Free Web NovelChapter 945: Chapter 918: Poor Unlucky Guy
Qian entered the kitchen, and Mr. Liu wandered into the study, seeing Yu Minglang playing chess with Liu.
"Where’s my wife?" Xiaoqiang asked casually when he saw Mr. Liu come in alone.
"Went to make coffee. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Little Cannonball, I just bought a new coffee machine—it’s a bit different from the previous one—"
Before Mr. Liu finished speaking, Xiaoqiang darted out like he was electrocuted, yelling as he went.
"Honey, let me do it!"
"Tsk tsk, young people nowadays are so indulgent, always needing to stick together. It’s just intolerable," Comrade Liu shook his head while calmly putting back the chess piece Xiaoqiang had just taken.
When they were heading back, Qian had a book in her hand, an original text on hypnosis lent to her by Mr. Liu.
"Should we tell Qiao Zhen about Shi Yu’s situation?" Xiaoqiang asked as they waited at a red light.
Qian casually flipped through the book under the streetlight, "No need. Let Shi Touyu decide when to tell him."
Xiaoqiang knew she was bothered by this hypnosis incident, not just because of the challenge in her own field, but also out of sympathy for her friend. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to Mr. Liu’s place to gather intelligence so late at night.
Seeing her interest in the book, Xiaoqiang had a feeling she might stay up all night reading it, something he would definitely not want as it would be too hard on her health.
So he changed the subject.
"You and Shi Touyu are quite gutsy, daring to let others see your personal notebooks. Honey, I’ve been meaning to tell you, why do you always carry such important things around with you? If necessary, buy an electronic PDA; it’s more secure with a password than handwritten notes."
Nowadays, even without tablet phone features, PDAs are a top choice for business and are quite advanced devices.
"I don’t like electronic products; they feel cold to me. I have no inspiration when using them."
Qian preferred the friction of paper and pen, transforming thoughts into versatile words, and that tactile feeling helped her stimulate creativity.
"Then what if someone wants to steal your notebook again?"
Qian chuckled, "You’ve never seen my notebook, have you?"
"How could I look at something so private?"
Even though they were a couple, Xiaoqiang understood what he could touch and what he shouldn’t. Even in love, respecting the other’s privacy was essential.
"Take a look and you’ll see."
Qian pulled out a notebook from her bag, flipping to the back where the contact info was, and Xiaoqiang snorted with laughter.
"Honey, did you pay me any royalties?"
The back had irrelevant numbers, strange business symbols, or even mere symbols.
No wonder she didn’t care if her notebook got stolen—it was encrypted uniquely to her understanding. Even if someone got it, they couldn’t decipher it. Apart from Shui Xian’s contact being open, everything else was encrypted.
He asked for royalties because he first used this method to write notes to her when their romantic relationship hadn’t been established yet. He was worried her family would see their flirtations, so he encrypted the notes.
That way, she wouldn’t worry about forgetting anything. Only an anomaly like Yu Xiaoqiang could remember everything at a glance, while she needed a bit more aid.
"Some passwords are hidden in books I’ve read that day; others are symbols only I understand. As my reading list constantly changes, and my symbols aren’t fixed, no one can decipher my codes except me. I can’t fathom why these people think that’s enough to take me down."
"Did you let that person go?" Minglang was referring to the person who bought her information.
"He’s lost value to me."
The mastermind was arrogant, yet correct in one thing.
It’s merely a notebook purchase. Reporting it wouldn’t benefit Qian much.
Pricing in psychological counseling is unregulated. The nation has no jurisdiction, but her clients had confidentiality concerns. If she reported it, such a vast data transaction would certainly lead to a case, making controlling the public chatter tough. There’s always some sanctimonious fool ready to stir up trouble, potentially exposing any client information, which would cause a lose-lose scenario.
"Since you don’t plan on taking legal action, why have Bai Jin take photographic evidence?"
"I’ll need that later. Rest assured, even if I avoid legal avenues, I won’t resort to illegal means to exact revenge on that old rascal."
She intended to use her expertise to defend her dignity.
"That’s not what I’m worried about, and you know it." He no longer worried about Qian lacking restraint. If even she didn’t know her limits, there’d be no trustworthy person left in the world.
"Why the stern face? I’m not the type to suffer losses. Don’t worry, before executing my revenge, I’ve already sowed discord. Once that guy gets back, his master won’t trust him, and they’ll be preoccupied with their inner turmoil. Once I’ve understood the hypnosis incident—"
Qian’s eyes sharpened with resolve. She intended to make that person face the music!
"Can’t Big Brother intervene? He’s idle anyway."
"I want to handle this with my expertise, but I need a bit of time."
Qian considered asking her brother to help counterattack, but she had a more audacious long-term plan in mind—to defend her professional dignity.
Those people used her expertise against Qian, so revenge had to be delivered professionally. It just required a bit more time.
She needed to push herself harder.
Her brother’s revenge acted swiftly but lacked satisfaction, especially concerning a psychologist’s dignity.
"Poor unlucky guy..." Yu Minglang shook his head.
"Qio Yu Xuan got it right: leave no room for enemies. I was too soft last time, merely exposing his son’s affair to the woman, leaving him a chance to bite me."
Qian’s reflection boiled down to four words—never again.
These people repeatedly extinguished her last trace of kindness, forcing her to act with ruthless thoroughness!
Qio Yu Xuan’s words had changed Qian in many ways, despite her own reluctance to admit it, but it was the reality.
Without Xuan, she wouldn’t believe she couldn’t draw out the man hiding under the alias Huaoli!
Just unsure if the mysterious organization Mr Liu mentioned had any relation to Huaoli?
She ought to have Shui Xian investigate and see if Shui Xian’s position could provoke the mysterious organization into action.
As Qian prepared to close the book, she suddenly caught a line of text.
"Xiaoqiang, turn on the car lights!"
