Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Headache Feeling (Monthly Ticket 1000+ Update)
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The first time going to her boyfriend’s house, what should she wear? This was a problem.
If Yu Minglang’s family was affluent, dressing up a bit would show respect; if they were poor, dressing casually would do, to avoid putting pressure on them. Yu Minglang’s family was more complex than that—they belonged to a high-class aristocratic family with deep roots. Dressing ostentatiously or shabbily wouldn’t work.
Although Yu Minglang kept stressing that she looked just fine as she was, Xiao Qian didn’t buy it. A bad first impression would be hard to fix later on.
He took her to a shopping mall in the city, where they began to look for suitable clothes from a mid-range brand.
While Xiao Qian tried on clothes, Yu Minglang sat in the store wearing a standard bored expression that men have when they go shopping. Xiao Qian asked him which outfit looked best, and he just nodded to everything; in his eyes, she looked about the same in anything. Most men acted like this.
Seeing his pained expression, Xiao Qian didn’t push him and chose her own outfit instead.
She eventually selected a green cardigan, which she paired with a white blouse and black pants. The look was both intellectual and ladylike; it made her look mature but not too old and had a touch of scholarly elegance. The buttons were made of pearl, which added a touch of sophistication, emphasizing Xiao Qian’s intellectual charisma without making her look too mature or frumpy.
In fact, if she’d paired the blouse with a tight skirt and black stockings, she would project a completely different image.
Xiao Qian determined that Yu Minglang’s father, who was said to be a very upright man, would likely not approve of her wearing a skirt during this season, so she opted for this outfit as a safer choice.
When Xiao Qian had finished changing, she asked him.
“Does this work?”
Yu Minglang’s eyes lit up, and he turned to ask the salesperson.
“Do you have any men’s clothes in a similar color?”
“Yes, sir. This way, please.”
Xiao Qian rolled her eyes. Was he trying to match clothes with her?
Dating a guy in his twenties and one in his thirties was a completely different experience, even if they were the same person.
In his previous life, Yu Minglang wasn’t so keen on flaunting his relationship with such loving expressions. He was still young back then.
Yu Minglang tried on the green shirt and black pants, and his long legs made the outfit look stylish.
“Stay still.” Xiao Qian crouched down to help him tuck his pants into his ankle boots. Yu Minglang watched her fix his pants and felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.
His little girl was quite considerate after all.
Xiao Qian stood up, took a few steps back, and scrutinized him from both sides before nodding approvingly.
“Please wrap them up.”
Yu Minglang particularly loved wearing combat boots. Whenever he wasn’t at a formal occasion, he’d sport black or desert-colored boots—high-cut in winter and low-cut in spring, summer, and autumn. Paired with his long legs and tight pants, he cut a dashing figure.
She strongly suspected that he was one of those weird guys who bought multiple pairs of the same shoes in the same color and style, then switched them out constantly; otherwise, his shoes wouldn’t have always been that clean.
As the couple strolled together wearing their new matching outfits, they looked compatible—him, tall and handsome, and her, small and delicate. Even the salesperson praised them, saying that they looked better than models.
When they left the store, Yu Minglang muttered under his breath.
“I’ll only wear these damn pants once. Never again.”
Xiao Qian gave him a puzzled look. “Why?”
They seemed to suit him well—quite the handsome fellow.
“…I won’t tell you.” These tight pants, with no elasticity and made of thick, hard fabric, didn’t offer much comfort…
Asian cuts just didn’t fit right around certain areas. Though such tight pants might’ve worked for others, Yu Minglang found them extremely uncomfortable.
Still, he was willing to wear them to match his girlfriend’s outfit—even at the risk of cracking an egg—proving that he was quite a dedicated man.
Xiao Qian couldn’t help but give him a curious look. Holding hands with her and wearing matching clothes cheered him up so much that he could temporarily ignore his discomfort.
“Sing a song for me—the one you used to chant at school.”
“I have a little donkey, and I never ride it-”
“Be serious!”
“One day, on a whim, I rode it to the market-”
“…” Yu Minglang looked at her sullenly while Xiao Qian made a fist and pretended to hold a whip, even gesturing toward the “little donkey” that was driving.
Yu Minglang clenched his teeth. Little girl, once you’ve grown up, I’ll “ride” you as much as you want!
His parents lived in the best neighborhood in the city—a five-story villa. The entrance was guarded, and ID was required to enter. The neighbors were all influential figures in the city, greeting each other as they passed by.
Yu Minglang’s parents’ house was very close to his own—just a few minutes’ walk. After the pair bought their clothes and returned home, Yu Minglang parked the car in the parking lot and then, hand in hand, they walked around the neighborhood with a swagger that broadcasted their pride.
Yu Minglang carried a fruit basket in one hand, holding Xiao Qian’s hand with the other. They deliberately took a detour around the parking lot before heading home. Xiao Qian could feel the many gazes around them, shooting like lasers from every direction. Yu Minglang would stop to greet anyone familiar. “Uncle Wang, are you out walking your bird?”
“Youngest, who’s this girl?”
“My girlfriend, Xiao Qian. Say hello to Uncle Wang!”
“Hello, Uncle Wang!”
This conversation repeated itself at least ten times in a matter of minutes, the only difference being the names being used.
While flashing polite smiles, Xiao Qian whispered to Yu Minglang.
“Is it true that cars aren’t allowed in your building’s courtyard?”
Why did she feel like she’d been duped by this bad guy?
“Of course! Look, the uncles and aunts are old, and the cars pollute the air.”
As if to prove him wrong, a jeep zoomed by.
Xiao Qian looked at him, but he continued to argue.
“It must’ve been an emergency. Doesn’t count.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than a horn blared from behind them. As Yu Minglang turned around, a private Cadillac was honking at them.
The driver stuck his head out. “Youngest, where’s your car?”
Xiao Qian looked at the driver, a man in his forties who bore some resemblance to Yu Minglang. He was chubbier and shorter than Yu Minglang, his fat, smiling face reminiscent of the Maitreya Buddha.
“Elder brother, why did you have to expose me? I just wanted to take a walk with my girlfriend.”
Since he was already exposed, Yu Minglang went ahead and admitted it while holding Xiao Qian’s hand. “This is our eldest brother, and the lady in the co-pilot’s seat is the eldest sister-in-law. You’ve met them before.”
“Hello, elder brother and sister-in-law!” Xiao Qian greeted them and gave Yu Minglang a light pinch on his waist.
The eldest sister-in-law was the female doctor who had previously treated Xiao Qian’s mother. Today, dressed in civilian clothes, her bright eyes fixed on Yu Minglang and Xiao Qian’s clasped hands, she smiled even more warmly.
“Get in the car, well take you both back.”
“No need, I’ll take Xiao Qian on a walk to familiarize her with the area.”
Elder brother hit the gas and drove off.
As he left, a voice floated out from the car window.
“Isn’t our house just behind the parking lot? Youngest, so much effort to walk all the way around, aren’t you tired….”
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