Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 518: Chapter 492: Steady Progress (Extra Update for 1,500 Monthly Votes)

”Alright, if you can make the old lady listen, whatever you want, your uncle will give it to you from his stash, although I’m not as wealthy as your aunt.” Uncle was amused.

”Since we’re relatives, I wouldn’t feel right accepting too much. Instead, why don’t you keep the money? My aunt has some unwanted jade stones or something, just casually give me one or two, I’m not picky. I’ll ensure she tones down her emotions, becomes a good wife and mother, and doesn’t cause trouble for you.”

Stones... Mr. Li instantly understood, referring to those raw jade stones in the study, right? Mrs. Yu also laughed.

Those were forcibly taken by my aunt. They were premium stones that Qi Yue opened, saying they were raw stones, but they’ve been exposed with windows cut, showing the jade inside; he was unwilling to cut them, so he gifted them to his sister. My aunt went to the Yu Family and took them away forcefully.

Qian didn’t hold back, ”However she took them, that’s how she should return them to us!”

”If you want them, I’ll give them to you, as long as you can keep your aunt in line. I’ll even gift my treasured purple clay teapot. It’s not something I give lightly; it’s a limited edition made by an old friend who is now too old to make them.”

”Qian, hurry and thank your uncle!”

Upon seeing Mrs. Yu’s attitude, Qian immediately thanked Uncle without hesitation, knowing it’s very valuable.

Such literary playthings may not show their worth now, but a good purple clay teapot could sell for hundreds of thousands in decades, especially if it’s made by a master who no longer crafts them.

As implied, once the master passes away, the value will skyrocket. Qian the philistine doesn’t understand its artistic value, preferring to measure it in houses, estimating the teapot, in 10 years, might be equivalent to one or two houses.

Qian’s principle is whether she understands appreciating these artworks or not, as long as they can be sold for money, they’re good.

”After treating Li Zhen, I’ll draft a detailed plan for you. Follow what I say, and you’ll enjoy the status of a man in a feudal society at home.”

”Is that really possible?” Uncle thought Qian was joking.

”Cases as severe as Li Zhen’s aren’t common; most people, like Aunt, aren’t pathologically ill though not living fully aware. We don’t call such people patients but consultants; as a psychotherapist, we can definitely address these issues. It’s not that there are many patients around, but frankly, everyone requires emotional counseling—love, career, family, friendship. We handle it all because we fit human behavior into our professional framework where everyone finds their position.”

Much of Qian’s past life work involved similar emotional consultations, like unhappy marriages or husbands secretly loving other women. Truly pathological cases are few, yet everyone faces emotional or other issues, which is quite lucrative.

”What’s the root cause of my son’s illness?”

”It’s a psychosomatic disorder due to compulsive concern, as I discovered yesterday. His illness relates to previous sexual orientation discrimination, fearing misunderstanding and magnifying fantasies over physical disability, leading to nervous body impediments. The root lies with you.”

”Me?” Mr. Li exclaimed in surprise.

”Yes, fathers have unique positions in their children’s minds, but you haven’t understood his orientation issue, giving him tremendous psychological pressure. Today I want you to join the treatment so that you and your son can frankly discuss this topic.”

Many things seemingly unrelated are, in fact, interconnected.

Mr. Li had never accepted his son liking men, yet after Li Zhen almost became paralyzed, he came to terms.

What does it matter if you like men or women? It’s enough for the child to live healthily; passing on the lineage seems trivial now.

”Qian, you mean Li Zhen’s issues root in his father, not his mother?”

”Not entirely disassociated, but not significantly related either.”

”Then why use your aunt like this—” Mrs. Yu stopped mid-sentence seeing Qian push her glasses.

”I’m a psychotherapist with professional ethics; correcting Aunt’s behavior is part of ethical medical practice.” Qian nodded seriously, ”Am I annoyed by her antics? Need I an excuse for that?”

”You don’t charge for treating your aunt, do you?” Uncle teased.

Qian replied earnestly, ”Absolutely not.”

”Oh, then go ahead.”

The treatment progressed faster than expected; Qian’s judgment was accurate, improving better once Uncle joined.

Seemingly complex issues have rather simple solutions; it’s crucial to find the key to unlock the mind’s code. Qian handled it effortlessly, yet if others applied incorrect methods, treatment might worsen. It’s about finding the right approach.

Mrs. Yu stayed outside all along, and this time Qian’s treatment lasted nearly three hours. When Mr. Li emerged, his eyes were reddened as if he’d cried.

”How’s your son feeling?” Aunt approached him.

Mr. Li nodded emotionally, unable to articulate his heartfelt emotions.

He was open-hearted with his son just now, realizing his son had endured much these years. It wasn’t merely treating his son; it was a lesson for him, making the money well-spent, seemingly removing a barrier between father and son.

”Can I see my son?” Aunt asked Qian, delighted to hear of the child’s improvement.

Qian picked up her coffee from the table, sipping lightly.

”It’s cold...”

”Let me see my child, and I’ll buy you as much as you want!”

”By the time you return, he should be waking up, and then you may see him. But know what’s appropriate to say and not to say.”

”Yes, yes!” Aunt nodded eagerly, afraid to hesitate at Qian’s words.

”Additionally, Li Zhen will need soup tonight. You can buy ingredients and cook at my aunt’s house.”

”Alright, alright!”

”My aunt’s household assistant is off today, so everyone’s meals and laundry might trouble you. Rest assured, I’ll report your performance to Li Zhen. He’ll surely be pleased, and if he’s happy, the next treatment might improve!”

Aunt, listening, seemed energized and asked Mrs. Yu, ”Sister-in-law, tell me what dishes you want, and I’ll get them!”

”Not too complicated; Buddha’s Delight—”

Noticing Aunt’s distorted expression, Mrs. Yu laughed inwardly and switched subjects, ”Such labor-intensive dishes aren’t appropriate for you; just make simple home-cooked dishes. But tonight, there may be more people; the eldest’s family is coming, and Panpan’s kid’s meal needs to be separate. The eldest’s two aren’t picky, but they love meat. You know my and your brother’s favorites—Qian, are you coming tonight?”

”I won’t; I’ll accompany my mom. I heard Aunt attended a baking class once? My mom loves Mango Pancakes...”