Chapter 1073 - 1045: Threads Within a Single Line
Qian, wearing a warm, healing expression, gently comforted her sister-in-law, "I’ll help you release your stress and guarantee you a carefree family atmosphere."
"Qian, if it weren’t for you this time, I really wouldn’t know what to do."
The sister-in-law didn’t know how to describe her feelings at that moment.
What should have been a tricky problem, possibly even bringing disaster to her marriage, was easily untangled by Qian.
Qian unraveled everything smoothly, from pacifying Feng Manman to discovering her slight inner anomaly.
That is Chen Xiaoqian.
The fourth daughter-in-law of the Yu Family, an exceptionally skilled psychologist adept at solving all the surrounding problems.
Only in times of trouble does one realize how reassuring it is to have such a person nearby.
"You don’t have to say anything to me; I understand."
"But didn’t you say before that a psychologist can’t solve their own family’s issues?" The sister-in-law suddenly remembered something Qian had said a long time ago.
"It used to be that way, but since that event, I feel I’ve improved, and I can handle such small issues."
Qian easily managed the complex affair with Panpan, and she felt that she had grown in capability since then.
Of course, aside from her own effort, part of it also came from the confidential information passed to her by Qio Yu Xuan.
That information also included processes for treating family members, which profoundly impacted Xiaoqian’s worldview. When the traditional education taught her that some things should just be as they are, and no one can treat their family, Qio Yu Xuan showed her successful cases through examples.
So Qian progressed.
"Which event?" The sister-in-law caught on to Qian’s subtle hint and asked curiously.
Qian smirked, "Next, I’ll help you with mindfulness stress-reduction exercises. Follow me."
Qian didn’t plan to share the matter concerning Panpan with anyone. She felt that, with everything resolved, her brother, sister-in-law, and the secret of Panpan’s parentage should all be concluded in front of her, this confidante, and be put behind.
Unexpectedly, even though Qian, as the confidante, kept the secret, the direction of events still twisted two seemingly unrelated matters into the same path.
The progress of events unfolded as Xiaoqian anticipated.
First, the situation with Feng Manman. Xiaoqian painstakingly lured her step by step into a trap.
It’s said that after visiting the hospital the next day for a check-up, Feng Manman was so distraught she returned home in tears and suffered from insomnia that night. She painstakingly scrubbed every corner of her house with disinfectant.
The bodyguards were dismissed, and no maids were left behind; she cried while scrubbing furniture alone.
Meanwhile, Qian had returned to her home in Q City, relaxing with a cup of coffee, legs up, watching the remote monitor shared by her brother.
The speakerphone transmitted her brother’s voice.
"Qian, why did she have such a strong reaction? You really called it; you must be a genius."
"It’s nothing special. Anyone with a bit of psychological knowledge knows that fear of death and incurable diseases is common to everyone, but the severity varies with personality. Feng Manman’s past experiences and personality traits predestined her to have a chance of developing Aids-phobia during this special phase. I initially planned to give her some psychological cues to help her get into the role faster, but hearing about her behavior at the hospital, I feel I don’t even need to intervene personally. She’s already cooperating so perfectly, I can’t help it."
On the screen, Feng Manman picked up disinfectant to clean the furniture for the fifth time, as if she could wipe away HIV.
A typical compulsive reaction!
Feng Manman’s case has once again validated an undeniable truth.
Never offend a psychologist.
Qian can perceive human nature, pinpoint the cause of psychological issues through subtleties, and offer treatment as a result.
Conversely, she could deliver a fatal blow through minute observations; Feng Manman merely had a brief chat with Xiaoqian, and the latter already grasped her psychological traits, identifying the mental illness she was most prone to, slightly stimulating her to achieve the current outcome.
"Isn’t it bad for pregnant women to be exposed to such things? I don’t know whether the smell of disinfectant affects the fetus, but the way she wipes it, a normal person would have their respiratory tract stimulated." Qian commented casually.
Her brother sneered, "I don’t care if she lives or dies; she brought this entirely on herself. Following your instructions, I’ll have the hospital issue a fake test report to her tomorrow."
"Great! According to my prediction, tomorrow will be the emotional climax of Feng Manman’s breakdown. Once she receives the report, she’s most likely to vent her emotions on her accomplices, since such selfish people usually attribute negative outcomes to others.
"Will you come tomorrow? I fetched Feng Manman’s previous call records and found a call from Lishi; maybe her accomplice is in Lishi."
"I’ll come along, then hitch a ride home."
It’s been a few days, and she really misses her Xiaoqiang.
Xiaoqian strategically delayed the delivery of the test report to instigate psychological pressure on the opponent. The excruciating wait extends every minute, every second.
Though it’s a bit harsh on a pregnant woman, Qian’s never sympathized with self-destructive behavior.
No one asked Feng Manman to plot against her brother; moreover, Feng Manman’s accomplices initially never intended to let this child be born. Such callousness from her co-conspirators justifies others’ strategic responses.
After tomorrow, everything should be settled, right? She could return home to enjoy her small happy life. Qian hung up on her brother and dialed Yu Minglang, whose phone line was busy.
"Qian’er! Have some chestnuts; they’re just bought, so eat them while warm!"
Qian’s mom shouted from the outer room, and Qian replied before going out to eat.
It’s the season for fresh chestnuts; sugar-roasted chestnuts are most fitting now. The slight chill in the air before the heating is on makes warm chestnuts cozy for the stomach.
Qian focused on peeling chestnuts, sensing her mom’s eyes gleaming at her, seemingly wanting to speak but hesitating.
"Mom, what’s up?"
Usually, the old lady can’t keep things to herself; what’s with her today?
Qian’s mom rubbed her hands, pursed her lips, but still couldn’t bring up the subject.
Hmm, there must be something going on.
Qian stuffed a chestnut into her mouth, blinking, "You haven’t picked up some freeloading task for me because I’m home, have you? If there’s anything, spill it out now."
Since mentioning this to her mom last time, she hadn’t been tasked with those random plea requests from relatives.
"No, there’s nothing for you to do. I’ve turned down the ones who came to me." Qian’er’s mom organized her words, seeing her daughter eating without a care, feeling anxious inside.
Middle-aged gossipy mothers can’t hold their peace; when Qian reached her third chestnut, her mom finally couldn’t hold back and began to speak.