Qian silently suggested to herself that she is the strongest psychological doctor, and in her professional field, anyone has to listen to her obediently. In her eyes, there are no so-called rights and status, only obedient patients and disobedient patients.

And for the latter, she would try every means to make them obedient.

When she opened her eyes again, Qian was already full of confidence.

Yu Minglang glanced at her and found that his wife was already full of fighting spirit, so he couldn’t help but reach out his hand.

Songg Qingwu was always vigilant, sensing Yu Minglang reaching out, he also reached for his own pocket.

But Yu Minglang just touched Qian’s cheek, "Wifey, why are you so pretty? Every morning I wake up and look at your little face, I feel like I wake up ’sex-fully’."

"Sometimes I wonder in front of the mirror myself, how am I so good-looking?" Qian rarely cooperated with Yu Minglang.

Songg Qingwu’s temples twitched; although these two had done nothing, how could he find them so obnoxious?

Liumei wasn’t at home; she went out on a date with Fugui.

The advantage of breaking up and falling in love again in one day is a seamless transition. Qian watched as Liumei changed eight outfits in front of the mirror in the morning before leaving with a particularly bright smile.

"Our Meizi won’t come back early, right?" Yu Minglang asked Qian.

"No, she and my brother hit it off and got together early, it looks like she won’t be back until dark."

Songg Qingwu looked at this couple, treating him as invisible while chatting, his eyes scanning the rather small room.

"Are all houses in Heaven’s Empire this small?"

"If you take better care of my wife’s business, we’ll have money to buy a bigger house."

Yu Minglang tossed a pair of indoor slippers to Songg Qingwu.

Songg Qingwu looked at the slippers as if he’d seen a ghost, were they really making him wear these?

"Do you have athlete’s foot?"

Songg Qingwu shook his head.

"Then change shoes. It’s not easy for me to mop the floor; if you dirty it, watch out or she’ll charge you more in the therapy fee. Trust me, when my little woman sees patients, she charges them to the death!"

"I’m a bit regretting why I didn’t just kill you right now." Songg Qingwu complained as he changed into these seemingly unsightly slippers.

"Buddha says that attachment is the root of suffering. If you are attached to something you cannot do at all, you will be in pain." Qian changed her shoes and said as if it was a normal thing.

"What is it that I can’t do?"

"Killing me, you can’t. If you did, you wouldn’t survive either, so don’t think about such obsessions."

"That’s not what I’m clinging to."

"What you’re clinging to, I’ll help you get. Come into my room with me, let’s start the therapy officially—Xiaoqiang, cut the fruit, then on the balcony there are skewers left by Meizi last time, in the fridge there’s lamb, take it out to thaw, and skewer it, do you want to stay for dinner, Mr. Song?"

"...Are you going to charge more?" Songg Qingwu realized that Qian always talked about money.

"I’m not that vulgar of a person. As you’re my VIP client, how could I charge you money? You eat for free!"

Even Yu Minglang looked up at her at how generous Qian was, but then Qian added, "If you let me invite Chrysanthemum Mike over, turning it into a couples barbecue package, it’s just a warm couple’s price of 9999 US Dollars per person, wishing both of you a long-lasting life together!"

"Do I have a sign of an idiot on my face?" Songg Qingwu thought he didn’t seem so easy to fool, yet Qian was treating him like a fool. Since when have the prices in Heaven’s Empire been so high, and with US Dollars! It’s like the price for two barbecue shops.

"What’s wrong with being an idiot for the ones you love? Come on, put away your domineering CEO’s arrogant face, and come with me into the room."

Qian was the first to head into the room, Songg Qingwu glanced at Yu Minglang, surprisingly discovering that Yu Minglang was tying an apron.

"Don’t you want to be by her side to protect her?"

He thought this man followed to protect the woman, but unexpectedly, the man tied an apron to cook?

"Cooking is much more important than sitting with you two and listening to a psychologist treat that I’m not interested in. If you want to leave this house alive without being destroyed by a kitchen explosion, you better let my wife treat you. Otherwise, I don’t know what will happen when she gets in."

Songg Qingwu looked strangely at Yu Minglang, not understanding why this man was so exaggerated.

The ability of Qian to explode a kitchen is an experience beyond words, and Yu Minglang swore that as long as he’s at home, he wouldn’t let Qian set foot into the kitchen, not even half a step. Moreover, the confident look in her eyes in the elevator just now had given Yu Minglang enough information.

No matter the identity and status, at his wife’s place, there are only two words left: fat sheep!

Yu Minglang firmly believed Qian could handle this Songg Qingwu, so Songg Qingwu followed Qian into the room with Yu Minglang’s determined look, wondering if it was an illusion, he felt that Yu Minglang’s gaze at him was a bit like looking at that slice of lamb from the fridge... all waiting to be butchered?

Songg Qingwu examined this seemingly ordinary room, feeling it was especially small. Qian pulled out a mobile and adjustable small computer desk, then pulled over two cartoon bean bag chairs.

"You’re not asking me to... sit on this, are you? Five thousand bucks an hour and you’re just fooling me like this?" Songg Qingwu looked at the SpongeBob bean bag chair, having never seen such a thing before. It felt like it had a lot of foam beads inside and would go soft at a touch.

"You should count yourself lucky. I usually don’t consult at home, these are for friends to sit on, just make do. Psychological therapy requires a comfortable environment, this chair, though it doesn’t look much, is comfortable to sit in, and doesn’t take up space."

Usually, it was stuffed on the balcony, only pulled over when there were guests. No choice, as the bedroom space was small, it couldn’t fit a second set of sofas.

"I feel like my money is not well-spent." Songg Qingwu was very unwilling to sit on such a ridiculous thing, feeling more and more like he might have been swindled.

Qian looked at him silently for several seconds, with Songg Qingwu unsure what she was thinking. After looking at him, Qian turned around and took a box from the cabinet, taking out her essential oil set.

"What are you going to do?" Songg Qingwu was very wary of these things, unsure if they were poisonous.

"Just pure plant-based essential oil, I only use medical-grade super essential oils, they’re all imported. If not for you being a big client, I usually wouldn’t use these."

"I don’t need it, just talk to me."

"Peppermint essential oil can help improve your digestion problems caused by inhaling things you shouldn’t have inhaled, mixing a little sweet orange can help you relax. Of course, these are just aids and won’t treat your addiction. For your health, quit what you should quit."

She actually saw through it at a glance! Songg Qingwu now suspected whether Qian was a psychological or a physical doctor?