
"I did, I saw the supermarket happened to sell clothes, so I grabbed a pair of pants for you, might be a bit big."
How could a supermarket sell clothes?
The answer came when Qian pulled out the clothes from the bag, leaving her speechless.
"Is this what you bought me for pants?"
Xiaoqiang didn’t understand her collapsing expression.
"That’s what the clerk recommended."
"How did you ask the clerk?"
"I asked if there were women’s pants."
"What did she say?"
"She pointed this one out, and I thought the color was fresh, neatly folded on the shelf, and she said this pair of lake blue pants are mid-thickness and durable."
So he bought it for his wife.
Qian rubbed her temples, "Did she also tell you these pants are especially durable, don’t fade and don’t shrink?"
"Wow, wife, how did you know?"
"Because these are labor protection pants—a work uniform! My heavens, how could you buy this for me?"
There are no large malls or specialty shops on the way to school, and Yu Minglang never purchased clothes before, he simply saw pants and bought them.
How could he know that the pants sold in such small supermarkets were for factory workers to wear?
The autumn weather was slightly cool, Qian wore a white long-sleeve shirt, originally paired with the same brand white pants, now swapped for factory labor protection pants—the sight was simply too beautiful to bear.
"Forget it, I’ll go home and change clothes."
How could the first day of school be so unlucky?
Yu Minglang wanted to sincerely advise her, "Actually, a white top paired with dark blue pants looks great, very retro. Didn’t those foreigners in Fashion Week she made me watch have fun with retro mixing too? Soft top materials matched with hard materials, light colors versus dark colors, ah, what a perfect color match, how could this little woman be so picky?"
↑These thoughts were all products of a straight man’s aesthetics.
Qian simply couldn’t imagine showing up on the first day of school dressed like some mix-and-match eccentric—she who values her image can’t let a straight man’s warped sense of beauty ruin her.
Her image as a goddess in her alma mater was well-established, the idol in many juniors’ hearts. Yu Xiaoqiang’s hopeless aesthetic she’d given up on, but Qian still cherished her little reputation. She wasn’t about to go to school dressed like this!
Seeing her expression, Yu Minglang knew to stop babbling— babbling leads to getting beat—though he was really not convinced.
Buying his wife sanitary pads, also buying pants, from inside to outside yet still being disliked by his wife?
Qian was prepared to skip her first class, ready to embrace tardiness when Mr Liu’s call came through.
"Chen Xiaoqian, are you at home growing mushrooms? What time is it and you’re still not here?"
"Uhh... teacher, actually I have some matters to attend to here, I was planning to—"
"Ten minutes for you to get here, I’ve got something urgent, you need to substitute a class for me!"
What the heck? Let her wear labor protection pants standing on the podium!? Being "admired" by juniors?
Qian was petrified, feeling she’d been thunder-struck inside and out.
"Teacher, can’t someone else do it? My skill level is really... limited."
The main problem was, she was also wearing labor protection pants!
"I know your level well, if you can’t do it, who can? This class isn’t just about substituting, more importantly, there’s a special case patient among the new students I want you to pay attention to, it’ll be helpful for your follow-up."
"I want to decline..."
Qian fiercely glared at Xiaoqiang enjoying the spectacle— it’s all your fault!
Xiaoqiang looked innocent, he hadn’t done anything!
"In short, you’ve handled this kind of case relatively little, interacting will still be advantageous. Come to my place after class to report the situation."
Mr Liu’s attitude towards Qian was akin to the second brother’s attitude towards the freshman now.
Whatever good stuff, the second brother wanted to feed the freshman, hoping he’d grow white and plump, mother and child both healthy.
The second brother was giving the freshman bodily nourishment, while Mr Liu was supplementing Qian’s skills—at the sight of every special case, he couldn’t not give it to Qian, relentlessly nourishing her!
"Then tell me, what’s wrong with this magical patient forcing me to wear work pants on stage? What’s her name?"
Hearing Mr Liu’s tone, Qian knew she couldn’t escape, now thinking Mr Liu was definitely in menopause, gradually resembling her mom—nagging, albeit impressive nagging, not repetitive—using advanced tech skills for protracted brainwashing.
"Her situation is particularly unique, you’ll understand upon contact—not speaking further, I have urgent matters—you take note of the classroom..."
After saying a classroom Mr Liu hurriedly hung up the phone.
Yu Minglang finally seized a chance to speak.
"Wife... what kind of skill are you practicing? Squatting in a horse stance while on the phone?"
His wife’s posture just now was like squatting in a horse stance in the rear seat—neck clamped with the phone, holding that despised labor protection pants!
The response was Qian’s labor pants whacking his head!
"You pig-headed thing! I already stained the front seats, do you want the rear to be stained too?"