"If you can’t keep your promise, no matter who you are, I’ll make sure you die a horrible death."

Song Qingwu’s words made Qian breathe a sigh of relief. She had won.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Just as Song Qingwu was about to hang up, Qian stopped him.

"Hmm?"

"Bring some seasonal fruits over. I’m out of fruits at home. Buy the most expensive ones. Consider it the extra cost for scaring me yesterday, not part of the consultation fee. Also, you injured my classmate, so the medical expenses are on you."

"...You’re the first woman who dares to treat me like this."

"Because I deserve it, remember from now on, I’m your psychologist. No matter your identity, status, or how much money you have, in the eyes of a psychologist, there are only two titles. Those with issues are patients, and those without but seeking answers are clients. Client, I remind you not to forget the fruits."

"...You’d better pray that you can walk the talk."

"You’d better make sure the fruits you buy are the most expensive, best, and freshest. Offending a psychologist won’t end well."

Qian hung up the phone, Yu Minglang ruffled her hair.

"You did really well."

"Yeah, right. I was so nervous I almost died." Qian grabbed her water cup and drank it heavily.

The conversation she just had with Song Qingwu was actually a psychological game.

If she showed fear, the other party would notice, so even showing excessive arrogance and making Song Qingwu buy fruits was part of Qian’s Heart Attack Skill. Dealing with such a dangerous character requires ensuring every move stings the opponent’s weak spot.

"He will definitely take the bait." Yu Minglang encouraged Qian. Even he was impressed by her performance, and Song Qingwu would surely fall for it too.

"Let’s go, and finish that crucial step with me." Qian clenched her left hand, and Yu Minglang extended his right, a large and small fist bumping together.

"Live and die together."

The success or failure depends on the upcoming battle!

The drive back took just over ten minutes. Qian closed her eyes, feeling a bit nervous.

After becoming a boss in her past life, she rarely felt nervous.

In her previous life, she had faced patients more terrifying than Song Qingwu. Back then, Boss Qian wasn’t afraid at all. She had enough confidence and courage, fearing nothing.

But now, with all her knowledge and scheming more than her previous life, Boss Qian found herself nervous.

The source of her anxiety—Qian glanced at Yu Minglang, who was driving.

It was him.

"Happiness is truly a double-edged sword."

"What?" Yu Minglang knew Qian was adjusting her emotions from the start, so he kindly didn’t disturb her. But he didn’t understand why Qian suddenly said that.

"I said, a person’s happiness is a double-edged sword, both good and bad. Like now, I’m very happy, having a family, money, and a man. But the bad side is that I’m more timid, worrying that I’ll lose this happiness if I make a mistake."

After experiencing the taste of happiness, how could she be willing to return to the cold hell of just money and power?

"You don’t need to be afraid of anything. Just do your best. If you make a mistake, I’ll fix it for you, no matter what you mess up."

Qian relaxed her brow at his reassurance, filling her heart with a soft yet endless courage.

Nothing is scary with him by her side.

The two discussed how to react when they meet Song Qingwu later. The principle remained the same as they said yesterday, acting light-heartedly.

The more cautious the matter, the more it should be handled calmly, pretending not to care, without letting the high-IQ, cunning, and sly Song Qingwu find any flaw.

Qian slightly adjusted her mood, igniting 200% combat power with Yu Minglang’s encouragement. By the time they reached the entrance of the neighborhood where she lived with Liumei, Qian had regained the overbearing momentum of an invincible boss woman.

Parked below their building was the car the two thugs from yesterday used, with no sign of Song Qingwu. He might be in the car, but below it, one of the thugs from yesterday was fiercely fighting with Arca, who had just returned home.

Arca didn’t come back yesterday and stayed in the hospital overnight. Today, worried about Qian, he wanted to stop by. As soon as he arrived downstairs, he saw the man in black from yesterday. Arca, protective of Qian, immediately started fighting with the thug.

Yu Minglang parked the car and got out with Qian.

"Didn’t have enough yesterday?" Qian’s remark made the thug pause, allowing Arca to take the chance to kick the thug hard on his nether region!

"Awoo!" The thug screamed, clenching his legs tightly, his anger triggering an instinctive reaction. As he was about to strike back, Yu Minglang, without needing instructions from Qian, rushed over and delivered a flying kick!

It was all about incapacitating the opponent with one move. Minglang went for the jugular; the thug was still in pain and slow to react. In a contest between experts, speed is everything.

After kicking him, Yu Minglang continued with a violent beatdown.

Arca watched with satisfaction as the thug who had hit him was now being pummeled into coughing blood, affording Yu Minglang a second, admiring glance.

"Stop eyeing him up. You two aren’t even the same species. No way you’ll have a compatible ’happy’ life." Qian glanced at Yu Minglang, catching Arca in her peripheral vision, and casually remarked.

Arca choked at Qian’s bluntness. Hey, is such frankness necessary?

Yu Minglang paused his kicking, turning his head towards Qian with exasperation. He didn’t think he was any smaller than a Westerner!

Qian absolutely knew he wasn’t small. She said it deliberately to prevent others from coveting her husband!

Previously, a client asked Qian how to deal with the fear of her husband getting involved with a close friend.

Qian had one piece of advice for such clients: frequently complain to your close friend about your husband being inadequate—small, short, fast—and say it repeatedly 3 to 5 times, which can prevent 80% of close friends from meddling with your husband.

Yu Minglang glanced at Qian with a resigned look, wondering if it was really appropriate for her to play pranks on her man like this?

The thug, beaten to the ground by Yu Minglang, weakly cast a pleading glance toward the car. Boss, I’m getting beaten to death...

Song Qingwu finally seemed to have had enough of the spectacle in the car and got out, completely ignoring his subordinate on the ground. He walked up to Qian and coldly said,

"I’ve arrived on time, Mr. Chen."

"Not going to tend to your underling?"

"Useless people have no reason to exist. I hope you can fulfil your promise too." Song Qingwu’s words carried a double meaning.

He meant if Qian didn’t meet his requirements, her end would be even worse than the subordinate on the ground.

Although Arca hadn’t found out Song Qingwu’s identity, she promised her boss that she’d protect Qian no matter what happened. So, sensing the murderous aura from Song Qingwu, Arca unhesitatingly stood in front of Qian.

"Arca, this is my patient. Go do what you need to do. I see you’ve got wounds too. Maybe you should take another trip to the hospital." Qian pushed Arca aside. Although Arca wanted to know the connection between this dangerous figure and Qian, she could only leave for now.

Qian spoke to Song Qingwu in a very calm tone.