Feeling his mother's angry stare, Yu Minglang quickly coughed twice as a symbolic gesture, pretending to scold Qian.
"From now on, you can't take such risks, understand?"
"Yes, my lord husband, you're right," Qian pretended to be obedient.
"Remember this, and be careful not to mess around everywhere with the ball in the future, or I'll—"
Yu Minglang placed his hand on Qian's belly, warning her symbolically.
But he couldn't figure out a way to punish Qian, as the show of dominance was merely for his mother; in reality, Yu Minglang's authority at home wasn't as high as his wife's beauty, and it's already good she doesn't punish him.
Mrs. Yu saw her son's bluff but didn't expose it, cheerfully waiting for him to continue talking, thinking, "Keep bragging, go on!"
Seeing his mom and wife both looking at him with the same expression, Yu Minglang gritted his teeth, knowing he had to complete his boast, even if it meant crawling.
