Chapter 257: Not Convinced by Walls, Only by Young Madam
Starting Chapter 257 of "My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious": Ou Bei Yao immediately had someone make arrangements. And so, in a quiet, dark room,... See what happens next!
Ou Bei Yao immediately had someone make arrangements. And so, in a quiet, dark room, he watched helplessly as his younger brother and this strange woman sat together watching... a movie. And it was... an animated film?
She would occasionally say a few things to him. Ou Beichen nodded every now and then, sometimes shook his head. He looked calm and obedient, not at all like someone suffering from anxiety or explosive temper disorder.
Could simply watching a movie cure him?
No, that couldnāt be it. Those psychologists before had tried so many methods and failed to cure him. They couldnāt even get him to cooperate. Yet this woman had effortlessly earned his compliance. There had to be some kind of reason behind this.
After the movie, which was an hour and a half long, Qin Miaomiao stood up. Ou Beichen grabbed her hand nervously, the turbulent emotions in his expression barely contained.
"Xiao Chen, be good. Iām going home now. Iāll see you again next week, okay?"
He shook his head.
"Then how about three days later? Your sister has a lot of things to do too. I canāt always stay with you. But as long as Xiao Chen behaves, I promise Iāll come see you in three days."
Ou Beichen kept shaking his head, clinging to her tighter. Damn, my hand feels like itās about to get crushed!
This kidās strength is insane!
"Ouch, it hurts! If you donāt behave, I wonāt come keep you company next time."
Her expression darkened, and Ou Beichen immediately let go in fear, looking as if heād committed some grave mistake. He hung his head, even though he was taller than her. He rubbed up against her like a hopeless little koala. Qin Miaomiao simply escorted him back to his room, said goodnight to him, and set the time for their next visit.
Once she closed the door, Ou Bei Yao was suddenly behind her and spoke:
"You really have a way with him."
Qin Miaomiao jumped in shock and glared at him. "Of course. Itās actually very simple. Heās not all that different from normal people; he just doesnāt like to talk. You just need to be patient and find a way to communicate with him."
"He has explosive temper disorder. When it flares up, he does a lot of crazy things, even self-harm."
"Oh, really? If his temper flares again, just tie him up and then come find me."
Ou Bei Yao inhaled deeply and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
"Thank me for what? I charged you for it anyway. Boss Ou wouldnāt be stingy enough to skip out on the bill, right? One minute costs ten thousand. Please have todayās treatment fee transferred to my account. Thanks."
Ou Bei Yao: ... Is there really a woman in this world who loves money this much? Forget the āthank you,ā he might just take that back.
Qin Miaomiao whistled as she got in the car. Little Seventh couldnāt help but ask, "Young Madam, is watching movies really effective for treatment?"
"No, itās not."
"Huh?"
"What else was I supposed to do to kill time? Just sit there? Xiao Chenās condition is partly innate and partly from external factors. With a blunt brute like his big brother, who has the time or patience to sit with him? Xiao Chen has talent and exceptional intelligence, but he fears crowds and isnāt good at socializing. A person like him, in some areas, could actually be a genius. He just needs someone to treat him gently and kindly."
Little Seventh hesitated for a moment and said, "One minute for ten thousandāheāll owe you 1.2 million. Do you think heāll really pay it?"
Qin Miaomiao grinned. "He will. That man is cold-hearted and indifferent, but his little brother is his only weakness. Still, that guy is kind of annoying, so I deliberately bled him dry. How dare he take advantage of me? Iāll fleece him until heās got nothing left! Hmph!"
Two hours, 1.2 millionādefinitely a sky-high price!
Tsk tsk tsk, Young Madamās money-making skills are truly otherworldly. Heād respect her if he didnāt respect anyone else.
"SHIT! Drive faster! Lord Lu said if we donāt get home in twenty minutes, heāll ship you off to Africa!"
Little Seventh was dumbfounded, his face crumbling. Damn it, when the city wall catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer. You two lovebirdsā drama has nothing to do with me, alright?!!