Chapter 1102 - 1074: Poor Qian
This villain already had a superior intellect. The schemes he devised were almost flawless, but it was just his bad luck that he encountered Qian and Yu Minglang, rendering all his tricks useless.
"He previously had an underling, you could say a die-hard, who, after being released, made it his first priority to find this loyal follower and let him find a way to bring Panpan out. You could say that this plan was long in the making, even if he hadn’t been caught, he was also planning to approach Wang Xiaohong."
The net of justice was slow but sure; ultimately, this villain fell into the legal net. Even more unfortunate for him was meeting Chen Xiaoqian, ensuring a miserable end for him.
"So who is Panpan then..." Qiao Zhen was eager to ask whose child Panpan really was.
"He is my son."
"He is Yu Yibai of the Yu Family."
Da Yi and Yu Minglang spoke in unison, Panpan was just Panpan, he didn’t belong to anyone, nor did anyone relate to him.
It wasn’t just these people who wanted to know whose child Panpan was; even the villain was curious. Unfortunately, the paternity test hadn’t been done before he was driven insane by Qian’s torment.
Only Qian, who had seen the DNA test results of Panpan with her own eyes, knew the answer. But now, Qian didn’t want to discuss any matters related to this case anymore.
Everything was already over.
Though everyone was especially eager to know what exactly happened during those three hours when Yu Minglang and Qian were alone with the villain.
What could make a heinous and unrepentant person lose their mind after three hours alone with Qian and Yu Minglang, nearly turning them into a madman, but seemingly not completely, as he remained conscious yet filled with constant fear and unease every second?
But nobody could know this answer. After Qian came out, she was not in a good mood, having fallen into a deep pit of depression, a level of empathy more severe than any treatment she had undergone before.
After Yu Minglang brought her out, he just briefly reported back, and when all the procedures were done, they could finally be alone, and Qian forced herself to gather some spirit.
"I want to see Panpan."
That child must have been left with shadows in their heart after this incident. Qian pressed down the heaviness inside her, thinking she must visit Panpan.
Just as she said this, Qian’s phone rang; it was a call from Da Yi.
"Qian, we, Second Brother and I, will handle Panpan’s side, you don’t need to worry about it. Just rest well and don’t come over."
Da Yi’s character wasn’t like this; her first reaction when encountering an issue was usually a lack of confidence. However, when it came to her son’s issues, she took on the responsibility of a mother.
"Are you sure you can handle it alone?"
"It’s fine, not just me, Second Brother is back too."
Da Yi said resolutely.
"He is our son, we will definitely take good care of him. Thank you, Qian, you just need to relax and recover now."
This was Da Yi’s thoughtful gesture as she knew that Qian had expended a lot of mental energy over this matter. The impact this incident had on Qian must be significant, and she couldn’t let Qian worry about her son during this most vulnerable time, it was time for her to show her strength.
After hanging up the phone, Qian sat on the sofa in thought for a while; in the end, she chose to trust Da Yi.
If the defects brought about by genes are irreversible, then the best treatment in the world should not come from a psychologist but from the selfless love given by parents. She believed that Da Yi and Second Brother could help Panpan come out of it.
With the pressure now gone, Qian sat deep into the sofa, feeling a void in her heart.
It’s okay when she’s busy, but once idle, the pain just hovers around, swirling without an outlet, leaving only a feeling of blockage in her heart.
Yu Minglang came in with two cups of hot chocolate and immediately noticed her bewildered, helpless expression. This Qian had none of the external bravado left and neither the poised and commanding presence after facing off with the villain; she was just a bewildered, fragile small figure, sitting there softly.
Most people only saw her flawless record, possessing what others could not. To outsiders, she was the epitome of victory, synonymous with assurance.
But who could see her fragility?
"Want to wash your hands?" He set down the hot chocolate, asking softly.
Qian looked up blankly, then shook her head.
He would usually interrupt when Qian’s hand-washing compulsion acted up by keeping her company, but this time he suggested that Qian wash her hands because he felt her current state was too heart-wrenching.
Her emotions, on the brink of collapse, were seeking an outlet but had no channel to vent.
Seeing that she didn’t even want to wash her hands, his heart ached more, so he sat beside her and held her close.
"It’s okay to cry if you’re sad."
"It’s not sadness, it’s a kind of... depression."
Sadness is tied to a single point of unhappiness, but depression is not.
It’s just inexplicably low, inexplicably heavy, unable to find any reason for this heaviness but unable to control one’s emotions.
It’s like actors who occasionally fall into depression or commit suicide after embodying a character; it’s the inability to exit the storyline. Psychologists also encounter this. Her opponent was too formidable; to take down this high-intelligence personality, Qian exerted all her abilities to the utmost, dragging him down, but she also got stuck in it.
"Am I useless since I still can’t remain indifferent?" Qian said with empty eyes, despising her current weakness, but she really couldn’t control it.
"No, you’re amazing." Yu Minglang gently kissed her hair, seriously evaluating her.
"If I were truly as excellent as everyone says, how could I end up in such a state? I always try to help everyone with a superior, omnipotent manner, but when I face problems myself, why can’t I get past them?" She hated herself.
"Doctors cannot heal themselves, and it’s normal for you to react this way to this incident. Don’t forget, this villain is the most vicious and formidable we’ve encountered to date. Precisely because you invested emotions, you were able to trap him. If even you don’t believe you are truly that person, how would he ever believe it?"
Yu Minglang’s words aptly comforted Qian, giving her depressed heart a turnaround, as she looked at him, such an expression twisted Yu Minglang’s heart with compassion.
My poor Qian...
"You had to put yourself in the villain’s shoes to move his heart and drag him in, but Qian, you are not that type of person, so you find it hard to escape. If you feel sad, cry to me, don’t hold it in."
His words gave Qian’s emotions a release, her pent-up tears finally spilling out in grievance.
"They all died, never to return. While I was recounting, my heart was actually numb, I used the villain’s perspective to repeatedly tell the story, but when everything ended, my heart was so weighed down, I seemed to see those sorrowful scenes, saw those innocent women crying for my help, but I couldn’t help them, I couldn’t do anything..."
As she said this, she broke down into sobs.