Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 753 - 727: The Fat Sheep Case—Name Your Own Price

"To those who understand it, it’s an invaluable antique; to those who don’t, it’s just scrap paper. I can’t make every patient love, especially trash like Ye Daqian. So, I came up with a compromise."

"Free for those you like, and rip off those you don’t?"

"It’s not ripping off, willing participant and all, just like SM, based on mutual consent."

"Honey, why are you suddenly talking about heavy stuff like SM?"

"I recently read a book and had some insights. Actually, SM is also a kind of psychological disorder."

"Maybe you should read fewer of these colorful books. If they get you all fired up when I’m not around, how would you deal with it?"

"Get lost..."

Qian joked around with him for a bit when her phone rang with a message.

"Homosexual therapy?" Qian read out loud. Why is it this thing again?

She had just finished dealing with that issue, and now another one pops up?

"What’s this?" Yu Minglang leaned over.

"There’s a patient who was introduced without a name and won’t say who referred him, asking if I want to borrow a case to correct homosexuality. The price he offers is—"

Qian looked further down; the price section had only three words.

Charge as you like.

There was also a phone number left, suggesting Qian call if she agrees.

"Honey, are you going to accept this?" Yu Minglang still felt something was off about the message, though he couldn’t pinpoint what.

Qian’s patients mostly come through acquaintances; sometimes it’s anonymous contacts who don’t want to reveal their identity. It’s quite normal for wealthy people to protect their privacy.

Normally, Qian would never pass up a chance to earn money.

Especially with these anonymous texts — they scream wealthy and capricious big spender.

"No psychologist can recklessly claim to cure sexual orientation in homosexuality since some aspects are natural. Whatever the pay, I won’t do it."

Yu Minglang gently pecked Qian’s cheek, "My wife’s heart is indeed full of love."

Not charging high medical fees doesn’t necessarily mean having real medical ethics; it might just mean their skills are worth only that much. But refusing high medical fees shows a heart full of love.

Taking such exorbitant cases only leads to two outcomes: giving the man’s family unrealistic expectations or, like the previous case, helping the man deceive in marriage.

Qian loves money, but not this kind, and Yu Minglang loves this side of Qian completely.

"Sis-in-law, Narcissus and I bought a Mahjong set. The three of us should play tonight—ah!"

Liumei pushed open the door to see her brother and sister-in-law quickly separate. From the looks of it, it seemed her brother had pinned her sister-in-law against the wall for a kiss just now?

"Playing Mahjong sounds great. We happen to need a fourth, so I’m in too." Yu Minglang acted casual, while Qian pretended nonchalant, putting away the painting she planned to pass onto her daughter, securing it in the safe.

"We were going to invite Akka ... but you’re here, so we’ll count you in."

Upon hearing about the blonde across the hallway, Yu Minglang’s eyes slightly darkened.

He’d been busy monitoring Mai and helping his wife deal with the homosexual scam wedding in recent days, leaving him no time to address the suspicious blonde woman with a special lock across the hallway.

Mai, aside from delivering flowers to his wife, had been drowning himself in nightlife pursuits, picking up women — nothing unusual. Yu Minglang came this time to see Qian, partly because he calculated Mai should soon personally visit his wife, and partly to ascertain if the blonde across the hallway was spying on his wife.

"Get some noodles, eat a bit, and then play Mahjong. I’ve been broke lately, need to win some money to treat Fugui to a fancy meal!" Liumei rubbed her hands eagerly.

"Look at your ambition!" Yu Minglang disdainfully glanced at Liumei, planning first to play Mahjong with these girls, then spend the night rolling with his wife, and as soon as the blonde leaves tomorrow morning, he could start his action.

They said they lacked a fourth player and included Yu Minglang. Once seated, Liumei regretted it, as Yu Minglang continuously won, one against three.

Though Qian suspected Yu Minglang of cheating, even with three sets of eyes on him, they couldn’t spot it— Yu Minglang’s gift for cheating nearly rivaled Qian’s talent in psychology.

The infuriating part was, while winning, he ostentatiously twirled a Mahjong tile around his fingers, showcasing his impressive "hand skills."

Just short of declaring, "Yeah, I pulled a fast one. If you can’t catch it, whose fault is that?" Such an infuriating attitude!

Playing one yuan Mahjong, how much could you lose?

A lot!

Not only Narcissus, but Qian and Liumei were also having a hard time. Qian, being someone who seldom carried cash and usually used cards, was the most pitiable, even resorting to writing IOUs.

Yu Minglang had no shame; he declared that in the gambling world, there are no couples and insisted that Qian pay up, dismissing all her pleas.

Pushing a one-yuan hand wouldn’t cause such a big loss if they played this way. The ladies wouldn’t be losing so badly. The types Yu Minglang won were always high multipliers — the highest surpassed 88 times, meaning Yu Minglang won several hundred in one round!

He seemed particularly fond of teasing Qian, always calculating something when Qian would hit his "cannon," paying off three houses in one round, practically writing IOUs.

Even more shamelessly, after winning, he loved to flaunt it, asking essentially who he’d show up with his cheating skills?

In response, Narcissus retorted suddenly.

"Xiaoqiang, your hand speed is quite fast."

"Moderate, moderate, third in the world." Yu Minglang gloated.

"With such fast hand speed, Qian must be very happy with you, right?"

Qian’s hand trembled as it reached for the tiles, causing one to drop on the table, and Yu Minglang immediately laid out his tiles.

"Won! Pure color, Mei hit ’cannon,’ three-fold, pay up—I’m third in the world, Dadao is second; you too are quite happy!"

After saying the words, he proudly looked at Qian, Mei! Big bro stood up for you, doused Narcissus’s arrogance, Mei must love him even more!

No love indeed, Qian swiftly slapped Yu Minglang’s exposed arm, leaving a crisp sound behind, making the women in the room collectively relish.

Well done! Beat him!

"Do you have no shame! That wasn’t an intentional discard; my hand trembled and the tile fell, and you’re scoring on this?!"

Never seen such a shameless man!

"Mei, can’t you have some manners with your tiles? Tiles falling on the floor equals discarding, now pay up! No cash, then IOU, otherwise... hehe!"

Compensation in kind!!!

Qian had endured enough of his shamelessness.

"What just happened wasn’t bad manners."

She grabbed the tablecloth, tugged hard, causing all the Mahjong tiles to clatter onto the floor, with loose change scattering everywhere.

"This is bad manners, yes, I have bad manners now, what can you do?"

"Good!"

"Impressive!"

Narcissus and Liumei applauded enthusiastically, Qian being impressively bold!