Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 973: Chapter 946: Qi, We’re Not Close

"It was my fault..." Qiuqiu’s dad finally accepted reality, Chen Xiaoqian’s analogy was truly heart-piercing.

"Mr Chen, I know I was wrong now, can you please tell me, I beg you, how can I bring my child back to normal?" he pleaded.

"If you had brought 5-year-old Qiuqiu to me, I might have been able to come up with a treatment plan, but now as he grows older, his understanding of gender has solidified. He now believes that living this way is happier. I won’t lie to you; when I first met him, I did try corrective measures. I tried to let him choose whether to be a man or a woman, but unfortunately, deep down in his subconscious, Qiuqiu still believes that being a man is happier."

Some injuries are irreversible.

"Is he going to live like this for the rest of his life..." Qiuqiu’s dad covered his face, wishing there were a remedy for regret.

"Why do you have children? For old-age support? To continue the family line? Or just to have a continuation of life?"

"I..." Qiuqiu’s dad was at a loss, this seemingly simple question completely stumped him.

Indeed, why do we have children?

This question seems simple, yet Qian thought that at least over thirty percent of people never figure it out in their lifetime.

Seeing others have children makes one want a child too.

"Seeing others settle down makes one want a family. Seeing others have children makes one want a child. After having a child, they immediately want the child to become what they want. But the most uncontrollable thing in this world is life. No matter if the life was given by you, from the moment they are born, they have absolute self-choice, yet you always vainly try to mold them into what you want."

Countless parents do this.

Qiuqiu’s dad just behaved a bit more extremely, coupled with Qiuqiu’s own reasons, resulting in the current situation.

Qian had just been entangled with this question with Yu Minglang yesterday, and today she encountered Qiuqiu’s dad.

She had said everything that needed to be said; there was no point in saying more.

Qian stood up and left 50 yuan under the cup.

"When he needed you, you didn’t give him the choice he deserved. Now he is grown up, I hope you can give the choice back to him. You gave him life, but his life doesn’t belong to you."

"My time is really running out..." Qiuqiu’s dad’s weak voice came from behind Qian.

Qian, however, had already gracefully left.

Leaving only a tear-stricken Qiuqiu’s dad staring at that small red fruit on the table.

Tears blurred his vision. He couldn’t see clearly until he picked up that little red fruit in his hand and examined it and saw that it was different from the other fruits.

Normal fruits are all round, but this one had a scar in the middle that had already healed. It seemed to have been hit when it was first forming, but it resiliently survived. Although the scar had healed, its shape was different from the other small red fruits in the pot.

But it still stubbornly survived. If Qian hadn’t reached out to pick it, it would still be one of the lush green, unnoticed by anyone.

Qiuqiu’s dad looked at this little fruit for a long time. It’s so much like his child.

Tears fell on the little red fruit, drop by drop.

What had he done with his life?

When he should have been nurturing with love, he didn’t give the child fatherly love, yet he still stubbornly wanted to correct Qiuqiu’s life that veered off course.

He thought that finding someone like Chen Xiaoqian, a top-notch psychologist, would yield a solution, but instead of finding a method, her few words brought him to tears with regret.

Qian left the café and looked at the bustling street. The bright sun shone above her head, with a café backdrop behind her, and she twitched her lips.

Who is really sick here, is it Qiuqiu, or Qiuqiu’s dad, or even the masses in society who ostracize those who are different?

But whenever she felt lost, Yu Minglang’s words from yesterday would ring in her ears.

She and Qiuqiu’s dad are not the same.

Da Long’s subconsciousness accepts his sister’s arrangements, but Qiuqiu subconsciously rejects his father.

With a compass in her heart, she wouldn’t lose direction. Qian drove towards the hotel where the family banquet was held, feeling at peace and determined.

The phone rang, and Qian answered.

"Qianbaby, getting married tomorrow, right?"

A cheeky voice came through the receiver.

Qian’s mouth twitched, "Please don’t nickname people without permission, we’re not that familiar."

This guy had been gone for a while, why did he suddenly show up again?

"Unfortunately, I took on a case and can’t make it to your wedding in person—"

"By all means, prioritize your work!" The implication being, we’re not close, don’t come!

Seeing strange people like Mr. Qio, she would feel uncomfortable all over, especially after he previously said she was too soft-hearted, greatly offending Qian.

The grudge-holding Scorpio Chen Xiaoqian has disliked him for many years.

"Haha, I can’t be there, but my gift will arrive. Wishing you a happy marriage."

"Hehe... Don’t trouble yourself."

"We can’t measure things between us with money, just accept it."

Qian decisively hung up the phone, feeling there’s nothing more to say with someone mysterious who loved to play with others and give random nicknames.

Thinking about Mr. Qio labeling her as soft-hearted, she found this psychiatric authority figure truly unlikeable.

She sensed that Qio Yu Xuan didn’t like Yu Minglang, largely because Yu Minglang’s way of doing things was too upright.

Yu Minglang, raised well by his father, had extremely correct values and particularly disliked underhanded methods, while Qio Yu Xuan, despite having limited interactions with Qian, after just a few encounters, she felt he was a tough character, somewhat like her in a previous life, or even more ruthless.

Different paths cannot work together; Qian always felt that Yu Minglang was the compass in her heart, the soulmate who could stand by her side and help her when she was confused.

This man should be hers.

As for the perpetually eerie Qio Yu Xuan, she had no interest in getting to know him deeply.

On the other end of the phone, Qio Yu Xuan, after the call with her, maintained a completely opposite mood to Qian, beaming with joy and humming a little tune.

Akka stood beside him, having come overnight by plane.

"Boss, you summoned me back in such a hurry just to deliver this to Mr. Qian?"

She pointed to the stuff on the ground.

"The plane allowed you to bring this?"

"Of course not, are you out of your mind?"

Akka looked helpless, her face clearly saying you’re messing with me, aren’t you?

"I arranged a private plane from my patient; he will send you then."

"You should’ve said so sooner. I’ll head to the airport now. Mr. Qian is getting married tomorrow, and I want to be there."