Chapter 1128 - 1100: For the First Time, She Willingly Took a Loss

Chapter 1128: Chapter 1100: For the First Time, She Willingly Took a Loss

"one just got back from us, it was someone else who asked us to go over, you know Qiao Zhen, right?"

Qian understood, it must have been Yu Minglang who encountered some situation while helping, and Qiao Zhen was worried. But he didn’t dare inform her, so he sought help from the psychological intervention team.

"Just tell me directly, what happened?" Qian asked.

Qiao Zhen’s purpose in seeking outside help was not to let Qian know, but the fact that Apiao called suggested that the situation was out of their control. Qian’s expression became serious.

"He encountered some situation tonight. Qiao Zhen is worried he might have psychological shadows. The test results I conducted on him are normal, but I feel something’s not quite right... In any case, Qian, keep an eye on one."

Apiao was specially recruited as a doctoral student in criminal psychology. Being able to be the team leader proved he had a certain level of competence. Although he couldn’t identify any issues with Yu Minglang, he always felt something was odd.

It wasn’t just him; Mo Di felt the same way, as did several other psychological experts on the team.

The guys held a meeting and felt that keeping this from Qian was inappropriate, given that her capabilities were acknowledged by all.

"Okay, I got it." Qian hung up the phone, feeling a sense of relief mixed with doubt.

She felt relieved after hearing that Yu Minglang was fine, but the doubt lingered because of Apiao’s words.

This time, her husband only helped out as a favor between the two families, nothing major. But why did Apiao think there was something odd about Yu Minglang?

Could it be that Xiaoqiang encountered a very special situation?

Suddenly, Qian recalled joking with Yu Minglang a few days ago, saying if someone like him had psychological problems, it would be a terminal illness.

Because he’s a man with an exceptionally strong self-control, with a subconscious resistance to therapy. In other words, it’s impossible for anyone to play mind games with him; even techniques like hypnosis and therapy, which Qian dabbled in, have no effect on him.

This implies one thing. Either Yu Minglang never has any psychological problems in his lifetime, or if he does, it’s a terminal one.

Even Qian couldn’t save him; no one could intervene in his psyche.

Thinking of this, Qian became restless. On one hand, she felt she might be overthinking things; with Yu Minglang’s super strong psychological disposition, what could possibly stir him?

But Apiao’s words unsettled her, causing great distress.

As she was caught in this dilemma, the door opened.

Yu Minglang walked in from outside.

"Wife, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

"You’re back!" Qian hurried to greet him, scrutinizing him closely.

Yu Minglang had changed into a fresh set of clothes, looking the same as usual, with the same tone and expression.

But Qian immediately noticed something wrong.

He’d buttoned his shirt incorrectly.

While Yu Minglang might lounge around at home in vests and shorts without worrying about his image, as soon as he leaves the house, he’s always impeccably dressed, never having issues like a wrongly buttoned shirt.

Qian’s heart twisted, but she pretended to be unaware. "You must be tired. I’ll run a bath for you."

"I am tired. I’m going to take a shower. Is there anything to eat at home? I’m hungry."

"There’s some dumplings in the fridge. I’ll microwave them for you."

"Don’t bother, I’ll take care of it myself in a bit."

This conversation might have sounded normal, but Qian frowned.

Watching him change shoes and head to the bathroom with a feigned nonchalance, something was off, he was too abnormal.

This abnormality didn’t show on the surface. If asked to describe what’s wrong specifically, Qian wouldn’t be able to say, just a gut feeling.

After being together for so long, the feeling she got from Xiaoqiang now was that of someone wounded but pretending everything was fine.

If humans had three souls and seven spirits, it felt like Yu Minglang was missing a soul, entirely out of his usual state.

Qian’s intuition was spot-on.

Yu Minglang walked into the bathroom, stood right under the showerhead, clothes on, and turned the cold water on without undressing. The icy water drenched his clothes, but he stood there blankly, unmoving.

Suddenly, the door opened and Qian entered.

"What are you doing!" Qian was heartbroken to see him like this, rushing over to adjust the water temperature.

In the dead of winter, even with indoor heating, one shouldn’t abuse their body like this!

Yu Minglang embraced her tightly, pressing his head against her shoulder, motionless.

Qian had never seen him like this, and she knew something significant must have happened. Gently patting his shoulder like comforting a child.

"What exactly happened? Did someone steal something?"

Other than that, Qian couldn’t imagine what could turn her undefeated, god-like husband into this state.

She couldn’t describe his condition at the moment, a mix of soul loss and apparent grief, as if engulfed in immense sorrow.

"The things are still here."

Yu Minglang moved his head from her shoulder, continuing to wash, feeling a persistent, unsheddable gloom.

"Did... something happen to you?" Qian sensed something amiss from his reaction. He wouldn’t speak, but she could guess a bit.

For something to make an experienced War God lose composure, Qian guessed it must be about an acquaintance.

"It’s nothing. Go out."

Yu Minglang constantly felt as if Balan’s blood was still on his hand, uncomfortable and persistent, wanting to wash it off but unable to.

Qian knew he wouldn’t tell her.

She could only gather the information she received, knowing Yu Minglang must have encountered a familiar face, and coupled with what Apiao said earlier about someone from abroad...

Qian widened her eyes in shock. This was big.

"You didn’t run into Balan, did you!"

"Go out." He said expressionlessly.

Both his expression and reaction informed Qian of something crucial.

She guessed correctly!!!

Just a few hours ago, she used the comb Balan gifted her for her hair, yet now Xiaoqiang’s expression indicated she probably guessed accurately!!

His state made Qian feel very uneasy.

Pushed out by him, the more Qian thought about it, the less at ease she felt. Pondering over everything, she called someone who had attended her wedding and got straight to the point.

"Uncle, in the future, if I become your backup, I won’t ask for vacation or negotiate conditions with you. Can you count me as one of your external staff?"

The other side could immediately sense something was off.

This girl was never one for conscious volunteerism. If asked for help, she would always haggle hard. Why would she suddenly say she’ll waive all conditions now?

"Chen, is there a problem on your end? We’d definitely welcome you becoming our external staff. Your assistance in resolving the hostage situation last time was highly praised, and your handling of phobias was remarkable too. But first, you have to tell me, what happened to you?"