Songg Qingwu’s attitude towards Qian was always skeptical. During the whole hour of therapy, the female doctor didn’t seem to do anything serious. She was definitely different from those proper therapists he had seen before.

A non-mainstream therapist.

"I charge fixed prices, fair to everyone. The cost of a consultation is usually based on nationality—domestic prices in RMB, and foreign in US dollars. Although you and your father don’t have our nationality, and both of you grew up and were born abroad, your grandfather is still of Chinese descent."

"What do you want?"

"I guarantee you can take down Mai, and you ensure that during your management with Mai, you don’t wreak havoc here. I’ll give you the domestic price, and you fulfill your duty as a descendant of China. How about it?"

"I’ll give you US dollars."

Songg Qingwu wasn’t stupid. In the future, he would surely help Mahadi get what he wanted. Such a big pie, he couldn’t not want it. This doctor was a bit greedy.

"No, I won’t take it. I only accept RMB. Whether it’s beauty or kingdom, make your own choice."

"I can still find another therapist; it’s not like only you can do it."

"Go ahead, suit yourself. If any other therapist worked, you wouldn’t be stuck like this. Mahadi likes me a lot now. If I give him any response, he might never love a man again—although your gaze is fierce, don’t resist in vain. In my man’s domain, you have no hope of touching me."

"I don’t understand why you’re doing this. If we don’t come, others will."

"Fool, it’s to protect my patients from you coming. However many come, this many will die, or else what are my men for?"

Qian looked up and saw Yu Minglang leaning against the door frame with an apron on, holding a cleaver in one hand and lamb in the other.

"Is the lamb this size suitable for skewers?" Yu Minglang gestured with the cleaver.

"A bit big—man, show him your stance." Qian said to Yu Minglang.

"Whoever offends my wife, no matter how far, will be executed!"

Yu Minglang spun the cleaver around his hand, and the piece of meat was cut in half.

"Alright, go ahead and continue skewering." Seeing Songg Qingwu’s expression, Qian knew she was halfway there.

Discussing such serious matters over barbecued lamb skewers was something only she and Yu Minglang could do.

"You don’t have to agree with me right away. I dare say that in the next twenty years, we will be one of the world’s safest countries. My man isn’t afraid of you troublemakers; as many as come, as many will be destroyed. I just don’t want my patients to become my man’s defeated opponents someday."

"You’re very arrogant."

"Yes, I’m arrogant because my motherland behind me has risen. I’ve given you the options, you choose—decide to pay for the plan or not."

In these moments, every second is a psychological battle. She knew who she was dealing with.

"Go ahead, what’s the answer I need?" Songg Qingwu replied faster than Qian expected.

He was a smart person.

"All the answers are here. No need to pay the consultation fee for now. In the future, you are bound to have something to ask of me. We’ll calculate then, at most in five years, or as fast as a year, you will certainly need something from me."

"I’ve never asked anyone for anything." Songg Qingwu opened the note Qian handed him. After unfolding it, his face remained expressionless, but his expression was peculiar. He blinked to ensure he wasn’t mistaken.

"Are you joking?"

This was more of a kinky movie title from a certain island nation rather than a diagnosis result, wasn’t it?

With something about bindings and intestines, Songg Qingwu thought he recognized all the words individually, but placed together, they seemed... out of place here?

"Whether it’s a joke, you’ll know after you try. Within a year, he’ll be yours. Follow the order I mentioned; don’t go too hard initially. You can try methods like seducing him after drinking, step by step."

"..." Songg Qingwu was still staring at this most unbelievable diagnosis in the world.

For the first time, he saw a therapist encouraging such things, and what the therapist said felt very strange...

"I’ve never seen a psychologist like you, is this teaching people to cause trouble?"

"That’s because no other psychologist has met someone who could become a future mastermind. Such things aren’t wrong if both parties consent willingly. Of course, teens and kids should never imitate, because you and Mai are unique and irreplicable. Others trying to mimic you would end up tragically."

Don’t imitate; those who mimic after reading are mentally ill.

"Are you certain... he would agree willingly?" Songg Qingwu was a thousand times suspicious of Qian’s "diagnosis."

Mahadi never showed him a kind face and didn’t even like talking much. Following the doctor’s approach, with all that binding and stuff... what if it made him detest him completely?

"He definitely won’t agree at first, but I tested him before; his compatibility with you is high. Tying up a normal person won’t yield good results; a more intense person might end up pulling you down with them—"

Noticing Songg Qingwu’s expression grow cold, Qian smiled slightly, "But congratulations, Mai is not a normal person."

"If you’re wrong about this, I won’t let you off."

"My diagnostic error rate is nearly zero. If you don’t achieve your goal, it’s because your skills are lacking. Remember, don’t treat him nicely until you win his heart because Mai is a masochist. The nicer you are to him, the more he dislikes you."

That’s why in the past, when Songg Qingwu tried so hard to be nice to Mai, he ignored him—because Mai was a masochist!

"It better be this way."

Songg Qingwu tucked the "diagnosis slip" into his pocket, giving Qian a meaningful look. Qian kept her head down, tidying up her essential oil burner, not looking at him.

"Don’t think about breaking the deal and causing trouble in our territory. I can let you have him, and I can make you lose him forever. If you don’t trouble my man for a year, I’ll guarantee you happiness for a year. Whenever you have bad intentions, I’ll make you lose your most important thing, not just Mai."

"You overestimate yourself."

Qian stood up, casually putting one hand in her pocket.

"Whether I’m right or not, let time tell. Remember my five-year promise; within five years, you’ll have to ask me for something."

Songg Qingwu turned and left, but he remembered the sound of Qian’s overconfident voice in his heart.

Why is it a woman with such exceptional abilities, it’s a bit of a waste...

Yu Minglang was still cutting his meat. Seeing Songg Qingwu and Qian come out one after another, he didn’t show any trace of abnormality, as if it was just a peaceful afternoon.

"Leaving already? Not staying for a meal?" Yu Minglang asked without much sincerity.

"No, your place is too dark—I’ve never seen people more daring with their pricing than us; you and your wife have impressed me."

"She’s the dark one, I didn’t do anything." Yu Minglang spread his hands.

Songg Qingwu smirked a little, "Without you backing her, would she have the courage to talk to me like that?"