Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

Wen Ying sighed. ’What a wretched twist of fate.’

But every wrong has a source, every debt a debtor.

Jiang Zhengyi wasn’t Jiang Han, nor was he one of the people in Loulan who caused Azi’s death.

But over the past hundred years, Azi’s resentment had clearly solidified and even amassed considerable power.

The moments when she regained her sanity were few and far between.

Revenge was on her mind ninety-nine percent of the time. The only reason Jiang Zhengyi was still alive was because Jiang Han’s bloodline had played a small part, allowing Azi to recover a sliver of her senses.

But this wasn’t a long-term solution.

This was also why Wen Ying had to take the red bridal veil.

"Go back to your ancestral home and see if you can find any heirlooms. Bring them to me. For now, this thing is with me, so she won’t bother you anymore."

"Then... Doctor Wen, will you be alright?"

Jiang Zhengyi looked at Wen Ying with some concern.

Although he’d never seen these supernatural things for himself, he’d seen plenty in TV shows and heard stories from the elders. And this whole thing with his ancestor went back a hundred years!

Could Azi’s resentment, after festering for a century, be anything but extraordinary?

Since she couldn’t regain her sanity, her attacks must be fatal. He had likely been spared from disaster thanks to his bloodline and Doctor Wen.

But Doctor Wen had no connection to the Jiang Family whatsoever. Even if she was an unparalleled expert in the field of... psychology, he couldn’t help but worry.

"Don’t worry. This red bridal veil has already acknowledged me as its owner; it won’t attack me. Of course, that also means it’s my property now, so don’t even think about asking for it back."

Wen Ying added the last part with a playful tone.

Jiang Zhengyi chuckled, then remembered something else. "Doctor Wen, what about the piece of the red bridal veil I brought back from Loulan? It’s not... also..."

While Jiang Zhengyi wanted to fulfill his ancestor’s task and sympathized with Azi, he valued his own life more.

He wasn’t ready to die and didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks.

"The piece you have was likely left behind by your ancestor. You’ll be fine carrying it. You might even have a use for it in the future."

Jiang Zhengyi gave an awkward laugh. "A red bridal veil only has one use: for a wedding. At my age, my own daughter is almost old enough to get married... Doctor Wen! You don’t mean my daughter will need it, do you?"

One had to admit, Jiang Zhengyi’s imagination was running wild.

Jiang Zhengyi wouldn’t allow even the slightest possibility of this thing harming his daughter!

His ancestors were important, but the living were more so.

His daughter was more important to him than his own life.

"No, no, you’re overthinking it." Seeing Jiang Zhengyi suddenly get all emo, Wen Ying quickly reassured him.

"You’re the one who will use it, but not for a wedding. How should I put this? I can’t tell you right now, but one day you’ll know, and you will use it.

Trust me. If anyone ever offers to buy this red bridal veil from your family, don’t sell it. Understand?"

Hearing Wen Ying’s words, Jiang Zhengyi got a strange feeling. What she was talking about seemed very distant, yet somehow not so far away at all.

He didn’t know what it was specifically, but the feeling made him suspect this red bridal veil had some great purpose.

"Thank you, Doctor Wen. I understand. Don’t worry, Doctor Wen, I’ll put this red bridal veil in a very safe place and not let anyone touch it."

"Including your family?"

"Er..." Jiang Zhengyi was taken aback. When he said "anyone," he had subconsciously meant anyone outside his family.

After all, his wife, son, and daughter were the people closest to him.

But from Doctor Wen’s tone...

"Not even my wife and kids?"

Wen Ying shook her head. "It’s best if they don’t. Your wife doesn’t have the Jiang Family bloodline, and the bloodline in your daughter and son is too diluted. To avoid any problems and for their health and safety, it’s best that you are the only one who touches it."

Jiang Zhengyi nodded.

’This trip today was so worth it!’

Money wasn’t entirely a worldly possession he could do without, but to him, it wasn’t as important as his family’s lives.

Giving those shares to Wen Ying was the best decision he had ever made in his life.

"Oh, and this little turtle—no, I mean, this Black Tortoise. It’s best you use it for yourself or your family. You must not sell it."

Wen Ying warned him about this with a serious expression.

Jiang Zhengyi nodded. How could he possibly sell something so precious, its value immeasurable?

"Doctor Wen, what did you mean by it being good for both offense and defense?"

"If a resentful spirit attacks you, it can help you block it. If some unclean entity or a person harbors ill will toward you, to the point of wanting to kill you, it can sense it and launch an attack of its own."

Jiang Zhengyi was both shocked and thrilled to hear this.

’How many lives is that worth!’ 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"But don’t get your hopes too high. Everything has a lifespan and will eventually be used up. This is no exception. It has five defensive charges and three offensive charges. After they’re used up, it will become an ordinary little turtle."

Jiang Zhengyi was still very satisfied. That was more than enough!

That was eight lives right there!

’That’s almost as many as a cat’s nine lives,’ he thought, completely content.

If he had to put a price on it, he had definitely come out on top. If word got out about this thing’s abilities, the big shots would probably be willing to pay hundreds of millions for it!

The richer people were, the more they feared death and desired long life.

After discussing some contract details with Wen Ying, including how much money she would receive each month, Jiang Zhengyi prepared to leave with his little turtle.

But when he reached the clinic’s entrance, he turned back to look at it.

"Doctor Wen, doesn’t this clinic need renovating? If it does, I can contact some people. I’ll take care of everything."

Wen Ying immediately waved her hands. "No, no, that’s not necessary."

’The clinic is fine as it is. If it were all fancy, it wouldn’t suit my lifestyle on this street anymore. Besides, would the patients who come here really leave just because the clinic’s decor is a bit plain? And I’m about to become a multi-millionaire, maybe even a billionaire. I need to know when to stop. How can I keep fleecing Jiang Zhengyi? If I want to do something, I have the money for it! This is the kind of confidence that comes with being rich!’

[Host, have you perhaps forgotten that I take eighty percent of your dividends every time?~]

The system seemed to be gloating.

Wen Ying shot back, "Are you underestimating me? Even with just a few tens of thousands a month, I’d still be a rich woman! Let alone several hundred thousand~"

’Hah, you’re the one who should be emo. The system’s going to be responsible for all this work anyway. If it messes up, how will it have the gall to brag in front of me again? It feels awesome just thinking about it. Now *this* is the vibe a power-fantasy protagonist should have!’

Hearing Wen Ying’s refusal, Jiang Zhengyi didn’t insist. However, the moment he left Wenxiang Street, he instructed his assistant to purchase the largest, most user-friendly refrigerator on the market.

After the refrigerator was delivered, he was to have some high-quality fish, shrimp, meat, and ice cream air-freighted to stock it.

He also arranged to have some durian and other recently in-season fresh fruits flown in.

Jiang Zhengyi recalled seeing a fried chicken box on Wen Ying’s desk as he was leaving and figured she would probably like these things.