Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 1137: Chapter 1109: I Am Your Senior Brother

Watching the fall of someone who was once the cream of the crop—how heartbreaking is that.

”You don’t need to worry about who it is, just tell me what should be done.” Although Qian already trusted Qio Yu Xuan, she still wouldn’t easily reveal this matter.

Xiaoqiang’s identity was special, the fewer people knew about this the better, yet she secretly admired Qio Yu Xuan’s ability.

This man’s logical thinking was ridiculously strong—just from one clue he could infer so many things.

Even her own teacher, Mr Liu, couldn’t manage that; judging from this reaction speed, Qio Yu Xuan was several levels above Mr Liu.

Qian admitted that in some areas she wasn’t as good as Mr Liu; thinking about it that way, it made sense that this Qio Yu Xuan could become a world authority to whom both the underworld and the upper world of various countries had to show some respect.

”From the way you’re talking, I think I already know who it is.”

Qio Yu Xuan fell silent for a moment, then let out a sigh.

”Qian, a person’s value lies in many things, you don’t have to fixate on this one issue. Take your Erha for example—he’s a businessman now, with such a huge family enterprise waiting for him to make his mark. There’s no need to get hung up on whether he can use a gun or not; it’s not like he’ll have any chance to touch that thing again, right?”

Those words sent a chill straight through Qian’s heart.

”Even you think he’s hopeless?! Aren’t you the authority? Aren’t you the top figure in psychiatry? How can you have no way? Help me—if you can cure him, you can name any terms you want.”

Her urgent tone plunged Qio Yu Xuan into deep silence; after a long while he finally said one sentence.

”Why be so obsessed.”

”This isn’t about shooting a gun, it’s a scar in his heart. If I have to watch the person closest to me live with regret all his life, unable to let go, then what’s the point of all I’ve learned? Actually...”

When Qian heard Qio Yu Xuan say that, she was already in utter despair inside.

If even Qio Yu Xuan said there was no cure, then her Xiaoqiang probably really couldn’t be treated.

”Actually what?”

”Actually I’d originally planned that next year... But now it’s all meaningless. Forget it, I won’t bother you anymore. You’re busy; send this time’s fee to my email and I’ll transfer the money to you.”

Listening to her tone—like she’d seen through everything and didn’t want anything anymore—Qio Yu Xuan’s anxiety flared up even more.

”What on earth are you trying to do, girl?” From the sound of it she was like someone who’d seen through the mortal world and was about to become a nun.

Qio Yu Xuan was anxious, but Qian no longer gave him a chance.

She hung up the phone directly.

Then turned it off, and started packing with tears streaming down.

She threw all her professional books into a big box; everything related to her field she packed away—she wasn’t going to study anymore.

She didn’t want anything anymore.

She didn’t need to keep studying; she didn’t even want her master’s degree.

Money, the most badass studio—goodbye to all of it.

If she couldn’t save Yu Minglang, what was the point of learning all this? If she kept going, every time she saw a patient she’d be reminded of her own incompetence, reminded that she couldn’t save the man she loved most.

Thinking of how good he’d been to her in the past life and this one, she already felt that nothing else mattered.

Qian rolled up her sleeves, with a look of firm resolve as she walked into the kitchen—forget her psychologist; she, Chen Xiaoqian, was now going to be a full-time housewife.

When people fall into despair they’re especially prone to getting fixated on one track; Qian was panicking herself into confusion and starting to go to extremes.

Strictly speaking, she’d been infected by Yu Minglang’s condition. Qian’s current mental state was sub-healthy, already leaning toward anxiety; this also fit psychological patterns. When one family member develops a psychological issue, that state will influence their loved ones—what’s commonly called ”when you care too much, you lose your grip.”

Her hanging up like that was no small thing—it drove Qio Yu Xuan to the brink of madness.

His mind was filled with images of Qian going to extremes; he understood this girl’s personality—she was extremely tough, and if she couldn’t think things through, at any moment she might do something drastic. But when he called her, her phone was turned off.

Thinking about Qian, Qio Yu Xuan tossed aside his distinguished patients; to hell with money and power—his precious one was about to have an accident, who had the mood to think about those things.

In fact, Qio Yu Xuan’s state was just like Qian’s current half-crazed state: both were cases of caring so much they lost their grip.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

”Yao, get a plane here right now to pick me up, I’m going back to China.”

”Oh... going back to China?” A lazy voice came from the other side, but the lifted tail-end made it clear to anyone who knew him that Yao—whom Qio Yu Xuan had just called—must be extremely pissed off at this moment.

”Yes, immediately, right away.”

”Oh, ha. My dear master, have you forgotten you can’t just leave now? You dare ditch a deal this big? You must be tired of living.”

”Cut the crap. Get on it, fast.”

Nong Yao hung up the phone, his handsome face filled with killing intent. ”I’ll contact your damn dad, how about that!”

The man in white sitting across from him, tasting tea with him, took a light sip of the fragrant brew and looked at Nong Yao’s murderous expression with disdain.

”If the old man wants to go back, let him go back. Why are you throwing such a big tantrum?”

”I’m throwing a tantrum?! Why don’t you call this old man unreasonable? He does whatever he wants—does he not know how important this deal is to us? What on earth could be more important than treating a big client? Does he need the president to hunt us down before he’s satisfied?”

The man in white shrugged. ”As if some tiny little country could really hunt us down. That’s him bragging.”

Receiving Nong Yao’s sharp glare, the man in white blinked. ”Fine, I’ll shut up. If you’re not arranging a plane for the old man, why are you staring at me?”

With that, he ran a hand down the ends of his hair; the string of fragrant sandalwood beads on his hand was particularly eye-catching.

”That old guy’s gone senile, and you all keep following him—you’re all insane. Don’t think I don’t know: for him to drop an important client and rush off like this, I want to see exactly what precious thing he’s hiding over there from me!”

The man in white turned the bracelet on his wrist, revealing a seemingly gentle yet sly smile. ”From the way you’re talking, you sound just like a wife who’s found out her husband has someone on the side. It’s so sour my teeth hurt. Are you jealous that the old man has someone in his heart now?”

Nong Yao jabbed a finger at his nose and roared, ”You big spotted cat, why aren’t you off caressing that pile of lifeless crappy wood you’re obsessed with—what are you doing here! If you keep running your mouth, I’ll burn that whole pile of junk wood of yours to ashes and break your heart!”

Hearing that his beloved items might be burned, the man in white immediately sat up straight, then waved his hand with a carefree air.

”Forget it. If you want to keep playing your little love–hate games with the old man, go show off; I’m not getting involved in your mess. There’s an absolutely amazing antique cabinet coming up at a Christie’s auction soon, I’d better focus on my precious cabinet. You can go have fun with the old man, but don’t say I didn’t warn you—”

The man in white thumbed a circle around the beads on his wrist, his tone suddenly turning sharp. Though he still wore a smile, his eyes were full of sympathy as he looked at Nong Yao.

”Don’t think the old man doesn’t have a temper. If you don’t believe me, go ahead and test him.”

Nong Yao pointed at the man in white. ”Mu Hualili, do you have so much wood you’re begging to have it burned?”