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Xiao Qian really didnât understand what exactly Yu Minglang was thinking.
In the country where the distinction between neurology and psychiatry is still not clear, the wrong concept that equates mental illness with mental disorder is rampant. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is not a mental illness, but in many peopleâs eyes, they are practically the same.
He saw how terrifying he appeared when he was in an episode of his disorder, yet he still dared to confess his feelings?
Was there something different about Yu Minglangâs brain from normal people?
Looking at Yu Minglang, Xiao Qian drew upon her knowledge of him that spanned two lives and all of the psychology knowledge she had learned in her previous life to analyze Yu Minglang, but she discovered that she still didnât understand this man.
âThe human heart, like the body, can fall sick. Your condition is just like catching a common cold. As long as you feel loved, you will definitely recover. I believe that I have the ability to make you happy. If you are still unhappy, it would be my fault.â
âYou?â Xiao Qian felt like tearing off his face to see if there was an alien underneath.
When did Yu Minglang start talking so much? Plus, every word was sweet enough to kill her!
If he had such eloquence in his previous life, could Xiao Qian have run away before their marriage?
Obviously, she couldnât.
However, Xiao Qian overlooked that the condition she presented in front of Yu Minglang in her previous life wasnât the same as now. She showed him the most vulnerable side of her, which greatly stimulated his protective instinct as a male.
âAlthough I am often busy with work and canât always be by your side, I will use every possible way to prevent you from feeling lonely.â
Yu Minglang finished speaking, but he felt it didnât sound quite right.
He shook his head.
âActually, Iâm not as selfless as I appear to be. My confession isnât just about taking care of you.â
Xiao Qian looked at him, wondering what kind of gobbledegook this guy could spew.
âChen Xiaoqian, I want to take care of you, and itâs not out of pity or anything else, but simply because Iâve taken to you, and itâs you alone. Thereâs no second option.â
Because he liked her, he wanted to take care of her.
Because he liked her, he couldnât stand to see her suffer. He didnât need a reason or justification.
It was simply the feeling when a man likes a woman. Donât ask why. Itâs just like how people naturally know to suckle from the moment they are born, how women start wearing makeup when they reach a certain age, and how men start toâ¦
This was instinctual.
Xiao Qian was already dizzy from his King Bomb.
She felt her breath quicken, as though something was filling her body until it was brimming. The heat in her heart had nowhere to vent, making her face flush with heat.
It took her a long while to finally speak up.
âYou donât mind that Iâm only 18?â
âAt first, I did.â
Being with a woman whoâs six years younger and still in school, Yu Minglang was of course conflicted.
âBut I think, since the heavens have entrusted you to me, I canât let you go. If I could endure staying motionless for two days in -40-dcgree weather for a mission, I can wait for you until you graduate from university. If by then, you think I am a man worthy of your lifelong commitment, letâs get married.â âHeavenâ¦?â
âYour Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is a test given to me by heaven, and also our matchmaker. If I have the capability to care for you and help control your OCD, even the worst situations can turn beautiful. Chen Xiaoqian, do you think what I said makes sense?â
Xiao Qianâs thoughts were a mess.
Could OCD also become a good thing?
She had never thought of this before.
She only knew that she hated this disease; despite being a psychologist herself, she couldnât cure herself. She knew that her hand-washing was wrong but couldnât control it.
But Yu Minglang said that her OCD was a test given by heaven to him, not to her. If he failed to treat her, it would be his incompetency.
Her heart was in turmoil, her face flushed, and she thought she should be in an OCD episode, wanting to wash her hands so badly. So why wasnât she?
But shockingly, her OCD didnât act up. Xiao Qian just felt her heart was warm and her face redder.
How infuriating! Why would her OCD not act up when it should, yet interfere when it shouldnât?
Flowers bloom and wilt in their own time, plants canât control when they bloom, and Xiao Qian couldnât control her natural psychological responses to Yu Minglangâs confession either.
She didnât know what to think about or what to do, all she could do was stare at him blankly.
âSince youâve agreed, letâs formally establish our relationship.â
Xiao Qian jolted back to reality and glared at him, her face red, âWhen did I agree?â
âYou didnât say anything just now, so itâs settled. Now, letâs talk about your midnight meetings with Zheng Xu.â
âThat has nothing to do with you.â
âAs a couple who has confirmed our romantic relationship, from now on, I have the right to filter your social contacts. That includes dangerous elements that must be filtered.â
âWho confirmed anything with you?â This guy, how thick-skinned was he?
Not hearing it! Yu Minglang ignorantly disregarded her opinion, reached over and grabbed the bag she was holding in her hand.
âMay I have a look?â
Then, with a hand covering Xiao Qianâs mouth, he mumbled to himself.
âMmm, I know youâll say itâs fine.â
How dare you! If you have the guts, take your hand off my mouth! Xiao Qian bit him, causing Yu Minglang to release his grip and dive into the bag.
Photographs of Chen Lin and Chu Xue huddling intimately together fell out, along with the details of Chen Linâs recent debts and his whereabouts.
Upon seeing these photos, Yu Minglangâs eyebrows furrowed.
âSo you let Zheng Xu take these?â
âI had them taken, so what? How else was I supposed to divorce my parents?â
âWhy do you trust him so much? When did you two meet?â Yu Minglang felt a profound sense of crisis. His self-proclaimed boyfriend status was not secure at all.
âWhy should I tell you? Yu Minglang, donât overstep your bounds! My business isnât any of yours!â
Little happiness Xiao Qian had been feeling moments ago was extinguished by his domineering attitude.
This guy interfered with everythingâin her friendships too?
If he thought he could trap her in a jar just because he proclaimed himself as her boyfriend and cut her off from the outside world, she swore she would beat him. Sheâd rather die than live without freedom.
âYour business from now on is my business. I have the responsibility to protect your safety. Zheng Xu is a dangerous element, you should stay away from him.â
Zheng Xu was different from his brother Yu Mingli. Though Yu Mingli exploited his economic acumen to climb the ranks, Zheng Xu would resort to any means necessary to make a profit, regardless of the powerful background he came fromâwhich is quite like his girl.
âIâll say it again, my business is none of your concern. Just mind your own business!â Xiao Qian, accustomed to independence, couldnât bear this.
âMind my own business?â Yu Minglang repeated, to which Xiao Qian nodded. Then, his lips met hers yet again..