Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 847: Chapter 821: No Turning Back

The expert looked a bit tense when Qian asked him in a foreign language, but he still pretended to be calm in his response.

”So what if I am? It was your people who invited me here; we have a contract.”

”Contract? Your contract isn’t even legal. Don’t think that just because you’re a foreigner, our country’s laws can’t deal with you!”

”You don’t have the right to do this—ah!” The translator was slapped in the face by Qian, and he wanted to retaliate, but Yu Minglang held his wrist, causing him pain and making him yelp.

”Helping a foreigner scam your own compatriots, if this were wartime, you’d be guilty of colluding with the enemy!” Yu Minglang looked down on people like this.

It was clear from the conversation between the fake expert and the translator that the translator knew all along that the expert was a fraud and deliberately cooperated to scam Qiuqiu’s dad out of money, intending to harm Qiuqiu.

If Qiuqiu’s dad had reasons for imprisoning Qiuqiu, albeit misguided, they weren’t unforgivable.

But these two intentionally committing fraud and using such despicable methods to extort money were indeed contemptible.

”Show me the contract!” Qian, now protected by Xiaoqiang, was more assertive, while the translator, still restrained, sensed Yu Minglang’s strength and fearsome presence and dared not act recklessly, meekly begging for mercy.

”Let me get in the car; it’s in the briefcase...”

Yu Minglang released his grip, and the translator quickly climbed into the car, attempting to start the engine and escape!

Escaping right in front of Xiaoqiang was out of the question!

The translator felt his arm go limp as Yu Minglang followed him in, pulling him out and pinning him under foot, while Qian swiftly entered the car, found the briefcase in the back seat, and retrieved the contract and a check.

The amount on the check filled Qian with rage.

200,000; Qiuqiu’s father spent so much money just to get two scoundrels to suggest shocking Qiuqiu as a solution?

”Keep all this for evidence. Sue them for illegal practice across borders. Let them face the consequences for such shameless acts in our country!” Qian threw the briefcase to Yu Minglang and kicked the shameless translator.

Yu Minglang secured the briefcase and added, ”Also sue this guy for car theft.”

Seeing the commotion, the airport patrol came over. Yu Minglang looked at the distance and pointed out a spot to Qian.

”You have two minutes to settle this, can you handle it? It’s a blind spot from visual surveillance.”

”More than enough!”

Seeing the situation turning against him, the fake expert tried to escape but felt a strong grip from behind as someone grabbed his collar.

”Where do you think you’re going? Let’s discuss the problem of using shock therapy for disobedience.” Yu Minglang said casually, as Liumei and Aka dragged the fake expert toward the visual dead spot.

”Let’s talk this out! I’m a foreigner; I demand protection! I demand—ah!” The fake expert covered his eyes as Qian withdrew her fist. Yu Minglang raised an eyebrow.

Hmm, seems like my wife is showing a tendency to embrace force without turning back!

”I’m representing the international psychiatric community to beat you up, you disrespectful member of the scientific community!”

Xiaoqiang gave her a thumbs up; how mighty his wife was!

”I am an expert; I’m an international authority on psychology!”

”Ha, violence is never a solution to correct mistakes, your method was flawed from the start, the international psychology industry feels ashamed because of scum like you! Before the police get here, beat him good; the principle is it must hurt more than the shock therapy, not less!”

Qian silently raised her middle finger, maintaining her swagger throughout the foreign language tirade.

At the police station, Qiuqiu’s dad was dumbfounded.

The ”expert” he had hired with a large sum turned out to be just an unemployed foreign vagrant!

When checked at the police station, everything was revealed.

The translator quickly confessed to the whole story, explaining that after graduation he hadn’t found a suitable job and had gotten into the bad habit of gambling. He heard that Qiuqiu’s dad had become a sudden tycoon from mining, yet had a problematic daughter which worried him, so he devised a cunning plan.

He found a foreigner and set up this scam.

All the treatment was randomly picked from books; they didn’t know if it was right or not. Since someone like Qiuqiu’s dad just believed foreign monks could chant better, simply speaking foreign languages and posing as experts with fake credentials was enough to convince him.

Moreover, the fake expert had read a bit on psychology, picked up some basics, and using some industry terms was enough for Qiuqiu’s dad to believe it was genuine.

Upon hearing this, Qian didn’t know whether to call Qiuqiu’s dad rich and foolishly gullible, or say that these two schemers were just incredibly lucky. Where did this shock therapy method even come from?

When the fake expert mentioned a book title, Qian nearly exploded.

It was similar to unverified folk remedies, a worthless pamphlet, yet they used it to con a whole 200,000!

If Qian and her group hadn’t arrived in time, losing money would have been the least of Qiuqiu’s dad’s worries; Qiuqiu would have suffered immensely!

The two were detained, as Qiuqiu’s dad and his group left the police station, in a daze.

He thought he’d found a solution for his child’s issues, but who would have thought...it was all a scam?

Qiuqiu initially wanted to mock his dad, but seeing his expression, swallowed her words.

”Qiuqiu...” As the group reached the entrance and Qiuqiu was about to leave with Qian and the others, his dad called him, his voice sounding years older.

”What do you want?” Qiuqiu turned reluctantly.

”Come home with dad...”

”Planning to hire a few more experts to shock me? Haven’t you seen enough of making a spectacle of me? Mr. Tycoon, if your wealth grew alongside your thoughts, you wouldn’t be swindled this badly!”

Qiuqiu’s words deeply impacted his father, whose expression turned melancholic.

Looking at the aging man, Qiuqiu was filled more with bad childhood memories.

When he was young, his mother passed away, and his father, with his preference for sons, beat him daily, always claiming daughters were useless. He began to fear wearing girls’ clothes or keeping long hair, hoping these gestures would make his father forget he was a girl and stop hitting him. Gradually, he embraced being male and found his true self.

During his youth, watching his father’s business failures, the man would vent his frustrations with alcohol and beat him, bitterly asking why he wasn’t a son.

Later, he left home, went to college, and found a lifestyle that suited him, but couldn’t escape his father’s beatings. Eventually, his father won a stroke of luck, becoming a tycoon and started fraternizing with women, seemingly wanting another ”real” son.

But heaven did not favor this man. He made money out of nowhere but never had a son, his only child was still Qiuqiu.

Facing his graying father, Qiuqiu felt nothing but apathy, even disdain.

This old man had caused a misaligned life for him, and now wanted to lock him away, forcing him into things he didn’t want to do; what was his true aim?