The household has now hired a long-term worker, instantly enhancing the lifestyle quality of Chen Xiaoqian, the landlord’s wife.
After directing the worker to buy the materials, the landlord’s wife placed a gigantic sand tray on the floor at ho, with the floor covered in soft mats, where she and Ye Xiaowei sat cross-legged, playing a sand tray ga.
Ye Xiaoyu, with a headscarf and apron on, looked like a beleaguered little wife, cleaning furniture while casting sidelong glances at Qian.
Can playing with sand really cure illnesses? Is it really not just a ruse?
"Is it finished? Co, let iwei have a look..." Qian leaned beside Weiwei, observing the shape she’d crafted, her expression full of amiability but inwardly gasping.
This child’s issues are already this severe...
Sand trays can be used for psychological therapy and diagnosis. Not many in the country use this technique yet, but Qian’s stepbrother, Liao Fugui, is quite adept at it. Qian had so foundation in their past life and this lifeti refined her skills with her stepbrother during their casual exchanges about it. Liao Fugui has previously tested using this on Dalong, not only applicable for depression diagnosis and treatnt, but it also has good effects on Ye Xiaoyu’s current boyfriend with borderline personality disorder.
"iwei, why do you want to create this?" Weiwei asked.
When she first realized her idol, iwei, was a psychologist, she had a mont of resistance, disliking doctors who asked questions aloofly.
But iwei instead invited her to play gas and eat fruits—no probing questions.
"This is a sand tray ga; follow my instructions to create things, and I’ll walk into your world. For those who struggle with verbal expression, it’s great—Ye Xiaoyu, would you like to try?"
"No way!" Ye Xiaoyu has begun to harbor a smidgen of caution towards Qian, viewing iwei as a beauty who might slyly set up traps for people.
In the afternoon, Qian showed Weiwei picture cards, also showing Ye Xiaoyu one and asking what she saw. After Ye Xiaoyu shared her thoughts, Qian laughingly whispered like a mischievous fox, "Isn’t Li Jia sowhat underwhelming? Want to sponsor a cucumber for comrade Xiaoyu?"
Ye Xiaoyu’s inner turmoil was overwhelming—how did she see that?
These psychologists seem terrifying; they can observe so much from odd perspectives.
Actually, Ye Xiaoyu was tricked by Qian. That was an emotion test image, not sothing that reveals her boyfriend’s capabilities—she only improvised after seeing certain "vigorous" dicines at Ye Xiaoyu’s place, thoroughly transforming into a mystic persona to convince Ye Xiaoyu.
Qian conducted simple sand tray therapy to understand Weiwei’s condition; upon seeing the ti, she told household help, Xiaoyu, "Is the food ready? izi should be back soon."
The girl had been out for an interview all afternoon, likely returning soon.
As soon as Qian finished speaking, the door opened, and Yu Liui walked in looking dejected.
"Sis-in-law! I need psychological massage! Bring a few tubs of spiritual chicken soup!"
"Did the job not work out?"
"It was going well until the principal rejected with a single sentence, favoring a boy who went with . But I don’t understand why—our performances were similar!"
"The boy?"
"Yeah, he’s from your school! From the Departnt of Physical Education, with a slightly odd hairstyle, cropped sides with a bit longer in the middle, nad Qiu or sothing—"
Qian chuckled, instantly recognizing the style’s owner.
"Don’t worry, the job hasn’t gone to outsiders; it’s still among our own. Don’t be upset, next ti I’ll call him out to have so beers and introduce you two."
"Your friend?"
"Yes, his na’s Qiuqiu, and we’re quite close. We often dine together and chill. He’s been busy with graduation work recently, so he’s been around less. When he cos over, the couch is reserved for his naps."
Ye Xiaoyu imdiately perked up. Is iwei close with another man? She’d note it in her little book and dig up more of Chen Xiaoqian’s secrets closely! Suddenly energized, her furniture cleaning intensified.
"Ah, your friend then. Well, I’ll have to find another job. Sis-in-law, join for a drink tonight to destress."
After dinner, Weiwei and Ye Xiaoyu headed back. Yu Liui saw Qian standing by the sand tray for a long ti and went over to ask.
"Sis-in-law, does this sand have any special effects?" She saw various decorations in the sand tray, like plant and animal figures, creating a ssy little world, which made Liui curious, reaching out to touch them.
Qian slapped her hand away, "Don’t touch! I’m analyzing a condition."
"Sis-in-law, aren’t you joking? Aren’t these just beach toys? Oh, you have more variety—hey, why is this snake placed here? How strange!"
Yu Liui pointed at a small snake in the tray and asked Qian, who nodded.
"It is indeed strange; that spot should be the father’s place, but why is there a venomous snake there? Odd."
Qian knew Weiwei’s family environnt was problematic, originally suspecting the mother who runs errands. But the tray’s response suggested a peculiar issue with the father’s place—what’s going on?
"Sis-in-law, what can you tell from this tray of sand?"
"The emptiness indicates her loneliness; the lack of characters reflects her poor social skills—it aligns with her current situation. But why is the father’s place a snake..."
Just as Qian pondered, there was a knock on the door.
Preparing to go out shopping, Ye Xiaoyu turned to look, and saw a gentle-looking man with glasses standing at the door. She checked her watch; it was already 7 p.m.
"Coming." Qian opened the door, inviting Liao Fugui inside.
With Ye Xiaoyu now curiously peeking from the door, Qian mischievously whispered to Liao Fugui, "Did anyone see you coming?"
"No, why?" Liao Fugui had just finished an assessnt for Zhiming, utterly exhausted, and wanted to see his sister before heading ho, also bringing her so food.
"Great, Yu Gangdan isn’t ho today, you’ve co at the perfect ti!"
Qian intentionally phrased her words ambiguously, then pulled her clueless stepbrother inside, not missing the gossipy spark in Ye Xiaoyu’s expression as she closed the door.
Once back inside, Ye Xiaoyu whipped out her little notebook, diligently recording.
On such-and-such date, iwei t an unidentified bespectacled man at ho, declaring: Yu Gangdan isn’t ho, you ca at a good ti.
Mustn’t forget to tell Yu Minglang when she sees him, iwei’s truly slippery!
"Qian’er, what are you up to? Mrs. Jia asked to bring you so nutritional products — huh, is that sand tray..." Liao Fugui had spotted the sand tray upon entering.
His expression instantly turned serious.
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