novelraw Chapter 156: The Root Cause of the Problem
Chapter 156: The Root Cause of the Problem
Yu Minglang looked at Qian’s sleeping face. She had such a carefree heart, taking pictures and then falling asleep, facing him, looking completely at ease.
Yu Minglang didn’t know whether to be glad that she trusted him so much or a little annoyed that his girlfriend didn’t guard against men at all. She was sleeping so soundly!
He tucked the blanket around her, propped himself up on his arm, and watched her for a while. She was already sleeping deeply. After looking at her for a moment, Yu Minglang finally set the alarm and closed his eyes facing her.
"Xiaowei..."
She mumbled in her sleep.
"Qian, what did you say?" Yu Minglang thought she called a name, but her voice was too soft.
Qian rolled over from that side to his side. Yu Minglang’s brain gave the command to retreat quickly, but his body acted on its own and moved closer, even wrapping her in his arms!
Oh, why don’t I ever listen? Maybe it’s related to being on vacation.
Qian snuggled against him, her nose slightly twitching—this was a feeling she liked. She then comfortably rested her face on his chest, rubbing her head back and forth. When Yu Minglang offered his arm as a pillow, she stopped moving, and her furrowed brow relaxed.
"Xiaowei, daddy’s home..."
The dreaming Qian showed a contented smile. Yu Minglang didn’t hear anything else, just the word "daddy."
Oh, Qian must be worried about that lousy dad of hers. Even in her dreams, she’s not at peace?
Yu Minglang had someone keep an eye on that lousy dad, Chen Lin, and knew that after his divorce, he rented a place and opened a small mahjong parlor in the neighborhood. As long as no one reported it, these small, informal mahjong parlors could make decent money—be a bit bolder, make the game bigger, and the income was good.
Yu Minglang sent a text message with one hand, anonymously reporting the scumbag dad, and only then could he comfortably cuddle with Qian and fall asleep together.
Poor Chen Lin, just because Yu Minglang didn’t clearly hear what Qian said in her dream, he got innocently caught in the crossfire. Even when his mahjong parlor was shut down and the machines were taken away, he couldn’t figure it out—
Who reported him?!
When the alarm rang, Qian opened her eyes, and it was already noon. Yu Minglang had already gotten up.
After washing up, Qian went downstairs and saw the dining table set and a pot of health soup. Yu Minglang was arranging several colorful steamed buns on a plate.
"Did you make this?" It was rare for Qian to see this domestic side of him.
"I got it from my mom’s place. The old lady loves tinkering with these health foods. If she’s on vacation, she’ll definitely make this stuff at home. Actually, I can cook too, but I don’t have cooking tools here, so we’ll have to make do with this meal."
"You?" Qian was genuinely skeptical.
"Just some simple home-cooked dishes, but I’m sure it’s not as tasty as yours, Mei. When you have the chance, cook a meal for me. Next time you’re on vacation, come see me at work and bring some of your homemade meals. Those single guys will be green with envy."
Yu Minglang poured all his vanity into this, having finally won her over, he naturally had to flaunt their love.
Qian sipped her soup guiltily, softly saying, "Don’t have high expectations, really, I’m not good at cooking."
Not just bad at cooking; it’s a disaster.
"Mei is just being modest, come on, have more vegetables."
Yu Minglang thought his girlfriend was very humble. This was his perception. Qian was the eldest daughter, and with Jia Xiufang running a shop, the eldest daughter would certainly help with chores and cooking. That’s generally how it is at home.
However, what Yu Minglang didn’t know was that if Jia Xiufang was too busy to cook, she would rather give the kids 80 cents each plus two eggs to buy a pancake outside, rather than have Qian cook. It’s not that Qian was lazy—she was fine with washing clothes and cleaning the house—it was just that she couldn’t be allowed to cook.
Heaven is fair. If someone’s brain is overly developed in one area, there must be a flaw in another. Qian understood everything else perfectly; it’s just that cooking was beyond her. Even "dark cuisine" couldn’t describe her cooking; she always felt like she had a missing nerve when it came to culinary skills.
Seeing his eager expectation, she didn’t say much more. When the chance came, she would show him, and he would understand.
She really wasn’t being modest...
After eating, Yu Minglang finally got to go on the date he had been looking forward to for a long time.
But Qian had an uneasy feeling.
Judging by his behavior of taking her to watch the old folks at the square, she guessed he wouldn’t come up with anything particularly creative.
Sure enough, he drove out of the city. Qian analyzed what places they could possibly go in this direction. Watching him with his self-satisfied side profile, she couldn’t resist asking.
"How much longer?"
"Still a little while to go. If it gets boring, we can chat. You said yesterday that Wang Xiaohong is considered to have sex addiction. How does one get such a condition? My second brother said she had been traumatized."
"Your second brother said she was traumatized?"
"Yeah."
"I’ll make a bold guess. If she really has sexual anxiety, and it was due to pre-marital trauma, it’s possible that someone harmed her violently. But the main issue must be with her parents. The violent incident is the external factor, and her parents are the internal cause."
"What do you mean?"
"Sex dependency usually arises due to anxiety stemming from a lack of warmth in the family. It can appear during adolescence. People satisfy themselves through sex to alleviate anxiety, gradually becoming addicted, much like obsessive-compulsive handwashing, unable to control their behavior."
"Then why is it my second brother who helped her open up?"
"Deep down, Wang Xiaohong must have a strong admiration for your second brother, believing a father’s role should be steady and reliable like that. Your second brother might have told her yesterday that he didn’t mind her past and forgave her, opening up her emotional knots. Actually, her father saying those words could also do the same."
"No, Qian, you’re wrong here. If Wang Xiaohong really cared about my second brother, why did she always cause him trouble when they were together?"
"That’s just human nature’s flaw. When you want something but can’t have it, you’ll find ways to slander it, pretend it’s not good, and that you aren’t just unworthy. Wang Xiaohong has significant problems. Your second brother also holds responsibility in this failed marriage."
"What on earth! My brother didn’t do anything wrong! He’s the victim!" Yu Minglang couldn’t bear anyone speaking against his family, not even Qian!
"Dealing with someone with psychological issues requires more patience and love than usual. Your second brother lacks the ability to take care of someone with psychological problems, leading to mutual destruction. But on the other hand, Wang Xiaohong’s family also valued your second brother’s status and snapped when their needs weren’t met. It’s a tie; neither side can criticize the other."
Qian was merely viewing the issue rationally from the perspective of a psychological expert. The divorce, in a way, was a relief for both of them.
Yu Minglang stopped driving, turned his head, and looked at her seriously.