Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 303 - 228. Emotion Mentor Sacrament

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Chapter 303: 228. Emotion Mentor Sacrament

Not far off, Mou Keyan stood quietly to the side eating melon while wearing a thick coat.

She witnessed with her own eyes the few minutes when Jiang Yu improvised freely.

In just a short period of time, Jiang Yu had reversed Qiang Zhihao’s established impressions.

He realized that he was just a pitiful little girl who craved love.

What’s wrong with wanting to be loved?

Regaining the moral high ground and letting Qiang Zhihao sink into self-validation of love, she almost seamlessly switched roles, crushing potential risks before they sprouted in her sharp rhetoric.

It was like something out of a textbook on brainwashing techniques.

A marvel to behold!

The man and woman continued their interaction.

...

"Hold on, did Jiang Yu ever take a kind of class..."

Lu Jincheng listened intently while twisting open a bottle of ice-cold cola, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

Upon reflection, these were the standard techniques of developed schools in future generations!

However, in this era, there were no established emotional gurus or systematic professional courses yet.

Those who could be called teachers were mostly silently accumulating their wisdom, practicing in secret.

Like Jiang Yu, a gifted practitioner who had begun to formulate her experiences into theory.

Mr. Lu smiled and swallowed his half-formed question, turning it into an exclamation.

"Typical triangulation. It’s impressive Jiang Yu can grasp this at such a young age."

"Triangulation?"

Mou Keyan rolled up her sleeves and fed the boss fruit bite by bite, blinking curiously.

"Triangulation is one of the most commonly used methods to tame prey; she might not have heard of this theory, but she is already doing it."

By casually mentioning other members of the opposite sex, creating direct or indirect comparisons, the prey’s emotions are sparked into chaos. Then, through PUA tactics, accusing the prey of being overly sensitive and emotionally unstable.

Thus provoking the prey’s competitive nature and urge for self-justification, seducing them to increase their emotional and material investment.

Usually, it starts with a light probing of the other’s reactions, but during the rebuilding period after conflicts arise, this triangulation becomes increasingly blatant, eventually evolving into direct flirtation and infidelity with others.

Lu, who once was kryptonite for women of such tactics, was no stranger to these methods.

The key for men to demystify such rhetoric lies in establishing strong cognition and confidence, to be logically consistent and impervious to all poisons.

So, not spending money means not loving you?

Mr. Lu, upon hearing these words, would probably just give a cold laugh and dismiss them with contempt.

A loud slap across the face.

A dog barks?

...

Slap!

Below the Music and Dance College dormitory building, a slap rang out distinctly.

"Sister Yu, I really..."

Underneath the barrage of Jiang Yu’s words, Qiang Zhihao finally blurted out his inner thoughts and doubts.

He choked up, sniffling and recounting his grievances and dissatisfaction.

But at this moment, Jiang Yu suddenly stepped forward and slapped him across the face.

At the dormitory entrance, people came and went, and the sound was crisp and clean, with many whispering about Jiang Yu and Qiang Zhihao.

This was the first time in Qiang Zhihao’s life that he had been slapped by a woman.

He stood there, hands on his burning cheek, at a loss.

"Not done yet?"

Jiang Yu’s eyebrows knotted, her thin lips parted and then closed, launching into another round of berating.

That slap set Qiang Zhihao’s emotions fermenting uncontrollably once more. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

He didn’t hit back, but felt shock, aggrievement, and disbelief.

"Xiao Qiang, can’t you see? I’ve been living with you, and everything that should have happened has happened. That top-ranking brother maybe treats me well, but I really have no feelings for him."

"I’m a person with a lot of insecurities, and my past few relationships have all been failures. There are many tempting flowers in the world, but I still prefer a tree that bears fruit."

Jiang Yu reached out and wiped the tears from the man’s cheek, her neatly manicured nails gliding across the skin as the tear stains vanished into the air.

"Actually, I hope for a future for us more than anyone, I’ve been planning when to make our relationship official."

"But my career is on the rise now, as you know, I’m getting insufficient sleep every day, plus feeling down, the pressure is really huge."

"To question my feelings, it really feels unfair. I didn’t mean to hit you, does it hurt?"

Jiang Yu tiptoed, leaning her upper body close to Qiang Zhihao, and asked in a low voice.

"It doesn’t... it doesn’t hurt."

Qiang Zhihao shook his head.

"Do you know? Being emotionally swayed by someone only happens when you care about them. I lost control just now, I’m sorry."

Jiang Yu straightened his collar, her voice hoarse and expression solemn as her tone grew heavier.

"In my heart, I know that despite our differences, and maybe you don’t love me as much, I’m different, no matter if there’s a top-ranker or not, I still love you the most."

"Sister Yu, it’s not like that, I love you... I love you more than he does, of course!"

Qiang Zhihao grabbed Jiang Yu’s hand, his emotions becoming even more agitated.

"I haven’t seen it, so why don’t you prove it to me?"

"How to prove..."

Qiang Zhihao started but then seemed to remember something.

He fumbled to pull out his phone from his pocket, his right hand swiping the screen, his fingertips trembling as he opened Jiang Yu’s chat window.

"Sister Yu, I’ve only got a bit over three thousand left for living expenses this month, there’s still money on my meal card, all of it’s for you!"

"I really don’t have ulterior motives, it’s all for you!"

He clicked the transfer button while showing his WeChat balance to Jiang Yu.

"Let’s go buy a cup of milk tea. Have you had the first cup of milk tea of the winter? If others have it, you should too. I want you to feel loved, so very much and so often."

Jiang Yu tugged at Qiang Zhihao’s sleeve and expertly clicked to receive the payment, a smile hiding in the corners of her eyes.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder, hands joined, disappearing around the corner at the end of the street.

Thus, the storm dissipated into nothingness.

Leaving behind only Mou Keyan with a dazed expression.

Could it really work like this?

...

"Classic, totally classic."

Lu Jincheng laughed as he gave a thumbs up, then began explaining to the stupefied Mou Keyan beside him.

"Slap them, then offer a sweet date. It’s one of the common methods of domestication."

"Prey starts thinking, ’Isn’t this an overreaction over such a small matter?’ and then gradually compromises, lowers their standards, and gives more."

"In short, carrot and stick, in an endless loop, resulting in complete psychological manipulation."

"Is it really that powerful?"

Mou Keyan’s eyes widened involuntarily.

Tonight, her roommate certainly gave her many surprises.

"Qiang Zhihao’s role is also known as a Blood Bag. He’s drained by Jiang Yu, from the material to the spiritual. It gets this powerful in the later stages."

The man stretched lazily, playing with the large waves in Mou Keyan’s hair, picking through them.

"You’re right, not just tonight, but probably for a long time, Qiang Zhihao won’t even think about getting back at Jiang Yu."

Lu Jincheng shifted his position and sank deeper into the couch, a hint of regret in his tone.

"Does that mean we can relax now?"

Mou Keyan asked.

"Yes, but not entirely."

The man held down Sister Yu’s right hand, indicating there was no need to continue feeding.

"From this incident, we can see that Jiang Yu is a natural emotional influencer and a prime candidate for causing a storm."

"Causing a storm?"

"Yes, your roommate, she’s ambitious, got ideas, and is willing to fight hard."

"If one day she realizes that her true calling is actually in emotional consulting, with her talent and understanding, it’s only a matter of time before she becomes a top influencer in emotion coaching."

Lu Jincheng was quite moved.

"Of course, that’s provided she forms a path dependency on this route, has enough practice and a solid theory established."

In the future, a commotion caused by a livestream will sweep through the internet.

A woman from the finance industry sought help in a top influencer’s livestream: One side a client tossing out 20 million, on the other a wealthy current partner, how should she choose.

Such "emotional assistance" happened almost weekly in this livestream.

The newly minted top influencers, advocating "aspirational socializing, aspirational mate selection," seemed to have become a new visible doctrine on the internet without anyone realizing.

And this new doctrine also drove many women.

Spreading the wrong values and mass-producing gold diggers, the influencers had achieved financial independence long ago.

"Being a top influencer... isn’t that very profitable?"

Sister Yu’s eyes gleamed, always considering the company’s interests.

"Your values are all wrong! That’s not the right path."

Mr. Lu took out a wet wipe, wrapped it around Mou Keyan’s hand, and wiped it clean.

"..."

Miao Miao eyed her boss with a complicated look, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

Like, Mr. Lu, you’re still talking about values?

"What’s with that look!"

Lu Jincheng chuckled, pulling Mou Keyan over and playfully smacking her pert buttocks, causing her to yelp.

"Remember, the company’s mission, vision, and values can’t be skewed. You’ve always got to do the right thing, and earn clean money."

In reality, there was a definite reason behind the forceful crackdown on emotional influencers.

These so-called coaches did more than promote unhealthy notions of love and objectify women; they went so far as to objectify men too.

They used a whole set of theories to categorize men and coax them into giving. All leading up to marriage.

In their world, men are left with just the role of "material provider."

Even if they made a fortune, Mr. Lu had no intention of cultivating such a monster in his company.

"So what you’re saying is, to avoid letting her stray and cause trouble down the track, we need to take preventative measures?"

Mou Keyan fluttered her eyelashes, quickly grasping the underlying message Lu Jincheng hinted at earlier.

Regarding Jiang Yu, they couldn’t be completely at ease.

"Exactly."

"In terms of action, does it mean we have to pull Qiang Zhihao back on track, help him snap out of it?"

As Mr. Lu’s right-hand woman, Mou Keyan had long since developed the ability to deduce other implications.

"You can’t buy happiness, but there’s no need to play the saint and intervene. Let him learn his lesson, consider it tuition, right?"

Lu Jincheng leaned on his hand and pondered deeply.

A few seconds later, he spoke again.

"But we can’t let Jiang Yu treat Qiang Zhihao as a Blood Bag and brainwash him so thoroughly."

"We can’t let her win."

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