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

Zhang Wenliang was even more stunned.

"The boundless horizon is my love, the green mountains bloom beneath my feet~" The music blaring from the stage was deafening, and in that moment, Zhang Wenliang had a sudden, sobering realization. ’Did Sister Wen Ying just reject me?’

But...

’Did I get it wrong?’

The embarrassment was immense. Zhang Wenliang said nothing, keeping his head down and letting the deafening music pound against his eardrums.

Wen Ying, however, was enthusiastically watching the neighborhood aunties rehearse their dance on stage. ’I wonder if I could do those moves?’ she mused.

’Seems a little difficult. Dancing has never been my strong suit.’

Even when she took it up as a hobby, reality always brought her crashing down.

"Little Ying, Little Ying?"

"Little Ying!" Aunt Zhang grabbed Wen Ying’s arm, finally snapping her attention away from the stage performance.

"Little Ying, you can watch this performance anytime! I have something more important for you right now! You’re coming with me!"

Wen Ying was completely baffled. She got up and followed Aunt Zhang, not even having time to grab her stool.

What Wen Ying didn’t expect was that two strangers were following them, with Zhang Wenliang trailing behind the pair.

’Those must be Zhang Wenliang’s parents,’ she thought.

They looked to be about the same age as Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang.

"So you’re Little Ying! You’ve truly blossomed into a beauty! I heard you inherited your grandmother’s clinic. Wen Liang’s father and I have been so busy we never had a chance to stop by. If it weren’t for what happened today, we might have missed our chance entirely!"

"Yes, yes, and since Wen Liang is back too, we really should all get together!" Zhang Wenliang’s father chimed in.

Wen Ying...

’That’s a strange way to put it,’ she thought.

Aunt Zhang smiled. "Exactly! I just think these two kids are destined to meet. Otherwise, how could they have run into each other like that?"

Of course, Aunt Zhang wouldn’t admit that she had only dragged Wen Ying here after hearing that the promising Zhang Wenliang would be visiting today. And now, seeing him in person, he was indeed a fine, upstanding young man!

Aunt Zhang’s heart swelled with delight at the thought.

If she could just sort out Wen Ying’s marriage prospects, she and her husband would be able to hold their heads high and boast about it when they met Grandma Wen in the afterlife!

"Hello, Uncle. Hello, Auntie."

"Oh, hello! What a polite young woman you are!"

Wen Ying... ’This is getting weirder and weirder.’

Once they were inside the clinic, Aunt Zhang quickly spoke up. "You all chat for a bit. I’m going to go buy some fruit, so you can have a snack if you get hungry."

Wen Ying looked at the family of three with a faint smile. "Auntie, you’re here about Wen Liang, aren’t you?"

Zhang Wenliang’s mother smiled and nodded. "We don’t really understand these things, but Wen Liang... he’s the pride of our family, a student at a top university. It’s a blessing we could have only dreamed of. We absolutely can’t let anything happen to him. Your aunt said you have your ways, so my husband and I wanted to ask you... what exactly is going on?"

Wen Ying had underestimated just how much this couple doted on Zhang Wenliang.

She had told Zhang Wenliang to come find her, but now the entire family of three was here.

"What’s wrong with me? Mom, what are you talking about? I’m perfectly fine, aren’t I?" Zhang Wenliang frowned, completely confused about what was going on.

’How did Wen Ying get dragged into this?’

"Little Ying, don’t mind this silly boy. He doesn’t get it. As his parents, all we want is for him to study hard. It’s fine if he doesn’t understand these things. We only brought him because your aunt insisted he come."

Zhang Wenliang was speechless when he saw his mother ignoring him.

At that moment, he took a look around the clinic.

A ’psychological counseling clinic,’ but it was truly rudimentary.

A desk and chairs, a sofa, a beanbag chair, and wooden shelves on the walls. The shelves were filled with all sorts of strange knickknacks that had absolutely nothing to do with medicine.

They looked more like handicrafts.

Zhang Wenliang only grew more bewildered.

"Auntie, Wen Liang is a genius. How could a little thing like this possibly affect him? I wanted to speak with him alone because he’s likely to be more receptive. Parents, on the other hand, have a tendency to worry more.

"This matter isn’t a big deal, really. It’s not life-threatening, so Auntie and Uncle, please don’t worry."

Listening to Wen Ying’s cryptic words, Zhang Wenliang became even more confused.

’Why does she sound like one of those fortune-tellers?’

’But Wen Ying is so young, only two years older than me. How could she...?’

’Could it be that she was forced into this by her circumstances after Grandma Wen passed away?’

’But Wen Ying is a college graduate. She shouldn’t have trouble making a living. It should be easy for her to find any old job to support herself. Why would she become a... a con artist...’ Zhang Wenliang really didn’t want to say the word.

After all, he had been quite taken with her at first sight.

But trying to swindle his parents? Did she really think he, a top student admitted to Qingbei, was some kind of pushover?

"Mom, Dad, you guys go home first. Let me talk with Sister Wen Ying."

Zhang Wenliang didn’t show any outright resistance. He knew what kind of reaction would achieve his goal: getting his parents to go home.

He wasn’t an expert in psychology, but he understood the basics.

At Zhang Wenliang’s insistence, his parents left the clinic without even getting to taste the fruit Aunt Zhang had bought.

They kept looking back every few steps as they left.

Once they were gone, Zhang Wenliang faced Wen Ying with a serious expression. His earlier infatuation had been completely replaced by confusion and a hint of resentment.

"Sister Wen Ying, is there something wrong with me?"

Wen Ying watched him with a grin. "Little brother, you think I’m swindling your parents, don’t you?"

Out of respect for their neighborly connection, Zhang Wenliang didn’t press the accusation, but simply stared at Wen Ying with a grim expression.

"You sent your parents away because you don’t want them to realize they’re being scammed, and you don’t want them wasting money on me. You’re worried that if word of this gets out, especially if it reaches your classmates, you’ll be deeply humiliated. Am I right?"

"Sister Wen Ying, since you’re a college graduate, finding a respectable job shouldn’t be that hard, right?"

Zhang Wenliang looked at Wen Ying’s face. ’Honestly,’ he thought, ’a face like that is already a golden ticket in the professional world.’

Although many people hated to hear it, that was reality. That was a fact.

A beautiful woman has a much easier time finding a job, especially a front-desk position. Many companies are willing to pay a high salary for a receptionist who is both beautiful and has a good figure.

Just to be the face of the company, and to give the employees something nice to look at every day.

As for her other qualities, it wasn’t his place to judge.

"If you can’t find a suitable position, I can give you a recommendation. I have a few friends whose families run businesses here. Would seven or eight thousand a month be enough?"

Wen Ying narrowed her eyes. Suddenly, she found this kid wasn’t cute at all anymore.

He was amusing before, but now he was just asking for a punch in the face.

"Actually, I’m quite well-off. You could even say I’m a wealthy woman in my own right. But if you want me to ’diagnose’ you today, you’ll still have to pay the one-thousand-yuan consultation fee, little brother~"

"One thousand?" Zhang Wenliang was stunned.

’She’s a neighbor, and she has the nerve to try and scam me out of a thousand yuan?’

A thousand yuan was nothing to him, but for everyone else on this street, it was a lot of money!

Zhang Wenliang was indignant.