Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Qian leisurely moved her sunglasses from her nose, took the beer handed over by Qiuqiu, clinked bottles with him, and then lazily began to speak.

"Want to ask me how to confess to Bai Jin? Want to give her a romantic memory?"

Qiuqiu chuckled; Qian is indeed extraordinary, truly foresighted!

"I don’t know what she likes either, just want to give her a surprise. Qian, what do you think would be suitable?"

He and Bai Jin weren’t love at first sight; their feelings grew over time. As they got to know each other better, they realized they were the right ones for each other.

Because he cares, he doesn’t want to settle. For the past few days, Qiuqiu has been mulling over how to confess to give Bai Jin, who’s been through a lot, a fond memory.

Such matters should naturally be asked from Qian; when it comes to insight into human nature, who can compare to Qian?

Qian drank several gulps of cold beer, then spoke slowly.

"Say whatever you want; in my observation, as long as you speak up, she’ll agree immediately."

The feelings between these two are apparent even to a fool; now it’s just a matter of who speaks first.

Qiuqiu burst into a big smile, with a hint of shyness.

"Can I really say anything?"

"Of course. My sole advice to you is to say it sooner rather than later; you wouldn’t want her to beat you to confessing, right? Based on my analysis of Bai Jin’s character, if you don’t speak, she’s going to take the initiative."

People of this character aren’t pretentious; the feelings are already overflowing, and someone will undoubtedly reach their limit.

Qiuqiu definitely doesn’t want Bai Jin to mention it first; he still considers himself a man.

As a man, one should be proactive!

"Then I’ll tell her in a bit!" To bolster his courage, Qiuqiu downed his beer, yet the alcohol content seemed insufficient to fortify him, so he drank more, bottle after bottle.

In the sea, even though Bai Jin was swimming, her eyes were consistently focused on the people on the shore. Shi Touyu swam over to her, noticing Bai Jin’s gaze, and her eyes twinkled.

"Bai Jin, do you want a very unique memory?"

"What?" Bai Jin snapped out of her reverie, looking at Shi Touyu in confusion.

"If you like him, just say so. After all, a woman chasing a man only faces a thin veil. Our slogan is to confess our love and leave them with no confessions left to make!"

When Qiuqiu kicked her into the sea, Shi Touyu had to mess up his confession plans, and the little imp inside Shi Touyu laughed triumphantly.

Having been with Qian for so long, her perspective on people and things naturally grew broader. Although Shi Touyu couldn’t hear what Qiuqiu asked Qian, she deduced from Qian’s words and Qiuqiu’s frantic drinking that he was going to break through that window paper.

"What if...he rejects me?" Bai Jin hadn’t expected her secret to be discovered, her face flushed red, her heart racing.

Can she confess?

Though Qiuqiu has always considered himself a man, and Bai Jin’s own sexual orientation differs from others, she feels Qiuqiu’s gender doesn’t matter. Whether he is male or female, it is still him she likes—a liking so intense that she can no longer conceal it, making her particularly happy just seeing him.

"If he rejects you, I’ll give you a bag! Really, if you don’t believe it, let’s bet!" Shi Touyu had just lost a bag to Qian and was feeling indignant.

"Your stakes in this bet are beyond what us middle-class folks can afford." Bai Jin was realistic; Qian and Shi Touyu often bet with bags and watches, which are equivalent to her annual salary.

"If he rejects you, I’ll give you a bag. If you succeed, give me a few sweet couple photos of you two. Though I’m no longer a professional comic artist, I like drawing small stories in my spare time for fun. I love your interactions with Qiuqiu; provide some material for me, and I might publish a love comic of you two in the future, okay?"

This proposal was particularly appealing, and Bai Jin’s eyes lit up.

"Can I write the script?"

"Sure, absolutely! I’ll do the drawing, and you provide the prototype and script. If we can’t publish domestically, we’ll release it overseas; it will surely be a hit! If circumstances allow, I plan to print our illustration characters on my family’s new medication boxes; my beverage shop can also use your themed merchandise!"

The two agreed quickly but had no inkling of where the future would lead.

Qiuqiu drank one bottle after another, but the light beer failed to summon his courage, instead stirring up a need to relieve himself.

"I can’t; I have to find a public restroom, drank too much..." Qiuqiu clutched his belly, looking around for a restroom, "Qian, don’t leave while I’m gone; I have more to say to Baihe!"

Qian waved her hand, signaling him to go without worry.

His gender identity disorder stubbornly refuses to admit he is a woman, reflected in some details.

For instance, he resolutely avoids going into the water at the beach because he doesn’t want to wear women’s swimwear yet doesn’t want to expose his body either.

Even when choosing a restroom, he opts for closed single stalls that both men and women can use, avoiding gender-segregated group restrooms, which means Qiuqiu has to drive far to find one.

Thinking about confessing, Qiuqiu’s mood was uplifted.

After a bumpy road, he finally met his destined one. Based on Qian’s words, Baihe seems interested in him too; so would the future be filled with mutual love and affection...

Qiuqiu even imagined having the chance to get registered overseas, then the two of them would strive together to buy a house. His career has just started, everything is booming; though they might not live in luxury, he can provide Baihe with a stable life, and when the time is right, adopting a child would be nice too.

The future couldn’t be more wonderful.

The seaside restrooms are segregated by gender, but he refuses to use them. Having been around often these past days, he is familiar with the terrain, so he drives for 5 minutes to a hospital by the sea, where restrooms aren’t segregated by gender.

Happily addressing his physiological needs, Qiuqiu pulls up his pants, ready to leave, when suddenly a conversation outside prompts him to pause.

This voice, it sounds so much like his cousin’s?

His cousin is his dad’s assistant; where his dad is, his cousin is too. But why are these people not staying in their hometown, instead coming to Lishi?

"Brother, do you think we can keep uncle’s matter from Qiuqiu, being in the same city, unlikely to meet?"

The conversation outside makes Qiuqiu stop with his hand on the doorknob. What could they be hiding from him?

"There’s no choice. To treat this illness, we must come here, or go abroad. But you know, Qiuqiu is here, and he can’t be at peace about it."

What illness? Qiuqiu is stunned.

Images of his old man coming to grab him, showing signs of aging, and uttering those words flash through his mind.

Qiuqiu, dad is sick, there’s not much time left. Could it be...?!

No, no, this can’t be true; the old man is cunning. Is this a scheme, calculating his schedule, coming to intentionally let him overhear?

Hmm, it must be that!