novelraw Chapter 446 - 420: Is That a Compliment?
Chapter 446 - 420: Is That a Compliment?
"Minglang, have you ever met my brother?"
"He’s my best friend."
"Is he particularly handsome? Particularly remarkable?"
"Yes, he’s one of the most outstanding men I’ve ever met, and so is your father."
"What is my dad like when he’s at work?"
"Strict, responsible, resolute, decisive—a good leader. Although he often treats us sternly, he also protects us fiercely. When I first joined the company, I had quite a fiery temper and got into a lot of trouble, and without your father, I definitely couldn’t have handled it."
Liu Li listened with a longing expression. His father was never around when he was young, so he knew less about his father than Yu Minglang did.
"I really want to get closer to my father...forget it, you wouldn’t understand how I feel. Do you think I’m particularly ungrateful? The family has arranged such a stable job for me, and I’m still thinking about these things."
Nowadays, having a formal job is rare; Liu Li’s thoughts seemed like childish ignorance to adults.
"I understand you, because I have a similar background. My father’s temperament is righteous and he refused to involved in things he shouldn’t. Our family’s condition wasn’t better than others when I was young. He was busy at work and spent very little time with me. Even my brother didn’t see him much when he was little."
Minglang rarely talked about these things, and after he spoke, Liu Li looked at him differently.
Qian’s hand paused on the door handle, openly eavesdropping to hear what Yu Minglang was going to say.
It’s rare for someone to have resonated with Liu Li, so Liu Li seriously looked at Yu Minglang and asked.
"So, do you want to prove yourself? Do you want to know your father better?"
Yu Minglang shook his head. "Not really, my old man is an autocratic, undemocratic old-fashioned person. He thinks whatever is good, he wants to give us, giving my second brother psychological shadows."
"How come my dad doesn’t think like that..."
"They’re all the same; maybe parents always want to give the best to their children. Your mother thinks what’s best for you now, so she opposes your decision. My father actually wanted me to be a pilot, but I secretly applied to another school, and that’s considered a form of rebellion. But I think people like us, even when we rebel, have our limits—what can be done, and what cannot."
"Us? Me and you?" Liu Li felt a strong sense of identification when Yu Minglang used the word "us."
Yu Minglang patted him on the back. "Yes, us. I have a knack for judging people accurately. I believe we’re the same kind of people. Even when rebelling, we know what’s right and what’s wrong. When you reach your mother’s age, you’ll understand her feelings. She really cares about you. She doesn’t want to experience the pain of loss again."
"But I’m really unwilling! I’ve grown up; why should I still listen to the family?"
He just wants to fight for his own aspirations. Even if he doesn’t achieve the desired outcome, he would have no regrets. Why can’t his mother understand that?
Yu Minglang pondered for a moment, already having decided in his mind. He looked deeply at Liu Li, feeling he knew what to do.
Mr. Liu noticed Qian standing at the door for a long time without moving, knowing she must have overheard something, but, being far away, the professor couldn’t hear it.
"Qian, come here."
"Professor, would you like some water?" Qian asked.
"No, just chat with me for a while."
Mr. Liu’s heart palpitations had improved under the effect of the medication, allowing for self-communication.
"Okay." Qian knew the professor usually had little opportunity to confide in others, so he must be feeling uncomfortable now and just wanted a listener.
"Don’t you think Liu Li seems a bit manic?" Mr. Liu asked Qian.
Qian was speechless.
"..."
"Speak up!"
"Professor, you always teach me not to judge any patient with my subjective consciousness. Saying Liu Li is sick in anger doesn’t seem right, does it?"
He’s just a teenager, after all. Who hasn’t been passionate and idealistic in their youth?
Compared to a real pathological condition, he’s still a ways off. The person Qian had seen a few days ago named Xuan was only mildly manic, and Liu Li was far off compared to him.
"Have I ever taught you that?" Mr. Liu muttered to herself. She hadn’t interacted much with Qian, "But I’ve indeed taught that to your senior brothers and sisters."
Regardless if someone is a patient or not, they receive the same treatment in front of the doctor. In her past life, Qian had not lived up to the teacher’s expectation. She had killed Ni Jianren, exchanging blood for blood.
"That’s why, professor, you can’t just call someone manic because you can’t control your son!"
"How come I can’t control him? I’ve guided so many Ph.D. candidates, but I haven’t managed him well."
The fact that the mentor’s son failed the college entrance exam was the unspeakable wound in Mr. Liu’s heart. The child was also too rebellious, although she had been able to solve so many psychological issues, she couldn’t connect with her son’s heart, and this really was the most heartbreaking thing.
However, Mr. Liu knew in his heart, but she acted tough in front of Qian.
"Actually, professor, you don’t need to blame yourself. Raising a child isn’t only a mother’s responsibility. This is also the father’s responsibility. A boy’s growth needs a father’s support." Qian knew the situation in Mr. Liu’s family well, and knew how to comfort others.
Sure enough, as soon as she said that, Mr. Liu sat up and hit the pillow, startling Qian.
"It’s the fault of that bastard!"
"Okay, it’s his fault. I’ll let Yu Minglang bleed him!" Qian cooperated in saying.
Yu Minglang, having just calmed down Liu Li, wanted to come in to check on things; upon hearing Qian say that, he promptly closed the door.
Minglang silently shed tears in his heart. Oh, Qian! Please don’t always use me to scare the children, pacify middle-aged aggressive women, okay!
"Can Yu Gangdan beat him? The bastard was once the city’s champion in kickboxing."
"The younger generation overtakes the preceding one, who’s more daring than Yu Gangdan?"
Yu Minglang backed away silently.
Oh, Chen Xiaomei, remember this—daring to join the ruckus and even calling your man by his nickname, really outrageous.