Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss-Chapter 19 - : Chapter 19: Everyone has a wounded kid in their heart

Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Everyone has a wounded kid in their heart

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Many parents teach their children to respect the elderly, but after saying so, they turn around and disrespect their elders. Children see this and subtly form a certain set of values.

Seeing the teacher’s hypocrisy, and the father in the market who only beats his child and uses harsh language to control him, Xiao Qian had already predicted the child’s future.

“If you don’t find the right treatment, do you know what your daughter will eventually become?”

“A thief…” The homeroom teacher muttered.

“Pathological stealing can develop into schizophrenia and psychotic disorders, accompanied by self-directed disorders, and paranoid delusions, or what we commonly refer to as mental illness.”

When Xiao Qian uttered the words “mental illness,” the homeroom teacher shook her head in tears.

“No, absolutely not. We will educate her well. She’s still young and will grow up and understand, then she’ll be fine!”

“Many parents deceive themselves with the idea that things will get better as their child grows older. But do you know that while a person’s physical appearance changes with age, the inner child may remain trapped at the moment of trauma? Without proper guidance, it will follow her for a lifetime.”

As a lifelong psychological authority, Xiao Qian had seen many such examples.

Although everyone’s growth experiences and psychological resilience are different, every single serial killer, when traced back rigorously, has a traumatic childhood without exception.

Because of the trauma experienced in childhood, they develop deviations as they grow up, and the damaged child inside them remains trapped in their childhood, manifesting externally as a twisted heart in an adult body.

Xiao Qian believed that her current vengeful character was forged through numerous painful experiences. However, her emotional intelligence was not low, and her IQ was high, so she had a set of bottom lines. Although her methods were ruthless, her intelligence and emotional intelligence restrained her from harming the innocent.

But how many people have the emotional intelligence and IQ like Xiao Qian?

“We will correct her behavior, and Yaya won’t become what you said!”

“Your so-called correction methods are actually ridiculous. When children develop mental illnesses, they all, without exception, feel unloved. There’s already a hole in her heart, and instead of filling it, you resort to violence to suppress her. The hole will only grow larger, and clinically, her illness will worsen.”

“You’re talking nonsense, you’re talking nonsense!”

“Your daughter’s condition will go through several stages. Right now, she’s in the initial stage. If the condition continues to deteriorate, she’ll develop slack thinking and, due to your restraint, violent resistance, and even self-harm. In the final stage, she’ll suffer from paranoid delusions and other schizophrenia symptoms. By then, even if you find a psychologist, it will be useless, and she’ll need to be admitted to the Psychiatry Department.”

Xiao Qian had already walked away, leaving the homeroom teacher covering her face, sobbing.

Inside the empty house, only the broken character for morality on the wall silently watched everything.

Xiao Qian walked through the deserted school campus, suddenly wanting to wash her hands.

Vigorously, fiercely washing.

She was still too soft-hearted.

She could have reported the teacher and ruined her, but once she did that, the kleptomaniac child would be completely ruined for life. If the mother’s image collapsed, the child’s scarred heart would suffer even more, and by then, it would be impossible to make up for the damage, exacerbating her illness even if she didn’t go mad.

Having the teacher copy passages from books on child education and keeping the child by her side for long-term companionship would fill some of the emotional void in her heart. Although this would not completely cure the child’s pathological stealing, it would lay a good foundation for treating her condition with a psychologist in the future.

As long as the teacher was willing to take the child to see someone, there was still hope for the child.

A mini tornado suddenly blew through the campus again.

Are there really ghosts? If there are, she wished Xiao Wei could come and see her.

Xiao Wei, ever since you left, the wounded child in my heart has been crying for you, but why can’t 1 see you? Who will fill the hole in my broken heart?

“Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue can’t bring me what I want, so 1’11 continue to be a villainess boss. I won’t have such kindness and pity next time.”

Xiao Qian whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as the mini tornado blew.

After leaving the school, Xiao Qian walked along the street until her tears dried. Then she found another KFC and washed her hands vigorously for 5 minutes until the waiter looked at her sideways. Only then did she restore her indifferent expression and leave.

Next, she had to take care of some serious business.

Along with the recorder she used to gather evidence, she also carried a camera.

That camera was the key to earning her tuition money.

Xiao Qian went to the hotel as her brother Chen Zilong had described and sat down in a cold drink shop across the street.

Having ordered a pot of chrysanthemum tea, Xiao Qian sat straight up, silently watching the scene outside the window.

The waiter came over several times to ask if anything was wrong.

“Girl, do you have any troubles? Are you willing to talk to your elder sister about it? I can offer you some advice.”

The waiter was a woman in her forties with a warm smile. She saw Xiao Qian sitting there and was worried she might have been troubled by something, so she came over to chat.

Xiao Qian returned her smile, “Thank you, I’m fine.”

Suddenly, Xiao Qian saw a little red QQcar swaying and advancing. She stood up and placed 20 yuan on the table.

While the waitress was giving her change, Xiao Qian walked out.

“Girl, here’s your change!”

“No need.” For Xiao Qian, a small tip for a stranger’s care and smile was not a big deal.

She would soon be rich, and the idiot driving the QQcar would give her the money willingly.

Xiao Qian had already walked out the door when the elder sister chased after her and stubbornly stuffed her with 5 yuan.

“Just come back again next time.” She smiled warmly.

Xiao Qian hesitated, as she had been so used to giving tips in her past life. The elder sister’s words made her a bit uncomfortable, but she nodded and returned a smile.

Kind people spread warmth without expecting anything in return. Lousy people like Ni Jianren, even when they hurt others, don’t think it’s much of a harm. That’s the difference.

When Xiao Qian went out, Ni Jianren had already entered the hotel. She squatted next to his car wheel, and when no one was looking, she removed the valve cap and slowly inserted the toothpick she just got.

A hissing sound came, and Xiao Qian nodded with satisfaction.

It seemed that she had adapted to her lower-class status quite well, doing what suited her current position. If she were still the rich female boss of her past life, would she ever have deflated someone’s tire like this?

Usually, she would make people tailgate or pull off a scamming trick on those she despised. Rich people had their way of playing, and so did the poor.

Believing that no one had noticed her actions, Xiao Qian stood up and went into the hotel. However, in the private room window on the second floor of the hotel next door, a pair of sharp eyes caught her every move.

“Young Boss, the meat is cooked. If you don’t eat it, your brothers will finish it all!”

Yu Minglang got up and walked outside. “I’ll treat you guys to this meal. Eat slowly..”