Chapter 1152 - 1124: Yu Xiaoqiang vs. Nong Yao Senior Brother

Chapter 1152: Chapter 1124: Yu Xiaoqiang vs. Nong Yao Senior Brother

Qian wasn’t sympathetic to Nong Yao at all; after all, he was the one planning to scare her, not the other way around.

So Qian warmly hooked her arm around Aka’s, "Come on, Aka, let’s go to my place for some tea. I just got some good tea leaves, and chatting over tea in winter is just the best."

"But my senior brother—"

"Don’t worry about him. My Xiaoqiang will take good care of him. Come on, Zheng Xu, you too, let’s head up together."

Qian dragged Aka along, with Zheng Xu following behind. Zheng Xu, seeing Mr. Yu wrist-locking that handsome man, immediately realized what’s going on.

This trouble-making couple, anyone who gets involved with them is doomed.

"I haven’t even talked to my senior brother yet!" Aka kept looking back.

"With my Xiaoqiang around, what are you worried about? Or do you not want to have tea and chat with me? My tea leaves are only for friends, you know."

Friends!

Those two words sounded so pleasant that Aka immediately forgot about his senior brother, happily hooked her arm around Qian and walked away without a glance back.

Zheng Xu watched the whole thing, shaking his head internally.

This blonde girl seems smart but is actually quite foolish.

Chen Xiaoqian, this she-devil, can lure anyone just with her words; who knows what havoc she’ll wreak on her next.

But seeing Aka’s cheerful profile, Zheng Xu withdrew his hand that was ready to grab the blonde girl, and thought, well, if she chooses to be swindled by Chen Xiaoqian, I won’t interfere.

Nong Yao watched his little junior walk away without a backward glance, ready to ask what’s going on when he saw a tall man in a military uniform approaching him.

"Please show your ID card." Yu Minglang reached out solemnly.

"What?" Nong Yao was puzzled.

"Please show your ID card. I find your behavior in our designated area suspicious and suspect your motives are impure. Please show your ID card."

"I don’t have such a thing." Nong Yao’s parents had immigrated from this country, and he was born abroad, seeming like a local but holding foreign nationality.

"Oh, you don’t? That might be troublesome for you." Yu Minglang intentionally stalled, although his back was to Qian and her group, he could still precisely estimate Qian’s pace.

By now, his wife should have entered the yard, and in another minute, they’d turn the corner and be out of sight.

"I don’t have time to chatter with you." Nong Yao didn’t know who Yu Minglang was, but based on his attire, he guessed he might be a soldier or officer.

Nong Yao wanted to call Aka, but suddenly Yu Minglang stepped forward, and kicked at his stomach!

Nong Yao dodged and angrily shouted, "Are you crazy?!"

"Well, I have a condition that requires constant treatment." Yu Minglang said, delivering another kick, while Nong Yao fought back, refusing to yield.

Nong Yao was Qio Yu Xuan’s top student, well-versed in martial arts. As his leg collided with Yu Minglang’s, he sensed that this handsome man’s skills couldn’t be underestimated, even though Nong Yao himself wasn’t keen on a prolonged fight.

So, he stepped back and said to Yu Minglang.

"I’m here for business, I can show you my passport, and my friends are up ahead, I can call them to testify."

"Oh." Yu Minglang nodded, his hand moving subtly in his pocket.

Nong Yao thought Yu Minglang had agreed, so he opened his mouth to call Aka.

"Aka!—Ugh!"

Yu Minglang swiftly lunged forward, sticking something into Nong Yao’s mouth, nearly choking him!

"What the...?!" Nong Yao pulled out the item from his mouth, finding a paper stick with a flat chocolate lollipop...

Yu Minglang smiled innocently.

"Homemade creamy lollipop, does it taste good?"

"...Are you crazy?!"

"Is it wrong to let you taste the flavor of home?" Yu Minglang figured that Qian had already turned the corner with her guests and stopped talking with Nong Yao, instead attacking again!

"If you don’t want candy, try the fist!"

For scaring his wife, causing trouble, and messing things up, I’ll teach you a lesson!

Nong Yao, fueled by anger, wondered how he encountered such a mad person in a country known worldwide for its law and order.

From stuffing sweets into people’s mouths to attacking unprovoked, what’s the deal?

So Nong Yao ceased his patience and began brawling with Yu Minglang.

The two exchanged punches back and forth, fighting fervently.

Nong Yao, skilled beyond Aka, actually held his ground trading dozens of blows with Yu Minglang.

The guard at the door saw this and hurried over, watching Nong Yao warily.

"Stand back, I’ll handle this," Yu Minglang dismissed the guard, following with a sweeping kick.

Nong Yao, distracted by the guards, failed to block, and Yu Minglang struck his shoulder, sending him stumbling back, realizing the anomaly.

This man appears to belong here; Nong Yao noticed that once Yu Minglang spoke, all the guards stood at attention.

Could this not be a misunderstanding?

"Friend, we’ve no past grievances, no recent quarrels, why such heavy-handedness?"

"Nothing personal, but..." Yu Minglang’s words weren’t complete, yet another blow landed on Nong Yao’s face. He, for a moment concentrating on the talk, soon found himself outsmarted, anger rising.

How could this man be so devious? Sneak attacks!

Yu Minglang, savoring victory, held back, disdainfully "I hit you because I did, no need for needless words!"

Why justify beating someone who aimed to scare his wife?

In Yu Minglang’s mind, one thought prevailed: Hit hard, end quickly, toughen this rascal up!

Zheng Xu couldn’t fathom why he ended up brewing tea, standing in Qian’s kitchen irritably.

He remembered being invited to drink tea.

Yet once inside, Qian directed him straight to the kitchen with righteous words, asking if he’d prefer microwave-brewed tea.

Xu naturally refused, being a gourmet! He ate only the finest foods, drank only the best teas!

He had once disastrously tasted Qian’s microwave concoction and avoided floral tea for half a year.

So here he was, pushed into the kitchen...

Zheng Xu sought tea leaves, reaching for the intricate upper cabinet when suddenly something fell, hitting Xu’s head!

Zheng Xu picked up the lightweight box, noticing the unopened packaging covered in squiggly symbols. The ’3-pack 0.01’ marking stunningly obvious, Xu’s lips twitched—could this day worsen?

Is Mr. Yu mentally skewed?!

Absolutely, he’s warped!

What normal person stores such things in the kitchen?!