Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 70: Goodbye, Pikachu

"Homosexuality was removed from the classification system of diseases by the M Country Psychological Association in 1973; it is not considered pathological."

Li Zhen stopped the shouting, looking at Qian in surprise. Yu Minglang raised his eyebrows.

"Sexual neurogender pattern is innate; it determines whether you love men or women. Homosexuality is a prank by the creator, but this prank troubles your heart. Your inner self is very unbalanced, isn’t it?"

Li Zhen nodded passively; every word Qian said struck his heart.

"Being discriminated against is very heartbreaking. At night, when you’re alone, you feel the injustice of creation. Even seeing couples makes you uncomfortable; the pressure from parents to marry and the concealment in front of others have made your body heavy and your spirit weary."

Qian paced around him, her voice was faint, her breath weak. Sometimes her voice would become suddenly small, requiring him to concentrate to hear clearly. Once Li Zhen concentrated all his attention, he was already caught in her rhythm.

"Ni Jianren is the only person who understands you; he can tolerate you, he can accept you, he trusts you unconditionally..."

When Qian mentioned Ni Jianren, Li Zhen’s eyes reddened a bit, and Qian continued speaking.

"Not being able to protect him makes you feel guilty. You ran over to Yu Minglang to vent your emotions, not because you hate Yu Minglang, but because you hate yourself for not being able to protect the person you love..."

For the last sentence, she wanted to whisper in his ear; this method is best for psychological assault. However, before getting too close, Yu Minglang pulled her arm, discreetly dragging her back two steps.

Sneaky! Qian turned around and glared at him, making a pause signal behind her back and signaling him not to cause trouble. Considering his thick skin, after making this gesture, Qian stuck up her middle finger, almost making Yu Minglang burst into laughter.

"He was always begging me, crying and begging..." Li Zhen recalled that scene, painfully burying his face in his hands.

Qian’s voice remained soft, and without looking at her glare at the troublemaking Yu Minglang, she could have been a saintly embodiment of love.

"Cry, cry out your vulnerability. Once you finish crying, your body will be lightened, your sense of guilt will grow heavier, but your tears cannot wash away your guilt..."

Li Zhen truly cried.

Yu Minglang watched his girl use a few words to put Li Zhen in a trance, stroking his chin, realizing she wasn’t joking when she said she could treat Zheng Xu.

When people are sad and angry, it produces tryptophan hydroxylase, which directly affects IQ, making it easy to be controlled by external forces. Many murderers are impulsively driven, not initially intending to kill, but losing rationality when provoked. Guiding the emotional rhythm is a crucial indicator of the skill level of a psychotherapist.

If Li Zhen were Qian’s patient, after guiding him into this state, her last words should have lightened his guilt, but she said the opposite.

Never offend a psychologist, really.

"In the rain, are there beautiful memories with Ni Jianren?" Qian looked out the window; when she came, it wasn’t raining yet. Summer rain comes swiftly; even the heavens were assisting her.

"The first time we met, he borrowed my umbrella..." Li Zhen’s eyes became vacant.

Qian sneered, haha, just like in her past life; don’t forget how she dealt with Ni Jianren then—she knew all these details.

"At that time, you never thought a man who seemed like a little white rabbit would do so many cruel things, did you?"

"No! Jianren was not wrong! It was you who forced him!" Li Zhen suddenly woke from his dazed state and roared at Qian.

Yu Minglang happily watching from the side saw him shouting at Qian, just about to smash him with his wrist, only to be slapped back by Qian, earning her warning glare.

Go cool off on the side! If you hit him now, wouldn’t that awaken him? Rather than helping, you’re messing it up—scram!

Yu Minglang became obedient under her glare, touching his nose and dutifully acting as a background wall.

Every movement of Li Zhen was within Qian’s calculation. His current roar was merely a struggle of a trapped beast. She had seen many patients like this; his shouting was less to convince Qian than to convince himself.

"Deep down, you know he reached this point not because of you, nor society, but himself. Homosexuality is not a disease, but Ni Jianren’s extreme selfishness is pathological. You only see discrimination against your sexual orientation, but fail to see many others mocking those impoverished, sick, disabled, or facing irresistible factors. Do these people kill and burn to seek revenge on society? Do not use sexual orientation to cover up character flaws; scumbags remain scumbags forever!"

Li Zhen’s pupils dilated from Qian’s words.

"In your mind, you were always aware; you have always been aware; nothing is clearer to you." Qian used memory reinforcement three times consecutively, instilling the belief in Li Zhen.

"In the rain, are there only memories of you and the bastard? When you went to school, did your parents pick you up in the rain? Did you feel the vitality of green grass by the roadside in the rain? Did you feel that the air was so fresh after the rain?"

"Yes..."

"For the sake of so-called love, you hurt yourself and your parents. Li Zhen, you cannot face life; you are a coward. Remember today’s rain; every time it rains henceforth, you’ll endure pressure from deep within. Listen, raindrops fall, fate tightens its grip on you; this is the retribution for wielding the blade against the weak..."

In Yu Minglang’s eyes, this scene was highly visually impactful.

A tenacious vitality erupted from her petite body, so strong that it pierced Yu Minglang’s picky heart.

This woman should belong to him; who besides him could ever hold her—Yu Minglang at the moment felt self-satisfied, entirely ignoring the fact that he had just been motionless under her glare.

Emotions continued to ferment, physiologically reflected in the increasingly heated gaze he focused on Qian.

Qian was pondering how to crush Li Zhen, ensuring he dared not marry a woman for the rest of his life, and having him shiver at the sight of rain. Using Morioka Therapy to induce social anxiety disorder wasn’t a problem either.

By chance, sweeping across Yu Minglang’s hormone-surging gaze, what’s up with him? She was enjoying herself, and he looked like he hadn’t eaten for hundreds of years? In the distraction, she barely missed delivering the final hit to Li Zhen, only for Yu Minglang to intervene first.

Yu Minglang grabbed Li Zhen by the collar, without hesitation dragging him outside the door, opened it, and kicked him out!

Goodbye, Pikachu!