Chapter 47 - Chapter 47: Chapter 47 If Zhou Zhiruo gets the same model...

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 If Zhou Zhiruo gets the same model…

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Chen Xiaoqian never could’ve imagined that Yu Minglang, who seemed so aloof, could utter such words.

Her mind went blank, her legs wobbled, and she had no idea how she managed to make it home.

Feeling disoriented, she wanted to wash her hands, but as she stood in front of the faucet, Yu Minglang’s words seemed to echo in her ears.

1 believe, in your heart, there’s a kind girl.

Don’t hurt yourself.

Please, from now on, no matter what you do, don’t do it at the expense of hurting yourself, promise me.

His tone wasn’t gentle, yet every word penetrated her defenses, and suddenly, Xiao Qian lost her urge to wash her hands.

Arms wrapped around herself, she stood in front of the tap, sunk to her knees, crying unseen tears. She didn’t want to cry.

All the fault of that insufferable fool. Why did he have to be so sentimental…?

At that moment, Xiao Qian failed to realize that she had control over her compulsive hand washing for the first time ever.

Just because he said, there was still kindness in her heart.

He said, given another choice, no one would willingly choose to err. If given another choice, would she still lose her child…

She yearned to know, if in her past life she had died a few minutes later, would she have had the chance to ask Yu Minglang, ‘I led your daughter to her death… would you forgive me for that?’

His few words were more helpful than all the knowledge she had gained from studying psychology her entire life.

Xiao Qian couldn’t understand Yu Minglang. She couldn’t in her previous life, and she still couldn’t in this one.

In fact, Yu Minglang himself didn’t understand either.

He sat in his car, watching her ascend into her small loft, watching her window sway in the wind, watching as her room got enveloped in darkness.

Night fell, but he did not leave.

Xiao Qian knew he was downstairs; she hadn’t heard his car leave. But her emotions were complicated, and her mind was a mess. She didn’t know what he wanted.

Jia Xiufang, still awake when Xiao Qian got home, rushed over with a worried expression.

“Qian’er, what on earth is going on?”

“I’m not quite sure yet. However, someone intentionally set fire to our house, and they’re being questioned right now.”

“Oh, what do we do? Your father hasn’t come home, and our house is in this state…” Jia Xiufang was terrified.

Xiao Qian patted her on the back, “Just wait for the compensation money. We’ll go to the hospital early tomorrow.”

“Compensation for what..?”

“Our policy on arson is heavy-handed punishment. Besides facing criminal charges, they’ll also have to pay for the damages to our property – our firewood, our walls, our emotional stress – they have to pay up.”

Neither the bitch nor Li Zhen was short of money. To avoid legal responsibilities, they would surely compensate her generously.

This was the difference between a fire starting or not. Xiao Qian had calculated everything in her mind.

Except, she couldn’t predict the unforeseen factor that was Yu Minglang.

After chatting with her mom for a while, Xiao Qian couldn’t resist stealing glances below.

From her angle, she couldn’t see whether his car was still there or not. But she knew. He hadn’t left – she hadn’t heard the sound of his car.

Why did he come tonight?

As Xiao Qian pondered over the question, Ming Lang in the car below was doing the same.

He didn’t drink or smoke, but at that moment, he felt a strong desire to stimulate his brain with something.

An eighteen-year-old girl, one who had been through much hardship, was forced to fend for herself, even to the point of resorting to unscrupulous means.

He never gave a thought to what kind of woman he should end up with, but upon seeing her, something in his heart whispered, she was the one.

Judging by how Xiao Qian handled the fire and the attitudes of her family members, it was her, the eldest daughter, who held this family together, not the boys.

Yu Minglang had a question he wanted to figure out. How exactly did he feel about her?

His mind, however, was filled with images of her calling herself a bad person, of her washing her hands while crying.

If only she had looked in the mirror, she would’ve seen how sorrow-stricken she looked.

Her sorrowful expression made him want to shower her with all the good things in the world.

A truly bad person wouldn’t realize the implications of their actions. But she knew clearly how to label herself. It implies that not only does she suffer external pressure, but she also carries a great internal burden.

She mustn’t want to behave the way she does, but circumstances compel her.

He sat erect in his car, unwilling to leave, until the first light of dawn broke the darkness. He had stayed in his car all night.

Finally, he dialed a number. It was Doctor Wu Xia’s; a psychological expert he met back in his old unit.

“Captain Yu?” Wu Xia yawned, still sleepy.

“Doctor Wu, 1 have a query.”

“Hmm, go on.”

“Who would wash their hands every time they run into problems, and sob while doing so?”

“Do they wash frequently?”

“Yes, she tends to faint momentarily when unable to get to wash her hands.

The pain on her face is particularly evident when she’s washing.”

“Hmm, since I haven’t met this person you’re referring to, I can’t accurately assess the situation. But based on your description, 1 would say she likely has Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.” Wu Xia assumed the person Yu Minglang was referring to was him.

“How do you treat it?” Indeed, just as Xiao Qian herself had said—this was Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.

“Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is a very painful mental illness. The person knows their behavior is wrong but cannot stop themselves. The best course of action would be to bring them over for a detailed examination. If they’re crying while washing as you’ve said, the situation can become serious. Continued development could lead to danger.”

Usually, those suffering from OCD don’t cry.

“What should I do?!” Upon hearing the severity of this case, Captain Yu’s heart clenched.

“Bring them to me as soon as you can. Encourage their family to shower them with love, to make them feel cared for. Psychological disorders are mostly triggered by a lack of love. We need to fill their void of love to prevent it from getting larger, even before we find the root cause and start specific treatments.”

Captain Yu mechanically repeated,

“Fill it with love?”

“Yes, this is the best supportive treatment.”

“How exactly?”

“Stay by their side when they want to wash their hands. It can ease their pain. Engage in frequent heart-to-hearts, identify the cause of their behavior, and provide targeted help.”

Only now did Captain Yu realize why Xiao Qian had said no one could help her.

Looking at her family, it was apparent they were unreliable. Not only were they incapable of supporting her, but they also relied on her. It was impossible for them to always be by her side.

If that was the case…

Why couldn’t he step in?

The psychologist’s words felt like they had unlocked a door in Captain Yu’s heart that had been jammed shut for too long.

If he could give her the love her family couldn’t…

Would it still be considered despicable, taking advantage of an eighteen-year-old girl, an old cow eating tender grass?

No, the meaning had changed..