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Chen Zilong was thoroughly enjoying himself, wrapped in a towel, reveling in the self-service barbecue, and even secretly sipping on a glass of wine when Xiao Qian wasn’t around.

Xiao Qian and Yu Minglang finally finished their soak-or rather, their kissing session-and came out to find him, only to see Chen Zilong lying spread-eagled, belly-up, on a lounge chair in the hot spring relaxation area.

And he was even grunting.

“I’m in pain… I can’t move…”

Looking at his bloated stomach, Yu Minglang asked Xiao Qian with concern, “Is he alright? He didn’t overeat, did he? Should we get some digestive tablets?” Xiao Qian gave him a gentle kick. This lad, Chen Zilong, had drunk who knows how much. He was already tipsy.

“I feel so sick, Sister, I feel nauseous, I want to vomit… Ugh!” Chen Zilong covered his mouth, looking for a trash can.

Xiao Qian held her forehead, feeling strangely ashamed of having such a brother.

Yu Minglang took Chen Zilong to vomit and tidied up neatly when they returned. Chen Zilong looked deflated.

“Does this kid have bulimia?” Yu Minglang speculated as he dressed Chen Zilong, discussing with Xiao Qian.

“He wouldn’t have bulimia. Both bulimia and anorexia belong to eating disorders, and the therapy is almost the same, mostly seen in females. Do you know the difference between these two?”

“Testing me?” Yu Minglang chuckled, always finding Qian Bao earnest when discussing her profession.

“Yeah.” Xiao Qian blinked.

“I can actually explain it. Bulimia means continuous eating, with frequent self-induced vomiting after meals, while anorexia is not eating anything at all. Both are likely to cause parent-child conflict. Am I right?

Surprisingly, how did he know all this?

Xiao Qian initially just asked casually.

Anorexia is common, but bulimia, not many laypersons could explain it so clearly. Bulimics would force themselves to vomit or take laxatives after eating. Both behaviors are mainly about concern over body weight, and bulimia and anorexia are vastly different.

“Well, I know because I’m your all-knowing Brother Lang.” Yu Minglang brushed Chen Zilong’s disheveled hair with one hand and playfully tousled Xiao Qian’s hair with the other.

After a slight pause, Xiao Qian suddenly understood.

“Xiao Qiang, you’ve read a lot of psychology books, haven t you?

“Call me Brother Lang, and I’ll tell you.” Yu Minglang teased her as usual.

“Elder Brother, please tell me, dear Elder Brother.”

The moment Xiao Qian called him ‘Elder Brother,’ he felt a thrill up his spine. His arm went limp, and he unceremoniously dropped Chen Wanku to the ground.

With a thud, Chen Wanku landed on the wooden floor. Thankfully, the floor was made of wood, so it wasn’t painful. He mumbled a few words and abruptly sat up from the floor.

His eyes were still drowsy, wondering what just happened. Why did his head feel like it had been hit with a hammer?

From his perspective, he saw Yu Minglang and Xiao Qian looking at each other with such lovey-dovey eyes. He couldn’t believe his idol Brother-in-law, who excelled in both fights and physics, was actually blushing.

“Yup, I’ve read quite a bit.” In order to understand her OCD, Yu Ming Lang had read a lot of related books, and in turn, he learned a bit about simple psychological disorders.

“Silly…” Xiao Qian also blushed in response to his serious answer. Although she called him silly, her facial expression said otherwise.

“I must be dreaming. I must still be in my dream. My sister, who always looks pale, has never blushed in her whole life. She is like someone with fewer female cells. There’s no way she could blush. My Brother-in-law too. Hmm, I’m dreaming, I must still be asleep.” Chen Zilong’s words broke the sweet moment between the two.

Xiao Qian glared fiercely at the gluttonous light bulb that spoiled the mood. Chen Zilong felt obliged to pretend to collapse back onto the floor.

“I see, you two must be Schrodinger’s couple. Perhaps my blushing sister and future Brother-in-law belong to a parallel universe. So, when I open my eyes, the blushing versions of you will disappear, leaving only the two demon-like entities in this space. Right, just because you guys are well-educated, you look down on me, always say things I don’t understand. Ah, Schrodinger, why didn’t you just raise cats, instead of inventing all sorts of weird experiments?” Xiao Qian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Yu Minglang helped the drunken Chen Zilong up reluctantly, carrying him on his shoulder.

“You taught him?” Xiao Qian was impressed that Yu Minglang could explain Schrodinger to someone with zero knowledge in high school physics.

“He kept asking, so I casually explained a bit.” Being caught blushing by a future uncle was not something to be proud of. So, the clever Yu Minglang decided to change the topic.

“Qian Bao, why are bulimia and anorexia considered mental illnesses? And they are also related to parent-child discordance? I thought such illnesses could be cured with some Chinese medicine to regulate the stomach and intestines.” -What you see is just the symptoms. What you cannot see is the disturbed mind. Regulating the stomach and intestines only deals with the symptoms, not the root cause. Of course, Chinese medicine is necessary to retune the body, but the best way for a psychologist to treat these kinds of disorders is to reshape one’s worldview and balance the discordant parent-child relationship.”

“Eating has to do with parents?”

“Of course. Why would one develop anorexia? It’s the pursuit of a slim figure in order to gain more approval. If parents failed to teach their child how to handle emotions, the child might express themselves in a drastic behavior to fill the emotional emptiness, which actually is the cause of many psychological disorders.”

“So… you plan to take that super-rich girl, who owns a Bentley, to work, to fill her emotional emptiness?”

Xiao Qian mentioned taking her to work, and Yu Minglang was able to connect it to this. She was surprised.

Seeing her rare wide-eyed, open-mouthed look, Yu Minglang felt triumphant and pinched her little nose, “Don’t forget what your brother does. She’s so thin and refuses to eat. There were some digestive and antiemetic medicines on the table. If it’s not for you, Qian Bao, then it must be for her. You said you were going to take her to work.”

“Amazing, my brother… whether tough or gentle, it’s all you…” Xiao Qian thought about the ‘Frozen pear theory’. At 20, he was more mischievous than serious; at 30, it was the other way around. But no matter the age, his brains were always working.

Yu Minglang heard the words ‘soft’ and ‘hard’ again, and he almost dropped Chen Zilong.

“Xiao Mei, if you don’t want me to turn your brother into Biaozi, don’t provoke

me.”

“Drop him if you want, it’s not like he’s smart anyways.”

Xiao Qian gave a light smile. He was just himself, the same in all his past and present lives.

Yu Minglang sent Xiao Qian home. It was only when he was about to leave that he revealed something he had been concealing all night.

“Qian Bao, I won’t be able to celebrate the New Year with you.”

“Huh?” Xiao Qian had been playing all night and was quite happy. But hearing this, it felt like a bucket of cold water dumped on her..