Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss-Chapter 645 - 619: Analyzing the Sand Tray and Checking Out Those Long Legs!
Liao Fugui immediately noticed something different.
"Is this made by someone with a mood disorder?"
Liao Fugui is an expert in identifying mental disorders. Sand therapy is his elective course, and he can immediately recognize this unique sand tray.
"It’s from a depression patient, which is a type of mood disorder. Fugui, did you notice any issues?" Qian was about to discuss with someone when Liao Fugui arrived at the perfect time.
"This is a woman, psychologically immature, not good at socializing, with a severe mood disorder. She has issues with relationships, which likely originate from her father."
"Great minds think alike; a venomous snake is placed at the father’s position, which is quite strange."
"Snakes can mean many things. Maybe she just placed the venomous snake there casually." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
"No, I have many kinds of snakes. She took a long time choosing when she placed the snake. I even reminded her by saying it was venomous, and she told me it had to be poisonous."
"The venomous snake as the father... that’s hard to justify. Her father hit her? Has a tendency for violence? Or... no, that can’t be it, too cruel." That possibility is rare in the country.
Liao Fugui looked at the sand tray from all angles without missing any detail, even bending down to look up, noticing the straight long legs—long?!
Liao Fugui looked up, his face instantly reddening.
Liumei, holding a fruit tray, was standing at the other end of the sand tray, and looking up from down there gave an even more stunning visual effect; those legs are so long...
"Sister-in-law, your friend!" Liumei handed the fruit tray to Liao Fugui, flashing him a dazzling smile.
"Hello there, I am Yu Liumei."
"Hello."
This pair of long legs gave him a considerable visual shock. Liumei’s skin is a bit darker than usual girls, leaving a deep impression that stuck with him, resulting in Liao Fugui dreaming of honey-colored big butterflies at night, flying and suddenly turning into two pairs of big long legs...
"This is my brother, Liao Fugui. His official title is Deputy Chief Forensic Psychiatrist. This is Minglang’s cousin, Yu Liumei." Qian formally introduced them.
"So young and already a Deputy Chief Forensic Psychiatrist? Wow, you must have a high degree of education, right?"
"It’s okay..." Liao Fugui gets a bit nervous in front of women, especially such beautiful women, those long legs...
"He’s a PhD in forensic psychiatry."
"Wow, such a handsome PhD, so impressive! I really envy you educated people. Not like me, even getting a college diploma was quite a struggle."
"Don’t say that, um, the great leader once said that people with lower education can still achieve success and talents come from the young. You can do it!" Liao Fugui avoided looking at the long legs, seriously encouraging while his gaze wandered elsewhere.
Qian rolled her eyes; this habit of quoting every time, when will it change? Probably won’t...
"Truly talented at speaking eloquently, much better than my boyfriend."
Qian looked at Yu Liumei in surprise, "When did you get a boyfriend?"
"Sophomore year, I think? Forget it, it’s been several years."
"You’ve never mentioned it before..." She always thought Liumei was single. The key thing is, living with Qian for so long, she’s never seen her on the phone or writing letters to this mysterious boyfriend?
"Sometimes I even forget I have a boyfriend. He works at the border, we’ve been together for more than two years, yet called less than 10 times, dated twice, maybe wrote 3 letters?" Yu Liumei couldn’t quite remember, but roughly that’s how it was.
"... Are you sure, you’re still dating him?" Qian was shocked by these numbers.
Dating for two years and less than ten phone calls, that’s quite something.
"Yes, we plan to marry this winter." Yu Liumei looked at Qian and Liao Fugui’s surprised expressions in confusion, did she say something strange?
Qian swallowed, "You... want to get married?"
"Yes, it’s time to settle down and start a family. If he’s still there and not coming back, I’m here and pretty well off. Hey, are you two alright?" Yu Liumei waved her hand in front of Qian, her sister-in-law’s expression was so funny, like someone pressed her acupoints.
"Don’t you think, two years and 10 phone calls, dating twice, is a bit too little?" Liao Fugui gently hinted, honest people just don’t quite listen.
"It’s alright, aren’t men busy?" Yu Liumei didn’t feel anything. When she was in college, seeing everyone else finding boyfriends, she casually found one. Then the new instructor at the school asked if she’d date, she agreed because he looked handsome, but just when they confirmed their relationship, he got transferred.
"No matter how busy, two years and only ten phone calls?!" Qian asked.
"He said he usually is very busy, the work is especially hard."
"But still, two years and only ten phone calls? Could he be busier than my man?" Before Qian finished her sentence, her phone rang.
Yu Minglang called, Qian glanced at Yu Liumei as if saying, see, I told you so!
Yu Xiaoqiang is extremely busy, yet whenever he has time, he certainly calls Qian or finds time to write letters, accumulates them, and sends them to her. Two years and ten phone calls is way too exaggerated.
More exaggerated is, Liumei is going to marry this kind of person?
Qian went to the balcony to take the call, leaving Liao Fugui and Yu Liumei in the living room, slightly awkward for just the two of them.
Yu Liumei originally wanted to find a topic to chat with Liao Fugui, but seeing this guy sitting upright like he’s meditating with his eyes focused on his nose and heart, she couldn’t find anything to say.
The highly educated forensic director seems so high and cold—this is Liumei’s misunderstanding, he’s not high-cold but rather doesn’t know where to look. Liumei changed into hot pants and an oversized t-shirt at home, her honey-colored skin looks especially nice. Liao Fugui suspects her bare leg length might be close to a meter, too long...
"Just finished dinner, Fugui came to our place, um, I’m doing quite well..."
Qian’s chat voice echoed intermittently. Seeing it, she wouldn’t put the phone down for ten or twenty minutes. Afraid the atmosphere would become too awkward, Yu Liumei proactively suggested.
"Can your sand tray treat everything?"
"Only certain psychological conditions and mental disorders. The sand tray itself symbolizes a psychological container. In sand tray therapy theory, we believe everyone has the ability to self-heal inner wounds. Sand tray games are about expressing inner feelings through visual effects." Liao Fugui quickly sat up when he heard her question.
No idea why, seeing this girl makes him nervous. Even the words seem a bit hard to articulate.
"Can you show me?" Liumei found these new things particularly interesting, like tarot cards, equally fun.
"You can. You can use these materials to create a picture or scene you like, feel free to do as you please." Fugui hardly dared to breathe, explained earnestly.
