Chapter 820: Chapter 794: Quietly Agreeing

"Right, women’s impropriety is the downfall of society." After the principal said this, she accidentally thought of her tragic past again. The deep-rooted values clashed fiercely with the reality she faced, making her feel more intensely anxious and oppressive. However, to deal with Chen Xiaoqian, who knew her secret, she was willing to cater to this woman’s words.

The principal cooperated with the woman to criticize Qian for a few sentences, finally steering the topic in a right direction.

"Is your son’s condition serious?"

"He’s just a bit agitated, really it’s nothing, we just need to watch him closely. His dad insisted on sending the kid to this place. Isn’t this a hell on earth? My poor son!" The woman covered her face and cried.

In her view, having her child tied up was extremely cruel. The windows in the psychiatric recovery center’s wards even had iron bars, no different from being in prison, with no personal freedom.

"Stop howling. At home, he was screaming to tie people up and wanting to hit people. If we let him out with his unstable condition, what if he hurts someone?" The father was sensible, knowing that psychiatric hospitals manage patients in such a way to actually be responsible for the patients themselves.

When a mental illness flares up, there’s no self-control, not only harming others but sometimes also harming oneself. Installing iron bars in the room to restrict personal freedom is to prevent them from committing excessive acts when they fall ill.

"If they get hurt, they deserve it. Who asked those vixens to come out and seduce people!"

It was useless to reason with such a woman, so the husband closed his eyes, deciding to automatically ignore such things.

The principal was greatly moved, letting that patient out might hurt someone, hurt someone...

It was as if a voice in her head was saying, if the female doctor gets into trouble, she wouldn’t be able to spread the word about being violated. No need to end her life, just make her like herself, make her like herself... 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Give me your contact information, I know doctors around here who can introduce you to a cheaper and better hospital." The principal already had that idea budding in her mind, and her actions quickly reflected it.

"Really? Then I’ll give you my home landline..."

The two women each had their own thoughts, and a plan was also germinating in the principal’s mind.

In Fugui’s car, Liumei’s cheeks were puffed up like a ball.

"You shouldn’t have stopped me; I should have given her two kicks. People like her just deserve to be beaten!"

Fugui smiled dumbly, without saying anything.

"Fighting with a paranoid person, is there something wrong with your head?" Qian pointed to her own head.

"But what she said was too much. What does it mean to look like a fairy and severely stimulate her son?"

"Pfft!" Qian laughed, "She was complimenting me for being pretty, why are you so excited?"

"Was that a compliment? I think she couldn’t wait to label you as a femme fatale that brings disaster!" Hearing others talk about someone close to her, she couldn’t bear it!

"She can say whatever she wants. We don’t need to get angry with people like that; being angry is bad for your liver and your health. Come on, Fugui, bring out your chrysanthemum tea to calm Meizi down."

"Have a drink, it’s not worth getting angry." Fugui freed a hand to pass a cup to Liumei.

"I can’t control myself!"

"Sister-in-law, let me tell you a truth. When you encounter someone with a tendency towards paranoia, either give them a kick so they avoid you whenever they see you, or stay far away and don’t argue with them; it could really infuriate you to death, really."

"See! My sister-in-law even said to kick her, it’s all your fault for stopping me!"

"They just had a patient come out of there, so they’re in a bad mood. It wouldn’t be right to kick them." Fugui still had a good temper.

"Sister-in-law! Look, he’s such a saint!" Liumei complained.

"This is your brother Fugui’s life philosophy. The implication is, they have a hereditary mental illness history. If you provoke them and they fall ill, it’s on you. If you really provoke them sick, it’s not illegal for them to attack you, but you attack them and you’ll end up in jail. Which one do you think is more appropriate?"

Liumei widened her eyes, and Fugui shook his head; that wasn’t what he meant at all...

"No wonder you’re such an intellectual, thinking things through in such a comprehensive and cultured manner." Liumei began to admire Fugui again.

Okay, maybe he did have a little bit of that kind of thinking, Fugui shamefully and quietly admitted.

"By the way, did you see that classmate of yours? How’s the situation?" Qian recalled the reason Fugui and Liumei came here and casually asked.

By now, Liumei was in the car, sitting in the passenger seat beside Fugui, pounding the car seat vigorously. With his good temper, Fugui immediately handed Liumei a cooling drink.

"Don’t get angry; it’s not worth it for things like this."

"Oh? Is it different from what we expected?" Qian and Fugui had previously thought that the classmate might have delusional disorder, but Liumei’s reaction suggested it might not be entirely the case.

"Fugui and I were mentally prepared. If she really were persecuted by her husband like that, what should I do? Or if she’s like you and Fugui guessed, having a delusional disorder, what should we do then?"

But Liumei never expected that she and Fugui arrived at the classmate’s house, knocked for a long time with no answer. It was a single-story house, and the door was locked from the inside.

Liumei feared something might happen, so she climbed over the wall.

What she saw nearly made her explode with anger.

The woman who portrayed herself as the most miserable sufferer in the world online was wearing a big vest and shorts, picking at her toenails while eating watermelon. The reason she didn’t hear the knocking was because she had headphones on, watching a Japanese DVD, and was following the female character’s moaning and groaning.

Liumei was dumbfounded.

Qian burst into laughter upon hearing this scene.

Liumei’s description was so vivid that Qian could almost see a sloppy, unkempt woman picking her toes, eating watermelon, and watching a sleazy movie.

"She was startled when she saw me and asked why I didn’t knock. How could she hear me knocking?"

"And then?"

"I told her my purpose for coming. I said we’re all worried about your situation after seeing it online, so I came to check on you. What’s really going on with what you wrote online? And she actually said—"

Liumei’s anger surged again as she recalled her odd classmate’s attitude.

"She told me I’m meddling in other people’s business! She said she just wrote that stuff casually to see how many people would take notice. Who would’ve thought that us book-smart people would be dumb enough to believe it... When she said it, I wanted to give her a kick."

This outcome surprised Qian too. She exchanged a glance with Fugui, who helplessly shrugged.

"I later went in to see for myself. Unfortunately, she’s actually a normal person, with no mental illness."

It wasn’t the delusional disorder Qian and Fugui thought, but rather a deeply twisted person.

To make matters worse, when Fugui went in, the classmate who had mocked Liumei for being gullible earlier immediately became starstruck, flirting with Fugui and insisting he eat watermelon. Fugui couldn’t eat fruit touched by unwashed hands that had picked at toes, so he and Liumei stayed uncomfortably for a while before making a hasty escape.