Everyone who has observed Qian knows that she carries a very important diary. Besides recording case studies, it also contains her client appointments and contact information.

Whether a psychologist or a psychiatrist, none can leak patient information, especially with Qian’s private consultations where 95% of her clients are wealthy. Revealing any of them would be catastrophic.

Not to mention that no one would approach her for treatment afterward, but also how those wealthy and powerful individuals would retaliate against her is anyone’s guess.

Such a small book should be protected like a treasure, one would even believe it belongs under her pillow while she sleeps.

Those who know Qian well are aware that her diary isn’t as mysterious as imagined.

Qian carries it around but throws it casually around the house.

It’s common to see Qian toss the book onto the sofa or bed. After getting a bay window, she likes to sit there and enjoy the view, often leaving the book there.

Shi Touyu even saw Qian using her hardcover book to press down while eating a cup of noodles...

This is not because Qian is too casual in her lifestyle, but as she once said before bed, she has an emotional barrier, and those who can enter her private space must be close friends. With such people, she doesn’t need to hide anything.

In the past few years, Shi Yu has always been on the inside of that barrier.

When she walked over and picked up that small book, when she resolutely stepped out through that door, and the door divided her and Qian into two separate worlds, no one knows what the future holds.

Yu Minglang woke up at the sound of the door opening, standing by the window, he peeked through the curtain and saw Shi Touyu walking hurriedly on the street, Xiaoqiang’s brows furrowed slightly.

Glancing at the still-sleeping Qian, he thought for a few seconds about whether to open the door. The reason he didn’t interfere with Shi Yu’s matters was because he knew his wife had a plan and didn’t want to disrupt her. Perhaps he would have to intervene after all.

"For breakfast, I want wontons."

Qian’s voice came from the bed. Her eyes closed, and Xiaoqiang couldn’t discern if she was awake or talking in her sleep.

"Qian, she—"

"Let her be."

Just hearing this seemingly indifferent remark, Xiaoqiang understood.

"Is it still under control?" This means not letting him get involved.

"Mm."

"Is it under your control, her control, or both of yours?"

"Guess?"

Hearing her lazy tone, Yu Minglang felt relieved and smiled, shaking his head.

"I underestimated you two young ladies."

"Looking down on others comes with a price." Qian glanced confidently in Shi Yu’s direction, realizing her little stone had grown a lot over the years. Who would dare underestimate Shi Touyu now?

"Get some rest, I’ll make breakfast." With peace of mind, Yu Minglang had no worries anymore.

Looking out the window, Qian curved her lips, "It’s almost dawn."

...

"This is the notebook Chen Xiaoqian carries with her?" At Mrs. Wang’s house, awoken by knocking from Shi Tou, both Mrs. Wang and the bribed Mr. Wang, in their pajamas, looked at the book in Shi Tou’s hand with gleaming eyes.

"I just took it from her house. It’s the real deal." Shi Tou waved the book in front of them, as if they saw shining money dancing before their eyes.

The benefactor said if they could get this book, it would bring countless benefits to their chain of pharmacies.

Reaching out for it, Shi Tou slapped the book onto the table.

"I abandoned friendship and betrayed a friend to get this. Can you let me meet that person and discuss my family’s matters?"

"Well... hold on, I’ll make a call." Mr. Wang stood up and went next door to make a phone call. Shi Yu closed her eyes, pressing the book tightly, a book that had been caressed by Qian countless times was now in Shi Tou’s hands.

"The benefactor said we must verify the goods first. How do we know if it’s real or fake?" Mr. Wang returned, holding the phone, and said to Shi Yu.

"I can rip out the first page for you. You’ll know if it’s her handwriting once you check." Shi Yu prepared to tear it, but Mr. Wang listened to the instructions from the other end, "Wait! The benefactor said don’t destroy the evidence’s integrity. Open the book, and we’ll transmit it via imaging equipment so they can verify its authenticity."

There are surveillance cameras in this place, Shi Yu realized she was being watched from the moment she set foot in this room, proof that she was used from the start.

But reaching this point, there’s no turning back. Shi Touyu, with a profound and enigmatic smile, opened the first page and exposed the writing and Qian’s biggest secret.

"It’s her handwriting."

The person on the other end of the surveillance carefully compared it. The handwriting in Shi Yu’s notebook matched the samples they obtained from Qian’s school.

Just this validation isn’t enough, the other party posed another demand to confirm the book’s accuracy.

"Only checking case studies isn’t sufficient, there should be contact info in this book. Open to a page with patient contact details, and after verifying, we can talk about pricing."

Shi Yu snorted, "You sure have a lot of demands."

She opened another page. Qian’s notebook had a distinctive feature: she wrote the patient’s case on one side and contact information and personal commentary on the back.

Straight to the point, rarely redundant, Qian wouldn’t jot down cases without significance, unlike Mr. Liu, who would write dozens of pages for a single case. Qian was just the opposite; she wrote little about pathology, often adding a few spontaneous remarks.

The page Shi Yu opened contained a shocking revelation.

Teng Shuixian, the only daughter of the Teng Family, anorexia, followed by a string of numbers.

The one at the other end promptly relayed this information to his superior, who pondered deeply.

No wonder the Teng Family got along so well with Qian. Teng Shuixian met with Qian several times a year, turns out their bond started four years ago due to illness.

The timing matches indeed.

This book must be authentic.

Trying to turn another page, Shi Touyu refused, placing her hand over the book, showcasing a shrewd businessperson’s look.

"Now bring out your benefactor to discuss the price with me."

The Wang couple showed greedy expressions, eyeing the book Shi Touyu withheld. This book was now worth a fortune.

"Don’t think of killing to silence me, I came prepared. I only brought half the book here. Those she treated earlier weren’t as influential, the later half only I know where it is. Inside, there are even more shocking things. One could say, with this book, not only can you take down Chen Xiaoqian, but you can also grasp some big shots’ mental secrets within the business circle. Since we’re all ancient foxes in short stories, cut the crap, bring out the person behind everything."