Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

The weather had already turned cool in the deep autumn, but Qiao Zhen’s back was completely soaked.

Yu Minglang’s side didn’t say anything but sent them a signal to retreat, which made the trained people guess that there might be indescribable trouble inside.

He stood outside like a wooden figure, nervously watching in the direction of Yu Minglang, not daring to breathe loudly, fearing that in a moment of distraction, he’d hear something bad from the front. He was even more afraid that in the blink of an eye, he would lose his most respected partner. Their bond had long surpassed typical friendship, forged through multiple life-and-death experiences.

Everyone else shared a similar sentiment.

Only one person had a different emotion, and that was Liu Miao.

She always felt that her education was higher than Qian’s, given she was in research; thus, she was a bit resentful that such events allowed Qian to steal the spotlight.

"Hey, you over there, I’m talking to you!" Liu Miao pointed at Qiao Zhen.

Qiao Zhen was entirely focused on Chen Xiaoqian and Yu Minglang, so when he heard her, his first reaction was to point at his own nose—was she talking to him?

"Yes, you! I don’t think Chen Xiaoqian can handle it; she’s just a student and only has the lowest-level practitioner certificate. She definitely can’t handle that person. I think you should be the highest rank among us; you go in there and tell them to let me in!"

Liu Miao felt she was speaking with grand righteousness, with a sort of sacrificial justice, not expecting her words to displease those anxiously waiting.

Everyone was worried for Chen Xiaoqian and Yu Minglang; how could they entertain such dispiriting talk?

Qiao Zhen squinted his eyes, fiddling with his hands behind his back, "Oh? You want to go in and replace our sister-in-law?"

"Of course, she’s been in there for so long, she surely can’t succeed. Instead of letting her drag one of ours down, it’s better to swap me in—"

"Bam!"

A loud noise echoed by Liu Miao’s ears, and she screamed, holding her head.

Qiao Zhen withdrew his foot.

The noise was from an empty mineral water bottle, tightly capped and stomped on the ground, creating a loud sound.

"A mineral water bottle can scare you like this, how can you compare to our sister-in-law?" Qiao Zhen flipped her the middle finger, unapologetically calling it crap!

"You! I’ll file a complaint against you!" Liu Miao was so angry she stomped her foot, but Qiao Zhen couldn’t be bothered with her nonsense, so he told the people behind him,

"Get her out of here, don’t let her delay things."

"How dare you! I’m delegated by the unit, I won’t leave, and there’s nothing you can do about it!" Liu Miao protested.

"Drag her away, now!" Qiao Zhen said word by word, and immediately someone complied, finding her too noisy and cuffing her in the car with a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth.

These three hours were also tormenting for Dayi.

Her sister-in-law and teacher, Chen Xiaoqian, was inside, battling the most vicious criminals alongside her brother-in-law.

And all of this was instigated by her son.

Dayi knew that if it weren’t for Panpan being involved in this, Qian would never have intervened. Wang Xiaohong was like a stranger to Qian, yet she intervened resolutely for Panpan.

Outsiders said Qian was an unbelievably clever yet nearly aloof woman, always demanding a hefty consultation fee for her interventions. But in Dayi’s eyes, Qian was the most sentimental person in the world; anyone she recognized and helped was done with utmost dedication.

Everyone called her "The Chief," synonymous with "boss." Outsiders only saw influential figures surrounding Qian, unaware that in all her dealings, if 10 points of effort was needed, Qian would never give only 9. This deeply empathetic yet ruthless woman inspired everyone around her with her unique charisma.

Dayi silently prayed for Qian, willing to do anything as long as Qian was safe.

Everyone anxiously awaited news from Qian and Yu Minglang, with the air seeming to solidify.

They both anticipated and feared any news, making every second tormenting.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, Yu Minglang’s brisk voice echoed from the walkie-talkie.

"Come in and take the person away, and bring the special box up. I’ll dismantle this indescribable object. Immediately notify them to rescue the child, the child’s address is..."

Yu Minglang relayed an address. This was the location Qian managed to extract during the psychological manipulation of Panpan.

On hearing this, Qiao Zhen was so excited he couldn’t move, fearing he had misheard, and with childlike glee, he punched the air, tears welling in his eyes.

"They did it!"

He always knew that they would come through; they were not ordinary, and as a legendary couple, they would work together to create miracles beyond anyone’s imagination.

"They did it!"

Suppressing for so long, the crowd erupted with thunderous cheers, many with teary eyes.

That was the battlefield belonging to them—Yu Minglang and his wife alone—where no one would offer aid, facing highly intelligent opponents bent on causing doom. This seemingly insurmountable task was achieved by Yu Minglang and his wife!!

They did it!

When everyone went up to make arrests, they were shocked by the scene upon opening the door.

The scene inside differed greatly from what they had imagined.

Qian sat on the table, Yu Minglang watched over the dismantled indescribable object and the hostage, while the villain who had caused countless troubles was kneeling on the ground like a frightened rabbit, trembling.

The papers they once used for problem-solving were torn to shreds and scattered on the floor, remnants of the villain’s breakdown.

"Look, all those you harmed became vengeful spirits. Where are they now? Is their next target you or the ’child’ you think is your hope?" Qian spoke with the calmest expression, uttering brutally harsh words.

"Don’t come near! Don’t harm the child!" The person trembled, having endured too much of Qian’s heart attack skill, completely broken.

"They said they won’t haunt the likes of you—a major evil foredoomed to no afterlife. But they won’t spare your child. Your only hope is your son, right? We’ll tell him the kind of person you are, making him despise you for life. Do you think, with a father like you, your child won’t be shunned? You have no future, no hope, nothing at all!"

The most brutal heart attack is to strike every blow to the target, for if they do not fear death, then make them taste something millions of times more terrifying than death.