"To those who understand it, it’s an invaluable antique; to those who don’t, it’s just scrap paper. I can’t make every patient love, especially trash like Ye Daqian. So, I ca up with a compromise."
"Free for those you like, and rip off those you don’t?"
"It’s not ripping off, willing participant and all, just like SM, based on mutual consent."
"Honey, why are you suddenly talking about heavy stuff like SM?"
"I recently read a book and had so insights. Actually, SM is also a kind of psychological disorder."
"Maybe you should read fewer of these colorful books. If they get you all fired up when I’m not around, how would you deal with it?"
"Get lost..."
Qian joked around with him for a bit when her phone rang with a ssage.
"Homosexual therapy?" Qian read out loud. Why is it this thing again?
She had just finished dealing with that issue, and now another one pops up?
"What’s this?" Yu Minglang leaned over.
"There’s a patient who was introduced without a na and won’t say who referred him, asking if I want to borrow a case to correct homosexuality. The price he offers is—"
Qian looked further down; the price section had only three words.
Charge as you like.
There was also a phone number left, suggesting Qian call if she agrees.
"Honey, are you going to accept this?" Yu Minglang still felt sothing was off about the ssage, though he couldn’t pinpoint what.
Qian’s patients mostly co through acquaintances; sotis it’s anonymous contacts who don’t want to reveal their identity. It’s quite normal for wealthy people to protect their privacy.
Normally, Qian would never pass up a chance to earn money.
Especially with these anonymous texts — they scream wealthy and capricious big spender.
"No psychologist can recklessly claim to cure sexual orientation in homosexuality since so aspects are natural. Whatever the pay, I won’t do it."
Yu Minglang gently pecked Qian’s cheek, "My wife’s heart is indeed full of love."
Not charging high dical fees doesn’t necessarily an having real dical ethics; it might just an their skills are worth only that much. But refusing high dical fees shows a heart full of love.
Taking such exorbitant cases only leads to two outcos: giving the man’s family unrealistic expectations or, like the previous case, helping the man deceive in marriage.
Qian loves money, but not this kind, and Yu Minglang loves this side of Qian completely.
"Sis-in-law, Narcissus and I bought a Mahjong set. The three of us should play tonight—ah!"
Liui pushed open the door to see her brother and sister-in-law quickly separate. From the looks of it, it seed her brother had pinned her sister-in-law against the wall for a kiss just now?
"Playing Mahjong sounds great. We happen to need a fourth, so I’m in too." Yu Minglang acted casual, while Qian pretended nonchalant, putting away the painting she planned to pass onto her daughter, securing it in the safe.
"We were going to invite Akka ... but you’re here, so we’ll count you in."
Upon hearing about the blonde across the hallway, Yu Minglang’s eyes slightly darkened.
He’d been busy monitoring Mai and helping his wife deal with the homosexual scam wedding in recent days, leaving him no ti to address the suspicious blonde woman with a special lock across the hallway.
Mai, aside from delivering flowers to his wife, had been drowning himself in nightlife pursuits, picking up won — nothing unusual. Yu Minglang ca this ti to see Qian, partly because he calculated Mai should soon personally visit his wife, and partly to ascertain if the blonde across the hallway was spying on his wife.
"Get so noodles, eat a bit, and then play Mahjong. I’ve been broke lately, need to win so money to treat Fugui to a fancy al!" Liui rubbed her hands eagerly.
"Look at your ambition!" Yu Minglang disdainfully glanced at Liui, planning first to play Mahjong with these girls, then spend the night rolling with his wife, and as soon as the blonde leaves tomorrow morning, he could start his action.
They said they lacked a fourth player and included Yu Minglang. Once seated, Liui regretted it, as Yu Minglang continuously won, one against three.
Though Qian suspected Yu Minglang of cheating, even with three sets of eyes on him, they couldn’t spot it— Yu Minglang’s gift for cheating nearly rivaled Qian’s talent in psychology.
The infuriating part was, while winning, he ostentatiously twirled a Mahjong tile around his fingers, showcasing his impressive "hand skills."
Just short of declaring, "Yeah, I pulled a fast one. If you can’t catch it, whose fault is that?" Such an infuriating attitude!
Playing one yuan Mahjong, how much could you lose?
A lot!
Not only Narcissus, but Qian and Liui were also having a hard ti. Qian, being soone who seldom carried cash and usually used cards, was the most pitiable, even resorting to writing IOUs.
Yu Minglang had no sha; he declared that in the gambling world, there are no couples and insisted that Qian pay up, dismissing all her pleas.
Pushing a one-yuan hand wouldn’t cause such a big loss if they played this way. The ladies wouldn’t be losing so badly. The types Yu Minglang won were always high multipliers — the highest surpassed 88 tis, aning Yu Minglang won several hundred in one round!
He seed particularly fond of teasing Qian, always calculating sothing when Qian would hit his "cannon," paying off three houses in one round, practically writing IOUs.
Even more shalessly, after winning, he loved to flaunt it, asking essentially who he’d show up with his cheating skills?
In response, Narcissus retorted suddenly.
"Xiaoqiang, your hand speed is quite fast."
"Moderate, moderate, third in the world." Yu Minglang gloated.
"With such fast hand speed, Qian must be very happy with you, right?"
Qian’s hand trembled as it reached for the tiles, causing one to drop on the table, and Yu Minglang imdiately laid out his tiles.
"Won! Pure color, i hit ’cannon,’ three-fold, pay up—I’m third in the world, Dadao is second; you too are quite happy!"
After saying the words, he proudly looked at Qian, i! Big bro stood up for you, doused Narcissus’s arrogance, i must love him even more!
No love indeed, Qian swiftly slapped Yu Minglang’s exposed arm, leaving a crisp sound behind, making the won in the room collectively relish.
Well done! Beat him!
"Do you have no sha! That wasn’t an intentional discard; my hand trembled and the tile fell, and you’re scoring on this?!"
Never seen such a shaless man!
"i, can’t you have so manners with your tiles? Tiles falling on the floor equals discarding, now pay up! No cash, then IOU, otherwise... hehe!"
Compensation in kind!!!
Qian had endured enough of his shalessness.
"What just happened wasn’t bad manners."
She grabbed the tablecloth, tugged hard, causing all the Mahjong tiles to clatter onto the floor, with loose change scattering everywhere.
"This is bad manners, yes, I have bad manners now, what can you do?"
"Good!"
"Impressive!"
Narcissus and Liui applauded enthusiastically, Qian being impressively bold!
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