In the psychology therapy room.
Ling Qianhe sat down.
The young man opposite, wearing glasses, adjusted his gold-rimmed spectacles and looked at Ling Qianhe with a smiling gaze.
You're the one who asked me to sign a confidentiality agreement?
You're the most popular global superstar, Ling Qianhe?
Ling Qianhe remained expressionless.
He wasn't here to see a psychologist.
He was here to inquire about the young girl he had just seen.
Yang Lanyan, meanwhile, rubbed his chin with his slender fingers.
Ling Qianhe heard him speak.
I feel like you're someone under a lot of psychological pressure.
Hiding your true self behind a false shell, doesn't that feel exhausting?
Yang Lanyan smiled at Ling Qianhe.
Ling Qianhe pursed his lips in displeasure.
A hint of dissatisfaction flickered across his exquisite face.
He really disliked the psychologist opposite him!
That young girl who came in earlier.
Has her change been really significant recently?
Yang Lanyan's smile was impeccable.
That's her secret.
Our first rule as psychologists is to protect our patients' secrets.
So I'm sorry, but I cannot tell you.
Ling Qianhe met his gaze.
She's my fan, isn't she? Perhaps I can help with her condition.
Yang Lanyan maintained his unchanging smile, a cool light glinting in his eyes.
She herself said she doesn't like you anymore. You were just outside, you should have heard that clearly.
Ling Qianhe's face turned ashen!
Yang Lanyan was truly detestable.
Yang Lanyan then said,
Let's not talk about others, let's talk about you.
You harbor many secrets, secrets that torment you deeply. I can feel the darkness hidden within your body. You're about to be consumed by that darkness, aren't you?
Ling Qianhe maintained his glamorous elegance, sitting up straight.
You've misjudged me.
I'm a阳光 (yang guang - sunny) person.
I'm always involved in public welfare, positive and upward-looking. I convey only positive energy to my fans.
The man opposite spun his pen.
Only you know best whether that's true.
You'll come to see me again.
I'm very sure. If you don't open your heart to a doctor, your future will be very bleak.
In the entertainment industry, quite a few artists die from depression each year. I understand people like you the best. You appear to be infinitely glorious on the surface, but in reality, darkness breeds deep within. You are pathetic wretches who can only curl up in a corner of your room and weep in the dead of night.
Ling Qianhe suddenly stood up.
Stop talking!
He interrupted the man opposite.
Are such sharp words also something a psychologist should say?
He looked coldly at the man opposite.
Then he said,
We will never meet again!
Ling Qianhe walked out. Chen Fei, dressed in a sharp professional suit, glanced at Ling Qianhe.
She spoke in a hoarse voice.
Qianhe?
How did your talk with the doctor go?
Are you feeling alright?
Ling Qianhe looked at the urban beauty before him.
Chen Fei had worked with him for many years. This agent had brought him up, discovering him when he was at his most humble and providing him with support. Da Feng Novel Network.
Such a connection forged from humble beginnings was naturally different, otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed this woman to stay by his side for so many years.
However, lately, she had been making decisions on her own and causing a series of farces.
Her earlier mention of Ling Qianhe's doll and the disappearance of the assistant Lin Mushi had already displeased him.
Let alone making him see a psychologist, or tacitly allowing the young lady from the Lin family to approach him.
The feeling of annoyance welled up in Ling Qianhe's heart.
His eyelashes trembled slightly. After a moment, Ling Qianhe spoke.
My body is fine. Rather, Sister Fei has been working very hard worrying about me. How about this, I'll arrange a paid vacation for Sister Fei, a trip to the Maldives, what do you say?
He looked up into Chen Fei's eyes.
Chen Fei froze.
Ah?
Chen Fei was a little flustered.
I'm fine, I still need to arrange future work for Qianhe. Qianhe, I don't feel tired. As your agent, it's my duty to work hard for you.
Ling Qianhe's eyes remained cold, his exceptionally beautiful face adorned with an elegant smile.
I'm just asking Sister Fei to take a break for a while. I can handle the work myself.
Chen Fei stared at his retreating figure, a sense of unease slowly rising in her heart.
Xiao He.
Is he tired of her as his agent?
She always felt that Xiao He had been too strange lately, but she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
It was just a suddenly disappeared assistant.
Why would Xiao He's emotions fluctuate so much?