Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Apiao felt extremely curious. He had seen quite a few authoritative figures, but none as miraculous as this, diagnosing so quickly. Judging by Li’s reaction, Qian’s diagnosis probably hit the mark!

"Clinical experience determines everything. When you guys were still cramming in classrooms, my teacher was already guiding me through various cases. I’m not exaggerating when I say the cases I’ve studied could stack several meters high. This is just a small matter."

Qian’s show-off deserves full marks. She found it easy to mislead these young guys. Although everyone studies psychology, their specialties are not quite the same, so putting some effort into bamboozling them isn’t wrong at all.

"Your teacher is—" Apiao was skeptical.

"My teacher is Liu Linlin. Although I met her during university, we had crossed paths years earlier, and she even entrusted me with her personal notebook."

Upon hearing this, the group was filled with admiration.

Liu Linlin had quite a reputation in the Lishi circle, after all, renowned teachers produce excellent students.

In this field, you need a mentor. Qian made it clear that she was taken under Mr Liu’s wing as a closed-door disciple before attending university, so her clinical experience was unmatched.

What you learn in school are just rote theories; a good mentor who guides you can make learning twice as efficient. Books can’t compare to clinical practice; a teacher’s personal walk-through leaves a deeper impression than hundreds of thousands of words of theoretical text.

It was at this moment that Apiao realized Qian’s title of national competition champion was no accident.

He was quite upset when he first heard someone was parachuting into the position and indifferent to Qian’s accolades, but her various performances had changed his entire worldview, and he finally understood that Qian’s reputation was well-earned. Her assignment here had a definite justification.

"Regarding your recent diagnosis, could you share some of your experiences with us?" Apiao noticeably grew more respectful.

Qian thought that Li’s mania couldn’t possibly be identified at a glance, right?

Not only her— even bringing Mr Liu over or that internationally recognized oddball, Qio Yu Xuan, couldn’t discern it at a glance.

It was, of course, from past experiences.

Li, although accomplished in research, has suffered from mania for years.

In this field, there’s an unwritten rule that having a psychological disorder oneself equates to losing one’s medical qualifications. Who would trust a doctor with an illness? If a researcher has problems, who would have faith in their research results?

The fact is, most professionals in this line have psychological issues or disorders, to varying degrees.

Li, after falling ill, dared not publicize it and could only seek Qian, a pricey yet extremely confidential private doctor, years later. Qian connected today’s signs of irritability from Li’s past, pushed his condition forward slightly, and spoke lightly about it, instantly convincing Li.

The showdown started even before the meeting began: a few rounds of clashes with intense rivalry. But due to Qian’s one-shot victory over Li, the meeting was more harmonious than expected.

The leader of the research institute was neutralized, leaving only Liu Miao dissatisfied with Qian. This dissatisfaction had no specific reason and stemmed from instinctual aversion between women.

In a team with only one beautiful woman who enjoys sustained admiration, the sudden emergence of someone even prettier and younger naturally elicits exclusion.

Liu Miao deliberately asked Qian several tricky questions during the meeting, mostly irrelevant to the current case, to which Qian answered smoothly. Liu Miao, seeing she couldn’t stump Qian, finally relented.

On one side, Liu Miao sipped floral tea elegantly while Qian posed a professional question relevant to the case. It seemed casual, yet Liu Miao failed to respond within seconds.

The difference in caliber was apparent.

Liu Miao posed unrelated questions to trouble Qian, but Qian could raise related inquiries, even stumping specialized researchers briefly, marking a historic victory.

The opposite party fell into contemplation while Mo Di already had an answer.

"Mr Chen was referring to Sternberg’s success intelligence, correct? You’re implying the suspect’s intelligence test scores are high, showing an advantage in ability dimensions."

"That’s exactly it." Qian exchanged glances with Mo Di, while the other members of the psych team inwardly celebrated with flowers!

Well done! By preemptively answering, it underscored the opponent’s slower response. Quick face-slapping is satisfying.

Liu Miao’s face twitched slightly; who is this bothersome Chen Xiaoqian?

With the meeting concluded, Apiao and the others felt unprecedentedly pleased. After dealing with the research institute for so long, this spontaneous happiness was refreshing.

Once the meeting dispersed, Apiao decided to splurge on a feast, and just as he reached the parking lot, Liu Miao chased after him.

"Team Leader Apiao, I have something to ask you." Liu Miao politely ignored Qian, displaying impeccable courtesy.

"What is it?"

"I wanted to ask you whether one was involved in this operation. When does he have time? I have some work-related matters I wish to discuss with him. Can you ask him for me?"

Apiao blinked, "Don’t ask me. For his availability, ask Mr Chen."

"Who?"

Several hands from the psych team pointed towards Qian from all directions, "Ask her!"

"Her...?" Liu Miao suddenly had an ominous feeling. Could it be...

"Mr Chen’s short tenure in our team as an external consultant isn’t solely due to her professional skills, but also demonstrates our empathy. She and one are newlyweds; out of consideration for their disrupted honeymoon, Mr Chen was granted special permission as a temporary consultant here, so for one’s time, ask her."

Panties.

A single older young woman’s heart just shattered into pieces.

Yu Minglang felt an ominous atmosphere as soon as he got home from work.

His brilliant, unparalleled wife wore a bathrobe and a charcoal mask on her face. Her bright, shiny eyes shot daggers at him.

"Honey, weren’t we going to have dinner with Second Brother’s family? Aren’t you changing and putting on makeup?"

"Haha, I don’t feel like putting on makeup. You got a problem with that?" Qian replied sarcastically.

"Oh, then don’t put it on." Anyway, his wife looked good either way.

"I knew you’d grown tired of this face. Whether I put on makeup or not makes no difference to you anymore."

Yu Minglang stopped his journey to the bathroom and sat next to her instead. Their eyes met, and Qian unleashed a flurry of displeasure signals.