Yu Xiaoqiang caused a 4-catty stain on his otherwise brilliant life due to his careless words.

In future gatherings, whenever Qian humorlessly said "Do you know my Lang has 4 catties?", Yu Minglang would immediately admit defeat. Qian became the only woman who could beat the poker king Yu Minglang, but that’s another story.

Everyone had played, and only Narcissus remained unpaired. There was no need for her to draw; Qian directly asked Narcissus. Yu Minglang exchanged a glance with Qian, and she nodded to show she understood.

The real purpose of playing this game was just for this moment. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"You guys play, I’m not in the mood..." Narcissus laughed with others, but inside, after all the fun, she felt empty, as if something was missing.

"Everyone’s playing, don’t be a buzzkill. Come on, cooperate~" Qian turned Narcissus’s face towards her and made her look into her eyes.

"Tell me, Narcissus, is your favorite person Zhu Dexi?"

This hypnotic voice had a great effect on Narcissus; she was originally Qian’s patient. Qian’s work voice rendered her powerless, especially since Zhu Dexi had become almost unspeakable.

Hearing the name made Narcissus’s nose tingle, and seeing Qian and the others coupled up made her realize she was alone. Tears started falling.

"You lost, accept the result."

"Sis!" Liumei couldn’t bear it anymore—what was the point in hitting someone’s sore spot and making them cry? Sis was not being fair.

"Fugui, keep an eye on your girlfriend. If she messes with my therapy again, I’ll have Xiaoqiang take you to a bathhouse to fix you up with several women holding you down!"

Fugui immediately surrendered, grabbing Liumei’s hand and shaking his head at her. Qian’er knows what she’s doing, so don’t cause trouble. Behave!

"Hurry up and admit it; a loss is a loss." Qian pretended not to see Narcissus’s tears.

"Qian’er, I..." Narcissus realized she was out of line, quickly wiping her tears; everyone was having fun, and she was being such a downer.

"What do you mean? What punishment will you choose?"

"You decide."

"Fine, I’ll give you two options: call Zhu Dadao and tell him you’re pregnant, the child is Mahadi’s, your dad has disowned you, and you’re penniless, asking if he’d pay for an abortion?"

"Chen Xiaoqian!" Narcissus widened her eyes, hey! What a wicked punishment!

She hadn’t even held hands with Mai, so where would the child come from!

Moreover, if she told Dadao, she’d have no face to see him again—not right, the thought itself was problematic, there wasn’t much hope of meeting again after breaking up. What was she even expecting?

"It’s a game, you said you broke up with me, didn’t you? What’s a breakup? Breaking up means feeling nothing, no emotion when mentioning your ex. It’s just the past. If mentioning your ex burns your heart, it means you still have feelings. You now stubbornly insist on breaking up, yet scared to talk about it?"

"I’m not scared, just feel this is too..." a kind of unutterable discomfort.

"If you aren’t scared to call, it shows you still have feelings. Just go back to him then; stop pretending you’re letting him go for his sake and don’t want to hold him back. Didn’t you want him to forget you and focus on work? This will work perfectly; he’ll never want you again."

"I can’t bear to watch..." Having seen this, Liumei turned her face away. Fugui shook his head at her understanding, Qian just mentioned therapy, and he understood what was actually happening, taking Liumei’s hand for a beach walk so she wouldn’t interfere.

Liumei looked back, seeing Narcissus seemingly wiping tears, she felt a little reluctant.

"My sis is usually sensible, why is she targeting Narcissus now?"

"This is a common psychological treatment, part of Morioka Therapy’s breakdown therapy, a method for healing psychological wounds. Simply put, getting rid of the infection makes recovery easier; otherwise, she won’t get over this mental hurdle."

"Fugui, you are so professional." Liumei looked at him admiringly, and Fugui awkwardly cleared his throat.

"It’s required learning, nothing special..."

People in the same field understood it as a treatment method, but for Narcissus, it was the unbearable lightness of being.

Qian, usually gentle with friends, suddenly became aggressive today, refusing to let Narcissus off.

Narcissus admitted, even after breaking up, she didn’t want to say such things to Dadao. Qian’s relentless questioning made her realize the reason she couldn’t do it was simply because she still cared about that person.

But what does that matter, they were broken up already.

"Qian’er, I really can’t do this punishment, can I have another?"

"Sure, you can swap for a big adventure instead, and kiss my Xiaoqiang passionately for 5 minutes, not a second less."

Comforted by Fugui, Liumei turned to her boyfriend, wanting to see the progress in therapy, only to hear Qian shamelessly speak once more, twisting everyone’s expressions.

Even Yu Minglang, who had been watching silently, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Hey!!!

Though it’s therapy, using her own man’s kiss for a prank is quite a big sacrifice, isn’t it?!

Qian pretended not to see Xiaoqiang’s deep resentments, nor the others’ jaws dropping.

"Come on, I have some alcohol to boost your courage, let the performance start!"

Who on earth could perform under these circumstances!

Kissing her good buddy’s man for 5 minutes? That’s worse than death!

Narcissus grabbed the beer bottle and drank deeply, stunning even Yu Minglang into retreating, grabbing Qian as a shield.

If Narcissus really got drunk and cleared her head, agreeing to such a ridiculous demand, the professional troublemaker who had harassed her own man for hundreds of years had better help. Otherwise, Lang was ready to save himself.

Forget face, male pride, he could abandon all; if Narcissus dared come, he’d run away!

Could a pure man not outrun a young girl!

Narcissus put down the beer bottle, belching.

"I’ll call Dexi!"

It’s been ages since contact, his phone is usually off anyway, maybe now too, and Narcissus held onto the last glimmer of hope; she certainly wouldn’t do like Yu Minglang!

Qian looked back at Yu Minglang, only to find he’d retreated to who knows where, tut tut, look at his little courage!