Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 47: If I Win Zhou Zhiruo’s Style…

Chen Xiaoqian could never have imagined that the seemingly dull Yu Minglang could say something like that.

Her mind went blank, and her legs felt weak. She didn’t even know how she got home.

Her heart was already in turmoil, and she wanted to wash her hands. But as she stood in front of the faucet, Yu Minglang’s voice seemed to echo in her ears.

"I believe there’s a kind-hearted girl inside you."

"Don’t hurt yourself."

"Promise me, whatever you do from now on, don’t let hurting yourself be a prerequisite."

Although his voice wasn’t gentle, just a single sentence could break down her emotional defenses. Qian suddenly didn’t feel like washing her hands anymore.

She hugged herself with both arms, stood in front of the faucet, squatted down powerlessly; no one could see her tears. She didn’t want to cry.

It was all because of that annoying fool; why did he have to be sentimental...

At that moment, Qian didn’t realize that her compulsive hand-washing had been controlled for the first time.

Just because he said, there’s still a touch of kindness in her heart.

He said, if there were one more choice, no one would want to be wrong. If there were another choice, would she still have lost her daughter...

She so desperately wanted to know if in a previous life she died a few minutes later and asked Yu Minglang, "I took your daughter to her death, would you forgive me?"

His words were more helpful than everything she had learned in a lifetime of studying psychology.

Qian didn’t quite understand Yu Minglang, not in her past life, and not in this life either.

Truthfully, Yu Minglang himself didn’t understand.

Watching her go upstairs, watching the little attic window sway in the wind, watching the light in her room go out, he just sat in the car, watching intently.

The night was already deep, and he didn’t leave.

Qian knew he was downstairs, hadn’t heard his car leave, but her emotions were complicated, her mind was a mess. She didn’t know what he wanted to do.

Jia Xiufang hadn’t slept yet. Seeing Qian return, she approached worriedly.

"Qian’er, what exactly is going on?"

"I don’t know yet, but someone deliberately set fire to our house, and they’re being interrogated."

"What are we going to do? Your dad hasn’t come back yet, and now the house is like this..." Jia Xiufang was terrified.

Qian patted her, "Just wait to collect the money. Get some sleep early. I’ll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

"Collect what money?"

"Our government always handles arson harshly. Besides taking criminal responsibility, they’ll also have to pay civil compensation. Our firewood, our walls, our emotional damages, they have to pay up."

The bastards and Li Zhen’s family aren’t short of money. To escape legal responsibility, they’ll surely spend a lot to compensate her.

That’s the difference between letting the fire burn and not letting it burn. Qian had calculated everything clearly in her heart.

But the only variable she couldn’t predict was Yu Minglang.

After talking with her mother for a while, Qian couldn’t help but quietly peek downstairs.

From this angle, she couldn’t see if his car had left, but she knew he hadn’t left, as she hadn’t heard any noise.

Why did he come tonight?

Qian was pondering this question, just as Minglang was in his car below.

He never drank or smoked, but at this moment, he felt the urge to stimulate his brain with something.

An eighteen-year-old girl who had endured so much hardship, had to be independent and strong, and even a bit ruthless at times.

He had never thought about what kind of woman he should be with in the future. But when he saw her, he felt like this was how it should be.

From the way she handled the fire and her family’s attitude, even though there was a boy in her family, it was this eldest daughter who really handled things.

Yu Minglang desperately wanted to figure out exactly what feelings he had for her.

But his mind was filled with the image of her describing herself as a bad person, and her crying while washing her hands.

That girl must not have looked in the mirror, because if she had, she would have realized how sad her expression was at that moment.

So sad that it made him want to give her all the good things in the world.

True bad people don’t think what they’re doing is wrong, but she had a clear self-assessment, which meant she not only bore external pressures but also had internal pressures on herself.

She didn’t want to do things this way, but reality forced her to.

He sat up straight in his seat, refusing to leave, until the eastern sky began to brighten with hints of light. The day was about to break.

He stayed in the car all night.

Finally, he picked up the phone and dialed a number—it was the psychologist Wu Xia’s number, someone he knew from his old job.

"Mr. Yu?" Wu Xia said, yawning tiredly.

"Mr. Wu, I want to ask you a question."

"Hmm, go ahead."

"What kind of person washes their hands whenever they encounter a problem, and cries while doing it?"

"Does she wash often?"

"Yes, she feels faint until she washes, and her expression is particularly sorrowful while doing it."

"Hmm, because I haven’t seen the person you’re talking about, I can’t judge specifically, but my initial assessment is that she may have OCD," Wu Xia assumed Yu Minglang was talking about himself.

"How is it treated?" Indeed, just as Qian had told him, it’s an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"OCD is a very painful psychological disorder, where one knows it’s wrong but can’t control their behavior. It’s best to bring her to me for further diagnosis, but if she’s crying while washing, it’s a severe issue. Her awareness and behavior are severely diverging, and if it continues, it’ll be dangerous."

Usually, people with OCD don’t cry.

"Then what should I do?!" Yu Minglang was anxious when he heard it was severe.

"Get her to see me as soon as possible, let her family show her enough affection, make her feel cared for. Most psychological disorders are caused by a lack of love or trauma; until we find the root cause and treat it, we need to fill it with plenty of love to prevent the hole in her heart from growing bigger."

Yu Minglang mechanically repeated Wu Xia’s words.

"Fill it with love?"

"Yes, it’s the best supplementary treatment."

"How exactly?"

"Be with her when she wants to wash her hands to lessen her pain. Have open talks with her to find the cause of her outbreaks and provide targeted help."

Yu Minglang finally understood why Qian said no one could help her.

Her family seemed unreliable; they not only couldn’t love her but also made her worry. How could they possibly be with her all the time?

If that’s the case...

Why couldn’t he do it himself?

The psychologist’s words were like opening up a long-suppressed door in Yu Minglang’s heart.

If he could emulate Zhou Zhiruo and give her the love her family couldn’t.

Would it still be despised to take advantage of an eighteen-year-old girl, an old cow eating young grass?

No, the meaning had changed.