Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 505: Chapter 479: What Are You Doing? (Bonus for 1,200 Monthly Tickets)

”What’s unfortunate? Why would being friends scare you? You like men, not women. My fiancé may be possessive, but he knows your sexual orientation. He can’t be your rival and won’t think less of you, so we can still be friends.”

Qian interrupted Li Zhen’s thoughts.

Li Zhen was left speechless by her words.

”You know that’s not what I mean—”

”Oh, are you afraid I’ll be jealous if you and Xiaoqiang hit it off? That’s even more unlikely. Although you are cousins, Shi Touyu has drawn many manga with themes like this, calling it a ’forbidden love.’ Ugh, these comic book writers and novelists are misleading everyone—rabbits don’t eat grass near their burrows!”

”That’s not what I mean!” Li Zhen hadn’t realized earlier how good Qian was at interrupting.

”So what you mean is, you’re afraid you’ll get together with Yu Minglang and I’ll get jealous? Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, he won’t fall in love with any man or woman. I’m confident in that.”

”I might as well just die then.” All of Li Zhen’s grim thoughts were scrambled by Qian’s interruptions. This girl’s contradictions were extreme; sometimes she’s as strong as a mountain, other times she’s as wild as a little lunatic.

”Go ahead, but once you’re dead, your father will live in despair forever. He’ll blame himself for not raising you well before and regret not taking care of you later. Your mother, already fragile, could be pushed over the edge and potentially die from stress. Every Qingming Festival, I’d have to bring three sets of funeral papers—that’s just too costly...”

Li Zhen was infuriated, ”Why is your mouth so venomous? If you have a grudge against me, come at me directly. Why curse my parents to die early?!”

”This isn’t a curse, it’s the clinical experience of a veteran psychologist. Li Zhen, you cannot believe in me, but you must trust my expertise. If you die now, don’t let your spirit dissolve; watch with open eyes how your parents react. Do you know the pain of sending a child to the grave?”

”Do you know the feeling of being worse than dead? I’m like—I’m like a little baby like this! Look what I’m wearing, why must I live so miserably!”

”You feel miserable, but to your parents, the fact that you’re still breathing is their last glimmer of hope! I once mentioned an athlete who was paralyzed; he cried himself to sleep every night but forced a smile in front of his family—do you know why? Because he knew even living without dignity gave his parents, wife, and children hope for the future. Your sexual orientation is different from others, but you’re a man, a man with responsibilities. Can’t you endure this small setback?”

”I want to be strong, but tell me, living like this, what’s the point? I feel nothing from the waist down; these legs are still attached to me but have no response. I lay in bed while my parents argue outside about me, thinking I’ve fallen asleep, but I can hear every word—they see me like this, I...”

Li Zhen couldn’t continue. Pent-up emotions burst forth; he hadn’t spoken so much to anyone since the accident, let alone had an outburst—his emotions remained bottled up, led out by Qian, slowly diffusing the bitter air.

Meanwhile, Mr. Yu, Mrs. Yu, and Mr. Li were watching him on the monitor. While they couldn’t hear the sounds, they could sense Li Zhen’s emotional turmoil.

”No, he can’t be further agitated. I need to go over there to stop that girl. She can vent her anger and resentment at me, but she shouldn’t treat Li Zhen that way.” Mr. Li couldn’t bear to watch any longer and prepared to stand, only to feel hands firmly pressing on his shoulders.

He looked up and saw Yu Minglang in full military attire.

”Laomao, what are you doing here? When did you get here?” Mr. Yu and Mrs. Yu also saw their son. They had been too focused on watching the monitor, not noticing when Yu Minglang arrived behind them.

Yu Minglang came over as soon as he got the notification, still wearing his training uniform. A closer look revealed dirt on his pant legs, indicating he had been in some special training and took leave to come over.

”I’ve been here for a while.”

Just in time to see how Qian was stirring Li Zhen’s emotions.

”Laomao, aren’t you good at lip reading? Quickly see what they are saying!” Mrs. Yu asked.

Mr. Li couldn’t wait, wanting to stand, ”I’m going over there. All the hatred can be directed at me, not Li Zhen.”

”Sit down!” Yu Minglang put some force, pushing Mr. Li back into his seat.

Mr. Li glared at him, ”Yu Laomao, what do you want to do!”

”Don’t get in the way. My future wife is giving Li Zhen therapy. Li Zhen said he doesn’t want to live anymore and wants to die. My future wife is guiding him to release bad emotions. This is the professional method of a psychologist. You can’t find such a skilled doctor outside.”

”Ah...he doesn’t want to live anymore?” Mr. Li was devastated, helplessly covering his face with his hands to hide his old tears.

”Don’t worry. See, typically when my future wife has a slight upward curve in her lips, a confident light in her eyes, and her chin slightly raised, it means she feels assured in controlling everything. None of you interfere; let her continue the talk therapy.”

”Talk therapy?” Mrs. Yu asked.

”Not what you’re thinking. I’m talking about psychological talk therapy, which we call ’talk therapy!’ Don’t disrupt me, I need to read what she’s saying. What kind of lousy hospital equipment only gives images without sound?”

Reading lips is a very strenuous effort; Yu Minglang was almost unblinking.

His stunning future wife, how even in mere days she’s looking prettier!

Especially this assertive expression controlling the entire situation—he desperately wanted to kiss her. His heart was particularly itchy, but he couldn’t disrupt his wife’s persuasion. No, he could not disrupt his wife’s treatment, so he had to suppress the itch and keep watching the screen.

”What’s Qian saying?”

”She’s provoking Li Zhen to speak out about desperation... oh, turns out she’s a little drinker? Hiding her drinking from me? Last time she still fooled me by saying she doesn’t drink...”

”What?” Mrs. Yu didn’t hear clearly.

”Don’t talk. I still have to watch.” Yu Minglang made a mental note to test this little drinker’s alcohol tolerance when he gets the chance. This cheeky girl drank half a jin of liquor and told people not to let him know?

Hmm, already known!

”Don’t stop me! I want to see my son!” A sharp female voice came from outside, and everyone immediately recognized it.

The aunt is here!

What is she doing here now?!