Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Although Arka loved those pervy things like eavesdropping, she still wasn’t shameless enough to come ruin the mood on an occasion like this.

"I’m not going in. I’m here to deliver a gift. I know today’s your wedding day, so I’m giving you a jar of wine. May you celebrate again on your hundredth anniversary, and may your love grow deeper year after year."

Xiaoqiang saw that Arka was holding a wine jar in her arms; it looked like it could hold at least three jin of wine.

"Thanks. Not coming in to sit for a bit?" Qian was being held and not allowed to get down, so she could only turn her head and extend a half-hearted invitation.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to be a good host, but she could feel the change in his body. If she really let someone in now, her poor little Qiang...

"No, I’m leaving." Once Arka completed her mission, she practically bolted. Her skin might be thick, but she still didn’t dare stay—way too eye-searing.

Yu Minglang held Qian with one arm and lifted the wine jar with the other. Qian was afraid he’d drop it, so she took it and hugged it herself.

Their place was on the third floor; he carried her up step by step without the slightest strain. When they got to the door, there were already two boxes sitting outside, one big and one small.

"Huh? What’s this?" Qian looked curiously.

There was even a slip of paper stuck on the big box.

Congratulations to Witch Chen Xiaoqian on your happy wedding.

Who sent this?

Yu Minglang opened the door one-handed, carried her to the bed, then went back to haul the boxes inside. They were pretty heavy.

"I’m calling a meeting tomorrow to do a strict review of the security in our compound. This place is turning into a vegetable market; anyone can just walk in."

Xiaoqiang brought both boxes inside.

Grumbling his dissatisfaction as he did so.

He didn’t know who sent them, but whoever could bypass the guards and leave things at his door was already being provocative. Looks like the compound’s security still wasn’t tight enough.

Qian picked up the small box first. One glance at the handwriting on it and she knew.

"It’s from Shi Touyu."

"Oh, her. Then that’s not surprising." As soon as Yu Minglang heard it was from Shi Touyu, he stopped being surprised. After all, it wasn’t strange for Qiao Zhen to want to come into this compound.

"What is wrong with that girl, making such a fuss? She’s here in Q City attending our wedding, and she already gave me a gift in advance. Why didn’t she just hand this to me directly instead of leaving it at our door? Let me see what this is. Feels so light..."

Shi Yu had already given Qian a hefty gift beforehand. Last time Qian helped her deal with a problem, the Shi Family had never forgotten that favor, and since Qian and Shi Yu already got along well, the wedding gift was extremely generous.

But when Qian saw this little box, she seemed to remember. Shi Yu had said when giving her the previous gift that that one was from her father, and she herself had a separate one.

Qian chatted as she opened the box. Inside, it looked like a piece of clothing.

And there wasn’t much fabric...

"I think we’d better not look." Qian blushed and tried to close the lid.

Yup, totally Shi Tou’s style. What kind of gift is this!

Xiaoqiang had already sensed something off and put on a considerate smile, but his hands moved fast. He pressed down on what Qian was holding and, while he was at it, caught her little hand too.

"How can we disappoint a friend’s thoughtful gesture? Come on, let’s see what your good friend sent us."

Qian cursed him several times in her heart. Show-off much?

He must have sharp eyes and already glimpsed what was inside, yet he was still playing dumb like some innocent baby!

Shi Touyu, that backstabbing friend...

Qian was powerless to struggle inside. Shi Touyu’s taste really was...

"Mm, not bad, very nice, very thoughtful. Qian, we mustn’t waste your friend’s kindness. Let’s put this on tonight."

"Screw you..." Qian sneered several times internally. When she got married, she’d given Qian proper, serious gifts, and this was how this girl treated her in return.

Just you wait, she was definitely mailing a whole box of lube to Shi Touyu later!

"Who sent this one?" Xiaoqiang pointed at the other big box. The writing on this one wasn’t handwritten; it was printed.

Witch Chen Xiaoqian?

Qian stared at this form of address for a long time, trying but failing to remember who was rotten enough to call her that.

But this person had also managed to bypass the guard at her building and deliver things directly here.

"Whatever, let’s open it first." Yu Minglang moved fast; a few snaps and the box was open.

When he opened it and reached inside, his hand touched something cold.

Metal?

And it seemed there was more than one; it felt like the box was full of stuff.

Xiaoqiang grabbed one at random and pulled it out. Qian took one look and her face went scarlet again.

"Huh? What’s this?" Yu Minglang looked at what he was holding.

"Maybe it’s fitness equipment," Qian lied through her teeth.

"My gut tells me this is not fitness equipment." Yu Minglang didn’t know what the hell it was, but his sixth sense told him it was probably something good.

He grabbed another. Huh?

Another one. Huh?

And another. Huh huh?

As a pure-hearted man, if Yu Minglang hadn’t known how to use the first few items, by the time he got to the later ones, if he still didn’t get it, he’d have to be brain-damaged.

Qian’s face went from red to green. If she found out who was this bored, she’d chase them down and chop them into eighteen pieces!

Yu Minglang looked at Qian’s weird expression, and his own eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Nothing worth looking at. I’ll just throw them out." Qian was about to toss everything back into the box when Yu Minglang found an envelope at the bottom.

He pulled it out. It was all in a foreign language, from over there, and since he’d studied it, he could read it.

"Witch Chen Xiaoqian, wishing you a happy wedding. These gifts are from me and Songg Qingwu as your wedding present. We hope you enjoy using them. Since your man won’t know how to—pah! How does he know that just because I don’t have experience I won’t know how to use them? Your bro is good at everything, totally self-taught!" Yu Minglang read and complained at the same time, deeply offended that someone was doubting his ability to handle these gadgets.

Qian clenched her teeth. She already knew who sent this.

Mai!

That Mahadi she shipped off!