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

Soon, it was Zhang Wenliang’s turn to take the stage and give a speech to encourage the students. Wen Ying watched Zhang Wenliang stand on stage, his features radiant and full of spirit. He spoke eloquently, citing classics and telling everyone about the power of knowledge.

Knowledge can change your destiny.

Wen Ying admitted to herself that she wasn’t nearly as eloquent.

She also had to admit that she could never say something that filled the children with such hope and passion. As expected, a professional’s job should be left to the professionals.

As Zhang Wenliang stood on the stage, the camera flashes from the audience seemed to never stop.

Half an hour later, Zhang Wenliang stepped down, and the event continued.

But soon enough, reporters surrounded him and Wen Ying. "Mr. Zhang, I’d like to ask, is this your girlfriend?"

Of course, some media outlets wanted to dig up some of Zhang Wenliang’s private affairs. If they took an unconventional angle for their report, they could definitely attract a lot of traffic.

Wen Ying looked at the gossipy male reporter with the buzz cut who had spoken. "My friend, Mr. Zhang just wants to focus on his studies right now. I’m his older sister. But none of that is important. What’s important is that the bus you bought a ticket for has just been canceled. If you don’t go and buy a new ticket now, I’m afraid you won’t be able to go home today."

What kind of people are gossip reporters?

They’re a cunning bunch. They don’t care about ethics or morals, only about how much traffic they can get by grabbing eyeballs. He’d interviewed countless people, so he could naturally tell that Wen Ying was deliberately changing the subject.

That meant there was only one possibility: this girl was definitely not the genius Zhang Wenliang’s sister!

This discovery made him even more excited!

"Don’t try to hide it, little girl. I’m not going to do anything to you." The buzz-cut man had already formulated a series of headlines in his mind. ’So this is what happens when a top scholar gets a girlfriend. Turns out he only cares about looks, no different from any other guy.’

’So much for so-called inner beauty and kindred souls—it’s all just a sham!’

’This topic would probably trigger some attacks from the feminists, wouldn’t it?’

’When that happens, I won’t have to worry about traffic at all. My account might gain several hundred thousand followers overnight.’

"I’m not lying to you. I am a psychologist. Based on your facial features, the way you just spoke, and the look in your eyes, I can tell you’re about to receive a message that your ticket has been canceled."

The buzz-cut man burst out laughing, but before he could even speak, he heard the PING of a text message notification.

"Is that so? Well, I’ll have to see. Is Zhang the Scholar’s girlfriend also some kind of divine prophet?" The man took out his phone with a smug smile.

But the moment he saw the message, his smile froze.

"Oh my, what happy news are you looking at, Mr. Reporter?" Wen Ying leaned her head over. "Wow! Your ticket really was canceled?"

Wen Ying feigned shock and covered her mouth.

Zhang Wenliang found this amusing and leaned in as well, putting on the exact same shocked expression.

"Old Jiang, was it really like the little girl said?" A colleague who knew him thought it was an incredible coincidence.

The buzz-cut reporter nodded awkwardly. "It’s just a coincidence, that’s all."

"Mister, if you don’t go rebook your ticket, there won’t be any available for the next three days. You won’t make it home the day after tomorrow, either," Wen Ying offered as a helpful tip.

"You little girl, you just like to exaggerate, don’t you?"

"Old Jiang! I asked earlier. It seems there really are only tickets for today, and then not again until four days from now. That’s why I bought a ticket for a bus leaving in twenty minutes."

When the buzz-cut man heard his colleague’s words, he immediately bolted.

The day after tomorrow was his son’s birthday, and his family was planning a huge celebration!

If he couldn’t get back in time, his old man would probably kick him out of the family!

After all, his son was the most treasured child in the entire family!

The other colleagues saw the buzz-cut man run off and were a bit curious. ’Why is he in such a hurry?’

’Does he want to be the first to break the story?’

’No way! We can’t fall behind!’

In the information age, whoever publishes first reaps the biggest rewards!

Everyone wanted a piece of that!

And so, another wave of them ran off.

A few colleagues who knew the buzz-cut man well found it all very strange. The coincidence was too much of a coincidence. So much so that it hardly seemed like a coincidence at all.

It was a mouthful, but it was the truth.

"You said just now that you’re a psychologist?" one of the colleagues who knew Old Jiang asked, looking at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying nodded. "The real deal, guaranteed."

"Then do you know the psychologist Wen Ying?"

Zhang Wenliang looked like he was about to laugh, but he held it in.

"Of course I know her. Isn’t she a great beauty?"

"Yes, yes, a great beauty! And a psychologist, same profession as you. But she’s much more incredible than you! Have you heard of the Divine Calculator?" The man was a chatterbox, and as he spoke, he wore the proud expression of someone who had seen the world.

"It’s okay if you haven’t. She’s such a great master, she’s probably not on your radar."

Wen Ying nodded in agreement.

"Beauty, you said you’re Zhang the Scholar’s sister. What’s your name?"

"Wen Ying."

"Wen Ying?" The reporter seemed to feel an awkward sense of familiarity.

"Does it sound a little familiar?" Wen Ying asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes! It’s the same name as the master I was just talking about. You two really have a connection. I can introduce you two sometime."

"You know Doctor Wen?"

"Of course! Doctor Wen is a permanent fixture on the trending topics list! How could anyone in our industry not know her? Let me tell you, you must never, ever say anything bad about Doctor Wen, understand?"

"No, why is that?" Wen Ying asked curiously.

"Doctor Wen can look at you and know everything about your ancestors for eighteen generations! She even knows what will happen to you in the future! One time, she didn’t even see the person, just a name, and she still knew! If you say bad things about her, you might just get hit with some inexplicable bad luck!"

’I really didn’t expect my reputation to have reached this level.’

When Zhang Wenliang heard this, he was even more shocked.

He didn’t really pay attention to all that messy entertainment news online, so he wasn’t aware of what was going on with Sister Wen Ying.

’Hearing someone else talk about her now... is she really that incredible?’

Wen Ying helpfully reminded him, "So, have you seen a photo of Doctor Wen?"

"Of course!" The gossip reporter took out his phone and started searching. He wanted to show off his connections, thinking he might be able to establish a relationship with Zhang the Scholar and this psychologist who happened to share a name with the famous Doctor Wen.

Then he’d have no shortage of topics to write about.

There was Zhang the Scholar, there was this Doctor Wen right here, and then there was Zhang the Scholar and this Doctor Wen together.

And of course, he could also piggyback on the fame of the Divine Calculator, Doctor Wen!

’It’s like killing four birds with one stone!’

Just thinking about it was exciting!

A radiant path was unfolding before him, and all he had to do was step onto it with his head held high!

"Found it, found it! Let me tell you, I took this photo up close!"

The reporter found the video and tapped play, planning to impress these small-town folks.

But when he saw Doctor Wen’s face—