Chapter 869: Chapter 843: A Checkmark Item
Xiaoqiang deeply understood his mother’s essence from last night’s celebration banquet, everywhere pursuing good fortune. He prepared fried dough sticks and two fried eggs in the shape of 100, and gave Mrs. Yu simple porridge and side dishes. This unique score of 100 was for Qian.
"He even put a red checkmark-shaped shirt on my chair..."
Qian was too tired to retort; Xiaoqiang’s current style was really a match for her menopausal mom.
"It’s quite nice. It means today’s going to be smooth sailing. Wear it."
Qian wanted to say that wearing red would inadvertently draw everyone’s attention to her. People are animals, and animals instinctively focus on bright-colored objects. A large red T-shirt would make her look bulky.
Mrs. Yu firmly supported Minglang’s "feat," so Qian resignedly put it on.
But the shirt didn’t attract attention because Qian missed her presentation.
After breakfast, the driver took Mrs. Yu and Qian to the broadcast hall.
The competition was to be live-broadcasted. The venue was set at Lishi Radio’s broadcast hall, where the radio station and broadcasting unit shared a building. Qian had previously hosted a late-night talk show there, so she was quite familiar.
She was still named as a host of the Night Talk show; Mr. Liu no longer required Qian to host The Psychological Password show, but the radio station was reluctant to let Qian go. Her show’s ratings were incredibly high. Now busy with family matters and preparing for her wedding, she wasn’t hosting, but the station reserved her spot, allowing her to substitute once or twice a week after her break.
"Aren’t we picking up Da Yi?" Mrs. Yu casually asked when she noticed the car wasn’t headed towards Da Yi’s home.
"Second brother just finished a flight and has a few days off, so he’ll handle it."
Qian’s car was close to its destination when a commotion ahead prompted the driver to brake suddenly.
"What’s happening?" Mrs. Yu asked. Qian squinted ahead, layers of people crowded around, unclear about the incident.
"Seems like something happened up front. The road’s completely blocked off; we’ll need to reroute."
The driver wasn’t sure what was wrong. Just as he was about to turn around and choose another route, Qian noticed a car pulling over, and many people got out.
The leader stood by Qian’s car, bellowing at his team.
"Speed it up, hurry!"
The voice sounded eerily familiar to Qian.
Yu Minglang had a classmate named Lin Ze Guang, who was a captain at Lishi—it was probably him.
Did something happen up front?
"Report to the captain, the supporting psychological expert is stuck in traffic. It’s known the city clogs up at this hour..." The team member’s voice was clear; Qian heard Lin Ze Guang swearing.
"Isn’t this feasible? Stuck in traffic at such a crucial moment?!"
Lin Ze Guang felt indescribable frustration. He could almost imagine Yu Minglang and his boasting teammates coming over to show disdain.
On hearing her boyfriend’s name, Qian couldn’t hold back. She opened the car door and got out.
With anger boiling, Lin Ze Guang squinted at Qian for a moment, then his eyes lit up.
"Sister-in-law!"
"What’s the situation?"
"Are you majoring in psychology?" Lin Ze Guang remembered Yu Minglang often boasted that his wife was a universe-level, exceptionally great psychologist.
"Yes, indeed."
"Can you help us for a bit? There’s a bad guy holding two hostages ahead, and our sought-after psychological expert is stuck in traffic. This crappy traffic is causing delays!"
"Doesn’t your team have a psychology expert?"
Qian recalled these special units generally recruit psychology majors for hostage negotiation, similar work during normal times, yet able to step in when incidents arise.
"We do, but this guy refuses to negotiate with our people, insisting on a psychological expert. He’s probably watched too many Hong Kong films..." Lin Ze Guang was furious. When their people first arrived, they attempted to disguise themselves as negotiation experts, yet were exposed, leading the bad guy to lose control immediately and injure one hostage.
With Hong Kong films about negotiation experts currently popular, this guy must be out of his mind, demanding action from the films.
"Qian, you—" Mrs. Yu also got out, frowned, and couldn’t help but interrupt.
The situation couldn’t be ignored, yet Qian also had a competition today.
Qian checked the time; the competition started in an hour. Hopefully, she could resolve it.
"Let me try."
Lin Ze Guang quickly ordered his people to part the crowd and led Qian into the perimeter where the incident occurred.
The deputy beside Lin Ze Guang was sweating nervously, lowering his voice as he asked.
"Boss, can she handle it? If she angers the bad guy..."
If the hostages were harmed further, their team wouldn’t be able to escape responsibility.
"I trust One; he said his wife’s the best psychologist there is, then she is definitely that."
Despite previously rare interaction with Qian, Lin Ze Guang recalled Yu Minglang’s praises during their drinking sessions about his wife’s achievements. Lin Ze Guang knew Qian had negotiation experience. While continuously bickering with Yu Minglang, he trusted him.
Yu Minglang was highly confident in Qian’s abilities, so Lin Ze Guang was too. She was the best choice for resolving the dilemma.
Time was too short for further consideration, and it seemed the guy inside could break down at any moment.
Qian pretended not to hear their doubts and asked Lin Ze Guang about the situation inside, which he briefly explained.
Details were two girls’ car collided with a reverse traffic lane car. One hot-tempered girl got out to argue, possibly speaking too aggressively, causing the other driver to lose control and abduct the two girls into his van, demanding a negotiation expert after injuring one with an impersonator. Now all three are in the car—one girl severely injured, the other emotionally collapsed.
Ordinary girls facing this would typically be terrified, a normal reaction.
"A single man really abducted two girls?" Qian felt disbelief.
The difference in physical strength was huge; how could both girls be taken simultaneously? A slight struggle and at least one could escape.
"Reportedly, he suddenly pulled a knife, threatening one girl’s throat, then ordered the other into the car."
Qian filtered through the information, pondered repeatedly, and finally concluded.
The bad guy had a mental issue.
For sensible people, even those with aggressive temperaments, impulsive mistakes usually stop at verbal disputes or physical altercations. Abducting hostages and demanding negotiation experts wouldn’t be part of rational behavior.
