Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 725 - 699: Fugui, It’s Your Turn to Take the Stage

"I don’t understand, who instilled such bizarre ideas into this family? I think the Ma Family is simply inhuman, feels like they’re from another planet." Shuixian couldn’t understand these people’s mentality.

"Their confidence comes from having a son, whether that son is capable or not; in their eyes, all women should curry favor because their son is male! In scenarios where women marry into lower statuses, there’s a high chance of encountering this situation. A significant proportion of postpartum depression cases I handle come from such families. When you think marrying into a lower status shows love, dedication, or earns respect from the husband’s family, in their eyes, you’re four words: asking for it, deserve it! They only glory in their son having the ability to bring home a wife who caters to him. There’s absolute logic to marriage requiring a match in status, which stems from the clash of ideologies brought by different living environments. No saintly tolerance can accept everything; don’t easily challenge these."

Liumei had been brainwashed by Qian and Shuixian.

"And you! Comrade Teng Shuixian, don’t think that just because I said these to Meizi, you can be entirely carefree. Although Mai and Ma Lv behave differently, his family background is even stronger than Ma Lv’s, but I bet that when he first approached you, he probably thought similarly."

A wealthy, naive girl thinks she found love, while a scheming man thinks he found a gullible ATM.

Liumei now had retreat drums beating in her heart. Her current worry is that since everyone has already come, it’s hardly appropriate to break up, right? The master’s prediction...

But what her sister-in-law said made perfect sense too.

The master said if she doesn’t marry, the whole family will face misfortune. The sister-in-law said marrying a bad man drags down the parents, both sound reasonable.

Seeing Liumei was already proactively thinking about issues, Qian threw in a reflexive condition.

"Shuixian, get the chrysanthemum tea from our thermos, it’s dry, everyone should cool down their liver fire."

This sentence seemed unrelated to the previous ones, yet upon Qian’s utterance, Liumei reflexively thought of what Qian had mentioned before.

"When in love, girls always think of their own sweet romance, but who considers the feelings of their parents? Just like the postpartum depression victim who jumped off a building, her parents must have been heartbroken... Marrying a ’phoenix man’ means bringing a bunch of burdens to your own family. Are your parents raising you just to, when grown, pay for the incompliant husband’s family? After footing the bill, the husband’s family even scolds your parents for being foolish, willingly paying out for trash. Do you believe in unscientific mysticism, or trust me, a psychologist with rich clinical experience?"

Liumei’s expression changed again.

"You’re ruthless." Yu Minglang gave a thumbs-up to Qian, wanting to hit Liumei but didn’t frighten her, yet his wife merely mentioned chrysanthemum tea and Liumei’s expression immediately changed, indicating his wife had done significant work before.

"Nonsense, cases where I guide divorce or breakup almost account for one-fifth of my consultations." Qian was very proud.

Many female consultees’ psychological issues stem from unrealistic expectations of their partners, ultimately losing not only their husband’s heart but also themselves. For some marriages and love, divorce and breakup are the only salvation.

Splitting couples, Qian is an expert!

Yu Minglang pondered and realized that his wife unknowingly cut off or was cutting off the rotten love of the two women around her, truly a little master at breaking people’s bonds.

Wanting to break up a couple, never say they’re not suitable, as massive evidence shows the more one tries to break them, the more they stick together; parental obstruction only unites them toward a common goal, especially since people of this age are going through rebellious phases, separating neatly and thoroughly often requires letting them be, providing some psychological suggestions, and letting them jump on their own. When they find no taste in it, they’ll break up themselves.

Qian was sipping her tea when her phone rang.

"Fugui, what’s up?"

On hearing Fugui’s name, Liumei’s gaze instinctively turned over.

"Qian’er, there’s a job I wanted to see if you could take, in Lishi, it’s a public commission."

"Your reach is long enough to stretch into our city?"

"Our research institute plans to set up a branch in Lishi; this was feedback from colleagues over there. It’s on psychology, more than our psychiatry can handle appropriately."

"Go ahead, what kind of work?"

"The Central Hospital in Lishi plans to introduce a psychological counseling project. It’s a trial opportunity given by the higher-ups. The aim is to provide psychological counseling for severely injured and terminal patients, letting psychologists offer professional help to extend patients’ life, proving the psychological impact on the body."

For example, when someone has cancer or a car accident, the body takes a heavy blow, causing huge mental effects. If the psychological state is better adjusted, patients can be more confident, potentially living longer.

Upon hearing it was public-related, Qian immediately thought there wasn’t much profit to be made. Such trial projects funded by higher authorities, by the time funds trickle down to doctors, there’s hardly much left, although it’s quite good practice for regular psychologists.

Qian never lacks money. She originally didn’t want to accept but raised an eyebrow when she heard the trial hospital’s name.

She remembered... seems like Mr. Ye’s son, bitten in the groin by an animal, is hospitalized there? Given these circumstances...

"I’m a bit busy recently, but I can introduce my pupil to go over; she has a psychologist’s license."

"Having a license is fine—when did you start taking disciples?"

"The year I started university, she was my roommate. I found her eye-catching and took her in. Turned out, she became my second sister-in-law... Her current situation is highly suitable for this. I’m also thinking of giving her some training."

Indeed, Qian planned to introduce the freshman over.

"Alright, I can come over by noon tomorrow, we’ll talk then. By the way, Qian’er, do you drink chrysanthemum tea?"

Qian glanced at Liumei’s cup and thought, is this fate predestined?

"Of course."

"Then I’ll bring some over, my dad’s old friend just returned from the production area, brought quite a bit."

"Bring me more, I want to share it with Liumei."

"...Who?" Hearing this name, Fugui’s heart slightly raced, instinctively recalling the soft touch and the distinctive fresh lemon soap scent.

Although he also used the same-scent lemon soap, why does the aroma on his hands differ from theirs when applied like her soft touch?

"Liumei. She’s encountering some issues lately, so I thought I’d help her vent some anger."

"What’s wrong with her?" Fugui pursued.

Liumei urgently poked Qian, sister-in-law don’t speak nonsense, I’m fine!!!!!!

"Her—" Qian paused, "I won’t tell you now; you’ll know when you see her."

Haha, that’s called leaving suspense.

Qian’s suspenseful drop was very successful, so successful that after hanging up, Fugui felt like his heart was burning.

Chrysanthemum tea is for calming the fire; what’s wrong with Liumei?