Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 182 - 183: The Unsolvable Question

Yu Mingyi quickly replied to Qian, he successfully applied to assist with Qian’s treatment, but the location was not in this city. They had to go to a grassland area not too far away. With more than a month left until the end-of-semester exams, Qian and Dong Yi took 3 days off.

"Qian, where are you taking me?" Dong Yi had just taken leave from school with Qian, and Qian directly pushed her into a taxi.

"A relative of mine is sick and I have to go check on them, but I’m scared to go such a long way by myself. Can you accompany me?"

When Qian said this, Dong Yi thought it was just in the suburbs of the city and agreed.

But when the car arrived at the train station and Qian pushed her onto the train, Dong Yi realized she might have been duped.

"Is the train ticket expensive?" Up until now, this was the first issue Dong Yi thought of.

"Aren’t you afraid that I’ll abduct you to the mountains to sell you?"

This incident needs to be spread in the dormitory, especially to warn Shi Touyu, who might be kidnapped in the future.

Abduction can happen among acquaintances, girls must learn to protect themselves, and Dong Yi is clearly the type that’s easier to abduct.

"Impossible, you’re my uncle’s brother’s girlfriend."

Dong Yi now believed Qian mostly because of this.

Qian politely declined Yu Mingyi’s offer to let her and Dong Yi ride in his car, intending to create a sense of serendipity; if everything was too deliberate, the treatment wouldn’t be effective.

It takes about 4 hours by train from here to their agreed destination, and they were still waiting for departure.

Qian bought hard seats, opposite them sat a young couple, the girl’s long hair reached her waist, while the boy sported a Mohawk at least 10 years ahead of its time, with the sides shaved to expose his bluish scalp, the middle being yellow, making it particularly eye-catching.

"Ladies, may I borrow the table?" the guy asked Qian.

Qian nodded, and watched as the young man pulled out a tablecloth from his bag, laid it on the table, and then took out an old-looking box from which Qian instantly recognized its ivory material.

The young man’s fingers were long and neatly trimmed, pulling out a deck of cards consisting of tarot cards, expertly shuffling them before reading them for his girlfriend. Qian noticed he was using the Gypsy Cross reading method; his girlfriend listened with a smile at first, but as the reading went on, her smile faded.

"This middle card indicates surrounding circumstances, Xuexue, do I have a romantic rival?"

"You, what nonsense are you talking about, how can tarot cards be believed!" The girl was visibly guilty.

The boy acted as if he hadn’t heard, flipping the fifth card, his lips curved into a slight smile as he looked sharply at the girl, "The fifth one indicates the result of our relationship..."

His slender fingers held a card and presented it before the girl’s eyes, Qian curiously glanced at it.

The card depicted a beast with horns standing on stone, showing only its back; it was the Devil card of tarot.

"Xuexue, you’re obsessed with material enjoyments and lack spiritual support, believing that being with me is a wrong path, so you have chosen another path, one that can be accepted by society, is that right?"

"Stop it..." The girl started crying.

The young man gently wiped her tears and handed her the luggage by his side.

"Therefore, you can’t accompany me to distant places. I respect your choice, there’s 3 minutes left before departure, please get off and return to where you should be."

"Qiuqiu, I—"

"Don’t say anything, when we were together, I told you, in this relationship, whenever you want to exit, just exit, go."

The girl cried as she walked away with her bag.

The train departed, leaving only the fashionable Mohawk-haired boy opposite them. He took out a pack of cigarettes and got up to smoke in the aisle. As he stood up, Qian noticed his eyes were red.

The tarot cards remained on the table.

"Qian..." Dong Yi had watched the whole thing, hesitant to speak.

"You want to ask how a deck of cards could be so accurate, don’t you?"

"Yeah."

"Tarot cards arise from curiosity about the future, with myriad connections to psychology. Many psychological experts are tarot masters. To uninformed people, it might seem superstitious, but I prefer calling tarot reading ’card reading’. Tarot cards provide interpretations of people’s subconscious at certain layers, quite worthy of study."

Qian isn’t exactly a tarot master; she only knows a little. Her mentor, Liu Linlin, is one who disregards tarot due to its lack of scientific backing. Although Qian learned a bit independently, she couldn’t reach expertise, fearing reprimand if discovered by her teacher.

"Did they really break up, what a pity..." Dong Yi found it really difficult to fathom breaking up over a deck of cards.

Qian’s eyes gleamed beneath her glasses; the boy mentioned they were socially unacceptable, and it seemed if the girl didn’t regret, they should have eloped. Considering the boy’s overly gentle and meticulous actions, Qian seemed to understand something.

"Dong Yi, if you aspire to become a psychological therapist in the future, you’ll likely encounter many issues daily. Do you know what the toughest problem is?"

"What is it?"

"It’s the dilemma where any choice is wrong." Qian replied.

"If fate were the examiner, then the examiner made an error when setting this question. The psychologist solving the problem feels conflicted, no matter the choice, it’s wrong. Some patients must face issues where one side bears societal ethical constraints and the other human instinct. If you let them follow instincts, their hearts are freed but must face societal judgments. If you let them blend into society, their hearts suffer lifelong agony."

"I don’t get it."

"This happens a lot, like alternating identities one has to forget, or gender identity—"

Before Qian could finish, she saw the boy return, cutting off the topic, ceasing the conversation.

The boy smelled heavily of smoke, and now wore sunglasses that made him look even more rebellious and trendy.

As he was about to pack up the cards, Qian suddenly spoke.

"May I borrow the cards for a bit?"

The boy was slightly taken aback, then nodded and handed the cards to Qian.

Qian shuffled the cards and showed them to Dong Yi, "Pick one you like."

"How about this one?" Dong Yi chose a card.

"Ah, the Moon... Dong Yi, look, this card suggests you will face fear, and look, there are so many stars around, which means the star’s power will help you out of hardship."

"Haha!" The boy laughed.

"Ladies, that’s not how tarot cards work."

Qian replied with a smile, "Then you draw one, and see if I’m accurate or not."

The boy casually drew a card, "This one then, lady if you want to learn, I can teach you, but tarot cards really aren’t used that way."

Qian pushed her glasses, "If I say it can be done this way, then it can, trust me, I’m quite accurate in what I see."