Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 818: Chapter 792: How Much Rice Does the World Owe Your Family?

The director’s voice came closer and closer, and as soon as Qian heard it, she immediately stood up, grabbed her small bag, and rushed out without looking back.

”Sorry, Xuan, I have to go now. Let’s catch up over the phone later!” Qian waved her hand, worried that if she delayed, someone would chase after her.

”Ah, Dr. Chen! Aren’t you waiting for Mr. Qio?” The director blocked Qian.

”No, I have a splitting headache. Tell that professor, ’Farewell forever.’” Qian said without looking back, and left.

The director couldn’t stop her, although his old classmate Mr. Liu had asked him to make sure Chen Xiaoqian met Mr. Qio. But if Chen Xiaoqian wanted to leave, he couldn’t exactly tie her up like a patient, could he?

”Oh no, oh no, Liu will kill me. The duck that was almost in my mouth has flown away!” The director felt a headache just thinking about Mr. Liu’s reaction when he went to close the open office door.

”Hi! Hello~” Xuan, sitting in a chair, waved at the director.

”Ah! Duck! No, I mean, Mr. Qio!!! Why are you here? The person I wanted to introduce to you just left. I’ll go fetch her back immediately!” The director wished he could grow wings and fly out to bring Qian back quickly. Look, the living world authority is here!

”No need. She... has a splitting headache, hahaha!” Xuan laughed heartily, finding Qian’s attempt to avoid him adorable.

Xuan, whose full name is Qio Yu Xuan, was the person who brought alcohol to Qian. His other identity was as a world-class psychology authority.

”Uh... you’ve met her? So, what do you think of the child?” The director, being an earnest person, had promised Mr. Liu to make the introduction and was determined to follow through.

”Her skills are solid, her personality is cute, her handwriting is neat, and her train of thought is clear.” Mr. Qio picked up the case file Qian left on the table, examined it seriously while commenting.

The director cautiously observed this expression. Did it indicate likability, or not?

Everyone knew Mr. Qio had an eccentric temperament, and he was famous for the ability to change his expression in a second. Anyone who offended him could forget about speaking to him again for life.

”Well... do you think it’s possible for her to become your doctoral student? We aren’t forcing anything. This child is a student of my classmate, exceptionally outstanding, having won numerous international awards, and even treated many——”

”No.” Mr. Qio closed Qian’s case file, and that single ”no” put a lump in the director’s heart.

Oh no, oh no, how to explain this to Mr. Liu?

”The awards she won are not weighty enough. She should be even better, more distinguished. What she won before was just child’s play meant to amuse kids.”

”... She even accelerated her credit completion during university, participated in many major projects with her mentor in her graduate studies, and all——” The director listed, having memorized the relevant info in advance. A promise made is a promise kept.

”Your hospital’s conditions are too poor, especially the inpatient department. The zoning for patients is unclear, and that door lock isn’t scientific. Patients with violent tendencies might escape. I just checked the wards; it’s not okay.”

”Uh?” Trying to promote Chen Xiaoqian, why mention these?

Mr. Qio pulled a small notebook from his pocket and wrote down a series of numbers on it.

”Consider this check as my donation to you for renovations.”

”Ah!!!” A windfall! The director almost started dancing. Funding from the nation was too little for them to improve the environment, but wait—

”Why are you donating to us?”

”Because, you’re an honest person.”

Mr. Qio patted the director’s shoulder and said with a smile.

The director, having said so many good things about Qian, seemed quite pleasing to Mr. Qio.

In a flustered escape, the principal left Qian’s consulting room feeling increasingly uneasy along the way.

A secret she had buried deep inside her was discovered, and there was nothing more terrifying than that.

While waiting for a long-distance minibus by the roadside, she saw pedestrians on the street, feeling like everyone was mocking her. Even an old woman selling fruit on the street who smiled at her seemed like she was ridiculing her for being a loose woman.

”I’m not a loose woman, I’m not...”

When the ideas she used to persecute Weiwei turned on her, the principal bore immense psychological pressure and pain. She wanted to say that the one at fault was not herself, but that demon, that psychologist who knew her secret.

Dammit, how did she know my secret...

If only that woman wasn’t around, wasn’t around...

The seed of wickedness grew wantonly in her heart as the principal paced back and forth at the doorway of the psychiatric rehabilitation center, trying hard to figure out how to make Qian keep quiet.

Two people walked out from the mental health center’s entrance, seemingly a middle-aged couple. The woman was wiping her tears, the man’s brow was tightly furrowed—obvious signs of being a patient’s family.

”Dear, don’t cry. The doctor restrained him because his mood was unstable and he kept hitting people. We’ve already communicated with the doctor, as soon as he calms down, they won’t restrict his freedom like this anymore.”

”Whenever his episodes occur, he’s never been this agitated. The doctor said he even bent the iron bars. What on earth has happened?”

When mental patients have episodes, sometimes their strength can be frighteningly immense.

”I just asked the doctor, he said it seemed like he saw a female doctor here who looked like that Meiwei he’s always mentioning, and so he got agitated. That Meiwei is such a troublemaker, hosting that weird emotional program, causing my son to be this way...”

The couple’s conversation drifted into the principal’s ears, and also those of Liumei and Fugui, who had just come back from seeing their classmates and were there to pick up Qian.

Initially, they didn’t pay much heed to the couple’s chatting, but when they heard their sister-in-law’s stage name, Liumei snapped.

”Hold on, explain, what did Meiwei do to you?”

”What’s it to you! Are you crazy!” This family particularly enjoyed redirecting their grievances onto others.

Fugui held Liumei’s hand, signaling her to stay calm and patiently explaining to the others.

”Excuse me, do you have any complaints about the night talk program on Lishi Traffic Radio?”

”That female host’s voice is too ominous, it stimulated my son into having a mental illness, causing him to be hospitalized now, boohoo! The old lady is so unfair, why do so many people get sick, yet it had to be my son!”

Liumei was absolutely furious upon hearing this.

What nonsense!

What kind of bizarre thinking is this, others getting sick is okay, but not your son? How much rice do others owe your family?

What does this have to do with her sister-in-law, anyway? The show drew a few thousand if not tens of thousands of listeners, and why didn’t they have mental issues? If her sister-in-law truly had the power to provoke mental illness with just a few words, then the country should hire her for a high salary; in future wars, just have her use a loudspeaker to drive the enemy troops insane.

To fabricate charges, there is no lack of excuses!