noveltune Chapter 880 - 854: All Roads Lead Back to Her
Chapter 880 - 854: All Roads Lead Back to Her
Mrs. Yu was already up, sitting by the dining table waiting for Qian to eat. As Qian walked over, she uncovered the dish.
"Our Laomao, ever since he got married, has become quite the homemaker. When he was at home, he acted like a lord, making us serve him. But coming here, he’s riding on your coattails and gets to eat the food made by our son."
Qian knew she wasn’t complaining, just joking around.
The shameless things Yu Laomao did at home made the whole family grind their teeth in anger. Seeing him become so domestic after marriage, his mother couldn’t help but tease a bit.
"Mom, if you don’t mind, you can stay here and have him cook every day." Qian was equally good with words.
Mrs. Yu was delighted to hear that.
She wouldn’t actually come to stay, it was just talk. Being with Qian was simply comfortable.
After flattering her mother-in-law, Qian lowered her head to look, and was speechless. What on earth is this?
"Oh? This kid really picked up some tricks from his dad when he was young. I thought only his dad had the habit of writing on food."
The dishes prepared for Qian and Mrs. Yu today were the same, bacon and eggs.
The difference was, on Qian’s sunny-side-up egg, a heart shape was drawn with black pepper sauce, and "I love you" was written with jam.
"Oh, more improvement than his dad." Mrs. Yu teased; indeed, the student has surpassed the teacher.
Qian’s face turned bright red in an instant.
This guy couldn’t be a bit more restrained.
The mother-in-law was still here, still here!!
How could he be so unabashed?
But what is this sweet and sour little bubble in my heart, is it love...
The atmosphere on the last day of the finals was even more intense than the previous two days.
The final matches didn’t take place in the TV studio. The contestants drew lots to determine who their virtual therapist would be. Qian, along with other finalists, watched the big screen, where there were 8 numbers, each corresponding to information about a virtual therapist.
Name, gender, age, profession.
Of course, these might just be fabricated data for the simulation treatment later.
Under the influence of last night’s colorful memories, Qian chose number 6. When her virtual patient’s photo appeared on the big screen, her eyes widened.
Huh, is it him?!
There were ten minutes before the official virtual therapy began; while the contestants waited, the virtual contestants were also preparing.
In the competition’s designated washroom, a man was on the phone.
"It’s me."
"Everything ready?"
"Yes, I can do as you require, but could you transfer the money to my account? I urgently need it at home, my daughter is sick..."
"I can only send half first, and the remaining half will be sent after the competition if you meet our requirements! Remember, the contestant you’re going to face is named Chen Xiaoqian, no matter what treatment or persuasion she gives you, you must give her zero points, understand?"
"Okay, but the money—" The man was very much in need of money now.
"Stop dawdling, the money will be there shortly."
The call was disconnected.
The man stared at himself in the mirror, with a hint of panic in his heart.
He was a hoodlum, not unfamiliar with petty criminal deeds; today’s task was one of the least consequential bad things he had done.
Yet, he couldn’t help feeling troubled. His daughter was still in the hospital; after what happened to her, he started to reflect, was it because of his wrongdoing that the consequences fell on his child?
He couldn’t think too much about it; his daughter’s treatment still required money. For this money, he was willing to do one more bad deed.
After all, he had done so many bad things; does one more even matter?
Apologies to the contestant named Chen Xiaoqian, but she was worth 2000 bucks.
With this thought, he splashed his face with cold water and headed to the arena.
Zhao, on the other hand, was on a call with his subordinate.
"Are our people in place?"
"Rest assured, everything’s arranged."
"I didn’t expect Chen Xiaoqian to stand out so much yesterday; even the TV station reported her heroic deeds. I wonder if what we’re doing today will have any impact."
"The effect won’t be as good as we initially expected, that’s for sure, but there’ll still be some. We won’t let her off!"
Zhao still felt uneasy and asked one more question.
"The helper you found, is he reliable? Can he keep his mouth shut?"
"Relax, he’s a small-timer from Lishi. Although he’s never really done any good, he’s loyal. As long as he’s taken our money, he won’t fail us!"
Their shady conversation did not faze Qian a bit.
Qian was resting with her eyes closed, still chewing gum, looking as laidback as usual.
Da Yi was pacing nervously in the contestants’ waiting room, even more anxious than Qian herself.
"Da Yi, aren’t you hot?" Qian opened her eyes, offering her some gum.
"I’m okay." Da Yi didn’t dare admit her nervousness, fearing it would affect Qian.
"Are you a bit nervous?" Qian inquired for her.
"Uh, a little. Qian, how do you remain so calm during competitions?"
"When I was your age, I’d get nervous too. The first time I competed, my legs shook on stage. Thankfully, I was wearing a long dress, so it wasn’t noticeable."
Da Yi didn’t quite understand; wasn’t Qian the same age as her? She rarely saw Qian in a long dress either.
Qian was referring to her past life.
She wasn’t born invincible; she had her youthful days. When she was about Da Yi’s age, she wasn’t as composed as Da Yi is now. Plus, Da Yi had an advantage—she had Qian’s guidance from the start, whereas Qian didn’t meet a good mentor like Liu Linlin until her Ph.D. days.
Back then, participating in a competition used to make her as nervous as Da Yi now.
This field requires a mentor to guide you, allowing you to progressively improve.
Qian considers herself lucky to have made it this far, thanks to her mentor’s nurturing and support.
"Outsiders think we’re mysterious, but in reality, it’s all accumulated experience from various cases. The more competitions you join, the more patients you treat, the less frightening it all becomes. Just think of it this way: we’ve already played face-to-face mind games with bad guys, this is just a virtual patient, they aren’t even really sick. What’s there to be scared of?"
At her psychological age, it’s hard not to remain calm. She’s knowledgeable, experienced and aware of her capabilities, fearing nothing.
"Speaking of bad guys, Qian, were you even slightly scared yesterday? You seemed so unflappable, so serene." Da Yi saw the news last night; they gave Qian quite the heroic close-up, very cool.