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“Actually, my dad and my mom’s relationship is really good; if it weren’t for my elder brother…”

If it weren’t for his elder brother’s incident, which broke his parents’ hearts, their family of four would have been a very happy one.

This child is really pitiful.

Xiao Qian and Yu Minglang stopped flirting, and both saw the same message in each other’s eyes.

Although the martyr Liu Shuang had been gone for several years, the pain his departure brought to this family still lingers.

Every person has been affected.

If there hadn’t been a sacrifice, this family would’ve been a very warm and happy one, perhaps just like Yu Minglang’s family; occasionally having little arguments, but never anything serious, supporting each other while enjoying peaceful days.

But the world does not always go as one wishes…

“Get out! I don’t want to see you! Now you’re concerned about the child? What were you doing before? Now you know how to hit my son, but back then, if you had cared about your elder son, would he have ended up without even a complete corpse left?!”

In the hospital room, Professor Liu’s sharp voice came through, clearly dampening the spirit of Uncle Liu.

“Xiao Shuang died while saving others. He belonged to the greater good…”

“To hell with your greater good! You and that outsider Yu Gangdan aren’t worth anything!”

Yu Minglang felt so wronged in his heart; hey, who did he provoke, taking a hit for nothing?

“Don’t talk to me about greater good! All I know is that I lost my eldest son! Now my youngest son wants to follow in his brother’s footsteps, and you, as a father, haven’t had any positive influence on him!”

“Exercising isn’t like going through the gates of hell. It’s what the child wants— ah!”

Another scream came from inside, and Professor Liu must have hit someone this time, not just slamming the metal frame.

Uncle Liu came out and immediately put on a leader’s expression, standing up straight – ouch, that stubborn old woman, why did she have to hit him on the waist…

“Why are you making my teacher angry? She’s sick right now,” Xiao Qian asked bluntly.

“Hey, Uncle Liu has already been hit. What more do you want?” Yu Minglang defended his pitiful uncle. He didn’t understand a woman’s thoughts – they took every advantage and still weren’t satisfied.

“Yu Minglang, you’d better shut up, or I’ll spray you too! What’s wrong with being hit? He brought it on himself! My teacher is sick; how come no one tries to comfort her?”

If Xiao Qian had the real skills, she wouldn’t care if it were Uncle Liu or Auntie Liu; nobody could control her.

“Women are unreasonable creatures…” Yu Minglang muttered softly, then, feeling Xiao Qian’s murderous gaze, immediately changed his tone and said to the already-beaten Uncle Liu.

“Uncle, women are unreasonable anyway, so why not just indulge Auntie a little?”

“…You, you’re nothing but a fence-sitter!” Uncle Liu’s heart ached and his waist hurt even more. His favorite younger generation, “defected” too!

“The two most powerful things in the world are the sword and the pen. The third most powerful thing in the world is women. So just give in to women, and the world will be at peace.” Yu Minglang’s remark amazed everyone except Xiao Qian.

Being afraid of one’s wife could actually reach such a philosophical level, truly worthy of a highly educated man.

“Xiao Mei, go in and comfort your teacher. I’ll go talk to my Uncle Liu. Come on, boss, I’ll accompany you, old man, and have a drink today?”

Uncle Liu flew up a leg, Yu Minglang dodged with a grin, while Liu Li looked enviously at Yu Minglang playing around with his father, whom he had been afraid of since childhood.

His mother was right; only exceptional people could gain his father’s respect. Look at Brother Minglang, laughing and playing with his father like real father and son.

Xiao Qian took notice of everyone’s reactions, especially Liu Li’s envious look.

What should she do about this unsolvable family chess game?

Yu Minglang had already walked out, but when he looked back and saw Xiao Qian still standing there, her eyes full of confusion, his heart softened. He walked back, put his hand on her shoulder, leaned close to her ear, and said gently in a voice loud enough for just the two of them to hear.

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

“You?” Can Yu Minglang handle a situation that she, a professional psychologist, can’t?

“Trust me, it’s like trusting yourself.” Taking advantage of his boss not looking back, Yu Minglang quickly kissed Xiao Qian’s face and whispered naughtily.

“Our little matter… we’ll deal with it later!”

Xiao Qian mentally flipped him off; annoying guy, always trying to take advantage of her! Hmph!

When Xiao Qian went into the hospital room, she thought she would need to call a nurse to help her teacher with a new IV, but her teacher had already managed it herself.

Doing it herself… that’s really awesome.

“Why are you still holding a grudge against him? You know that my master…”

“What kind of master is he?” Liu Linlin interrupted Xiao Qian.

“…Uncle Liu, if I don’t mention my master, will that be okay? I mean, Uncle Liu’s personality belongs to the Enneagram Type 1. He has the same personality type as Bao Qingtian; his worldview is ‘I am right.’ You belong to Enneagram Type 3; your worldview is ‘Only the excellent deserve respect.’ When you two are together, arguing is pointless.”

As expected from a conversation between professionals, Xiao Qian brought up the Enneagram on personality types, a topic that clearly appealed to Professor Liu.

“Do you want to show off your fundamentals to me? Alright, I’ll test you – what level am I in Type 3, and what level is Old Liu?”

The Enneagram divides people into 9 personality types; these types are innate and unchangeable. For example, Xiao Qian said that Uncle Liu has type 1 perfectionism, and the teacher is type 3 success-oriented. These are innate, and everyone remains the same type throughout their life.

However, each type has nine health levels, and that’s what the teacher was asking about.

Xiao Qian stepped back silently, calculating that she was now out of range of her teacher’s IV stand attack before carefully replying.

“I can say, but you have to promise not to hit me.”

Professor Liu was amused, “Do I look like a teacher who hits people?”

Xiao Qian held back a retort in her heart. Her teacher struck her once in her past life, and it still hurt just thinking about it.

But for the sake of her teacher’s happiness, sometimes the truth has to be spoken, even if it’s just to prove that she’s a good girl.

“Alright, I’ll tell you. In my opinion, Uncle Liu is between levels 1 and 2 in Type 1. He possesses a complete sense of self and lives in the present, representing the pinnacle of this personality type – he’s what all Type 1 people should aspire to be. But, teacher, you…”