The more Qian thought about it, the more she felt this was Yu Minglang's fault. Who told him to talk so harshly and ignore her feelings? At best you could say he was being jealous for nothing, at worst he didn't trust her. The more she thought, the angrier she got.
He'd been away so many days, and as soon as he came back he didn't even ask what was going on and started a fight with her, when she still had the child with her!
She sat there sulking, and Yu Minglang was just as full of displeasure.
He couldn't go far, worried that Qian would get mad and run out in the middle of the night, so he sat on the flowerbed in the compound staring in the direction of home. He wanted to go buy a pack of cigarettes, but when he patted his pocket it was cleaner than his face.
A dignified vice president couldn't exactly run to the supermarket and ask if they could put it on his tab, so he could only sit there, looking toward home and stewing.
