Free Web NovelChapter 903: Chapter 877: Qian—A River of Sorrow Flowing Upstream
It’s almost three o’clock; after running nonstop like this, his body was already sending out signals of exhaustion.
"I didn’t expect her master to actually say something like that—Mei, what do you think about mysticism?"
"They’re two completely different worldviews. You can’t use science to measure certain things in ’The Book of Changes’ and Bagua. Even though ninety-nine percent of the people I’ve met who claim they can tell fortunes or see things are scammers, there are always a few real masters. Rather than saying they know the will of heaven, it’s better to say they’ve summed up a big set of rules."
Yu Minglang nodded. "You could call it a harmonious unity of external environment and internal system, a system of its own." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Regardless of whether ’The Book of Changes’ and Bagua are accurate or not, at least Liumei and Fugui finally got a good ending. If you think about it carefully, Liumei never really planned to break up. From the start, her wording left room; she only said they shouldn’t see each other for now, she never said break up.
Shows she’s not completely stupid yet.
"Why aren’t we going home?" Qian saw him pull up in front of a hotel.
Is he not working tomorrow or what?
"No drowsy driving. I just happened to have some leave, I asked for it so I can go home with you. Isn’t Dalong about to have his exams?"
"...Haven’t you been really busy lately?"
"Just one day is enough to go home with you. It’s too late now, we’ll get some sleep, and tomorrow we’ll drive straight back to Q City."
"Then won’t you still have to rush back the morning after tomorrow?" Qian actually felt bad for him—he was running flat out every single day.
"It’s already not bad; I squeezed this out by working overtime on top of overtime."
"Seriously, normal people at least have Saturdays and Sundays off, and you’re busy every day. Give you one day off and you’re so happy like you scored some huge bargain. What’s the point of making so much money if you don’t even have time to spend it?"
Qian couldn’t say she had no complaints at all.
The company was doing better and better, so him working crazy overtime was perfectly normal—but when employees work overtime they at least get overtime pay. This little boss of theirs works overtime and doesn’t even get overtime pay. That was the most helpless part; even weekends depended on the situation if they wanted to go out.
Technically, Yu Minglang could have Sundays off, but his position came with tons of issues; he simply didn’t have the time. Normally if he was given a bit of fragmented time to come out, that was already pretty good.
"I don’t have time to spend money, but you can spend it for me!" Yu Minglang looked at her dotingly. That was his biggest goal in life—to make his Mei happy every day.
Qian snorted. She was not some money-burning woman. She was busy most of the time too, where would she find the time to spend money? At most she bought some face masks and did some skincare.
Yu Minglang wasn’t as pessimistic as Qian. He was working hard now, but once they had a kid he wouldn’t be worried anymore. They could raise the kid, and when the child got a bit older, they could help share some of this burden.
The two of them booked a room at the hotel, and the moment they walked in, Qian felt something was off.
Looking at the decor of the room, a few big words flashed quickly through Qian’s mind.
Oh, come on!
Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at Xiaoqiang. Since when did this straight-as-steel man have thoughts like this? He even knew about places like this?
She’d have to look it up online later—was this the legendary dating holy land?! Also known as a themed...hotel.
Yu Minglang honestly hadn’t done it on purpose.
He just wanted to find a random place to crash for the night. He wasn’t very familiar with this area, so he just chose the sign that glowed the brightest and looked kind of big, and brought her in.
"Huh, what’s up with this room?" Xiaoqiang walked around in a circle, feeling something was off. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Why was it different from the hotels he’d stayed at before? It looked kind of weird?
Qian’s sadness was like a river flowing backwards. Sigh, if she’d known it would be like this, she might as well have risked driving while tired. The process was different, but the result was the same.
