Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 431 - 405: Qian Gets Screwed Over (450 Monthly Votes Bonus Update)

The people who come after only see Qian’s grades, but have no idea how tough it was when she first started her business. With a child in tow, she couldn’t land any jobs, and when the child got sick, she couldn’t afford medical care. At her lowest, her teacher never gave up on her and offered a lot of support.

But when she succeeded and stood at the pinnacle of glory, the teacher who had always taken care of her gave her a hard slap and said he was disappointed in her. Even if Qian were to be reborn, she could never let this go.

Holding her breath, she wanted to prove herself to her teacher once more.

"Stay and have lunch here, then go to class," Liu Linlin now looked at Qian with a hint of satisfaction.

The PhD students she was mentoring didn’t have the kind of flair Qian had. This kid was really something.

"Then after lunch, could you perhaps have a talk with my class advisor about earning credits in advance?"

"No."

"Why not? I think you’ve recognized my capability—how about this, teacher, you pull out one of your PhD students, and the two of us can have a debate. If I win, will you talk to my class advisor for me?"

Skipping two grades is something the school generally wouldn’t agree to, but Qian wasn’t without other ways. Even without Liu Linlin, she still had means to achieve her goal.

But she just wanted to be closer to her teacher. This behavior stemmed from psychological compensation, driven by her subconscious. She had disappointed her teacher in her past life; in this life, she wanted her teacher to take back those words of disappointment and change them to satisfaction. Qian wouldn’t feel complete if the teacher wasn’t pleased.

Hearing Qian’s intention, Mr. Liu adjusted his glasses. Upon seeing this, Qian’s anxiety grew.

Based on her experience, when the teacher adjusted her glasses, it was never a good sign. It meant she was thinking, and when this old lady thought about things outside of academic research, it usually wasn’t good news. Who knows what new way she’d come up with to torment her? That’s how she had been tormented all through her previous life’s growth!

"It’s not impossible for me to recommend you, but I have conditions."

"What conditions?"

"I will arrange your internship for next year. Wherever I ask you to go, you go."

"Okay," Qian answered very swiftly. In her field, besides hospitals and psychiatric institutions, there weren’t many fitting places. And she doubted her teacher would be willing to send her to work unrelated to her field.

Eventually, Qian was indeed set up. Mr. Liu found her placements that were nothing like she imagined, where work was even more grueling yet closely related to her field—a story for another time.

"Since you want to finish your studies two years early, you can take the psychological counselor certification exam next year."

"Yes."

The requirements for a licensed psychologist are very strict, needing a doctoral or master’s degree.

The psychologist qualification certificate has three levels. Moving up from level three to level one requires educational qualifications and years of continuous psychology practice. Even a doctorate only qualifies you for level two. To advance to level one, you need three years of clinical experience. The minimum education for level one is a master’s degree. In her previous life, Qian was a level one.

"To become a qualified psychologist, theory alone is not enough. I admit, your theoretical grounding is solid, but to earn my approval, that’s not enough. I need to examine whether you have the character of a practicing psychologist. So, I’ll give you a case to handle. If you do well, I’ll recommend you to your advisor."

"Then don’t pick something that takes too long. If you throw me a case about depression, and it takes a year and a half to resolve, I don’t have that much time. If I miss the exams, my application is wasted."

"Why are you so determined to finish your courses early?" Liu Linlin asked. If their conversation hadn’t been so pleasant, she might not have asked. Qian was simply too excellent, so much so that Mr. Liu hesitated with every decision, fearing that he might not guide this genius well, thereby ’pulling up seedlings to help them grow’ and losing such an outstanding psychologist, which would be a loss for the industry.

"Because I... just happened to meet the right person and wanted to give him a promise for the future. I love my work, but I also greedily want to establish a little home of my own. So I have to be a bit harder on myself, work a bit harder, and leave some time for him."

This was something she owed Yu Minglang in her past life.

"Are you talking about Yu Gangdan?"

"Pfft... yes, it’s him." Qian couldn’t help but laugh when she heard Mr. Liu’s nickname for Yu Minglang.

"Speaking of which, it reminds me that you two are engaged. Chen Xiaoqian, you seem to do everything different from everyone else. It’s like you’re rushing to complete all the things people do in their twenties. What will you do when you actually reach that age?"

Qian mischievously curled her lips, "Maybe when I was thirty in my past life, I owed someone a promise from when I was twenty. I’m repaying it in this life. Before I’m twenty, I’m doing things five years in advance, so in five or six years, when I finish my studies, I’ll make up for the things teenagers do. We’ll go on dates, take walks hand-in-hand after dinner, feed fish by the school lake. Even if the sequence is wrong, we can’t let there be any regrets."

By then, Yu Minglang should have also stepped away from the hectic frontline work, saving some time for her. Both she and Yu Minglang were working hard for that bit of simple comfort that usually comes so easily to others.

Thinking back to how those in her first year tormented Qian, she now had that same look as she tormented her mentor, giving Liu Linlin goosebumps.

"I really don’t know what you see in Yu Gangdan—I mean, someone who doesn’t care about the family, who won’t attend to anything once he has kids, always saying he’s busy with work and asks for understanding for his dreams. What does that have to do with ideals and missions? It’s just a lack of responsibility, neglecting the family. He rarely comes home, and when he does, he collapses on the couch like a dead man..."

Qian blinked, wondering if the teacher was really talking about Yu Gangdan or just complaining about her mentor’s husband.

The more she listened, the more off it sounded. The description was getting precise—it was evidently implying someone specific.

"Anyway, think twice before marrying someone like them." Liu Linlin also realized she’d said too much and stopped herself in time.

Qian nodded.

"I know, but I want to give it a try. Teacher, just tell—" Qian paused, suddenly feeling playfully mischievous. She swallowed the words she intended to say, which were asking the teacher to assign her a task, and shifted her tone.

"Tell what?" Liu Linlin, having talked the whole morning and feeling parched, took a sip of her coffee.

"The reason I find him particularly wonderful is that when I went to Yu Gangdan’s workplace, I met his company shareholder, Mr. Liu. So, I thought, being in business isn’t bad after all. That shareholder uncle is really nice."

"Pfft!" Mr. Liu was choked by the coffee.

"Oh no, teacher, why are you drinking coffee with your nose..."