Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

The green tea dog wasn’t too fond of this lady owner either. It only cooperated with her reluctantly out of respect for Yu Minglang. After all, Yu Minglang was busy with work, and usually, it was just Qian and the hourly housekeeper at home.

The worst part was when Qian came back exhausted from the day, it would look at her with an expression of "Oh, foolish human, aren’t you lucky to be serving this queen?" Qian could only hold in her anger to care for this pretentious green tea dog.

Seeing his wife and beloved pet constantly at odds, Yu Minglang played the role of the mediator, comforting Qian while also consoling his cherished pet, coaxing the "beauty" to bask in the sun and then returning to pacify his wife.

"Wifey, what a life I have! People say it’s tough for a man caught between his wife and mother. They claim the mother-in-law relationship is difficult, but our mom and you are like mother and daughter, with no conflicts. Who would’ve thought that I’d experience this tension between the beauty and you? Tsk tsk, what a colorful life I lead~"

Qian found his banter both amusing and exasperating.

"What are you complaining about? You’ve had such a smooth life, what is there to gripe about? Even if you have this trouble, you brought it upon yourself!"

That was true. Xiaoqiang thought about his current happy life and chuckled. He was just saying it casually.

But Qian had no idea. One shouldn’t speak too confidently. She casually teased Yu Minglang about his overly smooth life, not expecting a crisis to follow, but that’s a tale for another time.

At the moment, Qian admired the necklace Xiaoqiang had repaired.

"Such impressive skills! If the company ever lets you go, we could always set up a stall to fix and repair things to make a living! Your fingers are so dexterous."

"Of course! Back in the day, your husband was a sharpshooter! To this day, no one has beaten the shooting records I set at my old unit," Yu Minglang fondly recalled his glorious days.

"Speaking of which, were you naturally talented?" Qian thought back to how he had saved her in a previous life.

"There definitely is some natural talent, but hard work counts too. Though, to be honest, being in this field really requires talent. Hard work can make someone excel, but there’s a difference from being at the top."

As the old saying goes, diligence can make up for dullness, but that’s not completely accurate. If a dull person is diligent, how do we know the non-dull ones aren’t working hard too?

Around Yu Minglang, there were many young people with great talent who were also constantly striving. Those who stood at the pinnacle were all a combination of effort and talent.

"So, in your view, are you the best? Is there anyone who can compare to you?" Qian didn’t really understand these things, but she wanted to know her man’s true level.

"You cheeky little girl!" Yu Minglang affectionately peeled an orange and fed a piece to Qian. "There’s no such thing as the best. There were lots of talented people at our old unit but, if we’re talking about shooting talent... I do remember someone who might be a bit stronger than me."

"Who?" Hearing Xiaoqiang praise a peer was rare, so naturally, she asked.

"He’s not from around here. I met him while training abroad. He’s called Balan. Though his country is relatively poor, he has exceptional personal talent. He was the only one at the training camp who surpassed me in shooting. Of course, it was only by a tiny margin."

Back then, Balan tied with Yu Minglang in static targets, and there was no clear winner in dynamic shooting either. Finally, the instructor tossed two beer bottles to see who would hit faster with greater accuracy. Yu Minglang was just a bit slower than Balan. Hitting such targets relied purely on intuition, so that’s why Yu Minglang said Balan was the only one who surpassed him in shooting.

"Oh, I see. So the medal you brought back that year was actually for outsmarting the instructor?"

Yu Minglang glared at her. "Nonsense! You know what happened back then. They looked down on us. If we didn’t show our skills, how would those foreigners give us medals? It’s true I was slightly inferior in shooting, but couldn’t I win in other areas?"

Yu Minglang didn’t just rely on his exceptional sniping talent to be outstanding. His tactical command and comprehensive abilities were top-notch. That precious medal was earned through his overall performance.

Qian giggled. Of course, she knew her husband was amazing; she was just teasing him on purpose.

"You’re so naughty. I should find a sour orange to give you, you know? Oranges can be male or female. The female ones are sweet. When I’m not home, buy fruits with the recessed circles; you’ll see a little belly button in the circle, the males don’t have that."

Yu Minglang said while feeding her, and Qian ate with a smile, only realizing after a few segments.

"You’re feeding me with the hand that fed the green tea dog?!"

Even the feeding action was the same! This was intolerable.

The beauty lazily looked up, saw the couple playfully wrestling, and lazily lowered its head again. It never liked this woman; she was always bullying its good friend. Not cute at all!

Qian didn’t like the beauty either; this creature was always bullied by the dog.

The next day, when Qian came home from school, the chaos in the house made her furious.

The housekeeper had just called in the morning saying she had tidied up, but the house was in this state. It was obvious that the green tea dog had caused it.

"Green Tea Beauty! Get out here!" Qian angrily shouted. The beauty poked its head out from the shredded tissues, looking innocent and even let out a bark.

As if to ask, "Dear, what did you call me for?"

"Stop playing dumb! Is this your doing?! My God, you’re supposed to be a working dog! How did you even get selected? I’m seriously doubting how you got picked in the first place!"

Qian put her hands on her hips, getting more upset the more she looked at it.

She now even suspected that Green Tea Beauty did it on purpose. When Yu Minglang was present, it was extremely well-behaved. Working dogs shouldn’t have such poor manners. Even a Chinese rural dog wouldn’t make the house look like it had been demolished, right?

No matter what Qian said, the beauty just looked at her with innocent big eyes, pretending it didn’t understand a thing.

After Qian finished tidying up the house, she turned around to find the creature chewing on the notes she had just brought home, running around with several bite marks on them!

Yu Minglang came home a little earlier today, and immediately sensed the tense atmosphere at the entrance.

He nearly got scared upon entering.

"Oh my! Wife! What kind of madness is this?!"

He saw his wife had tied up the beauty! Properly tied up!

Their extravagant small redwood table had become a prop for binding the dog. The beauty was tightly bound, its long legs dangling to the ground — this scene resembled a village pig slaughter, didn’t it?

Had his wife gone so obsessed with her professional skills that she was bullying a dog?

Qian gave him a cold look. "Just go wait somewhere; don’t disturb my hypnosis!"