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

She didn’t want to stay busy at all. All she wanted was to rest.

"Rest is one thing, but being bored is another. I need to find something to do."

The cameraman suddenly spoke up. "Doctor Wen, the viewers in the livestream chat are saying you haven’t streamed in a long time. They’re wondering if you could start one?"

The cameraman had heard from the director that this was the most popular request, so he’d ventured to ask.

[The production team really knows what they’re doing! We’ll definitely keep supporting a show like this! Please start a stream, Doctor Wen!]

"Cameraman, aren’t we live right now?"

Song Jiayan nodded in agreement.

"He probably means he wants Doctor Wen to do a separate stream," Zhao Qi said, looking at the cameraman. "Your production team is too cheap, aren’t you? Doctor Wen brought you all this traffic. How much did you even pay her? And you still want to squeeze her dry? That’s not cool!"

"Aren’t you guys going too far?" Xu Jiali also spoke up for Wen Ying.

’After all, she was only paid two hundred thousand to come on this show.’

’Sister Wen Ying probably got about the same.’

’That was a lot of money for her, but for Wen Ying, who was driving all this traffic for the show, it was probably far too little.’

’It was good enough that Wen Ying hadn’t demanded more pay from the production team. Now they wanted her to advertise for them and drive even more traffic during the show’s own live broadcast?’

As for their assumption that Wen Ying was the cause of the show’s explosive surge in viewership, it was purely based on inference.

The fact that no one from the production team seemed to deny it only confirmed their suspicions.

The cameraman didn’t say anything else. He was just relaying the director’s thoughts.

Whether she agreed or not was up to Doctor Wen.

Wen Ying heard this and thought for a moment. "I’ll pass on the livestream, but I could see some patients."

"See them for what?" Xu Jiali didn’t understand what Sister Wen Ying was talking about.

"My profession is psychology. So, naturally, I’d be seeing people with psychological issues."

Xu Jiali was completely baffled. She glanced at Zhao Qi, then at Song Jiayan.

"Sister Yingying isn’t planning on treating Song Jiayan, is she? He’s just a little shy, he doesn’t have a problem, does he?"

Xu Jiali said this without much conviction.

"Of course not. All of you are perfectly fine."

"Then...?"

Zhao Qi suddenly smiled. "Doctor Wen, are you planning on treating *them*?"

"Little Zhao is as sharp as ever."

Zhao Qi smiled as he looked at Doctor Wen. ’She’s probably around my age, or maybe even two or three years younger, yet she calls me Little Zhao.’

’At first, it felt a little awkward.’

’But he’d heard it so much now that he didn’t mind.’

"Little Zhao, how did you guess?" Xu Jiali asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I’m older than you. Call me Brother Zhao."

[PFFT! I can’t! Zhao Qi totally plays favorites! Miss Xu just got shut down.]

"...Zhao Qi, if you don’t want to say it, then fine."

"Whatever. I’m going to go pick some fruit. I think I saw some decent ones on the way over. Wait for me to come back with a haul!"

Zhao Qi stood up and left.

Xu Jiali sat on the soft mat woven from vines and leaves, feeling quite comfortable.

Song Jiayan sat silently to one side.

"Song Jiayan, what are you thinking about?"

Song Jiayan turned to look at Xu Jiali. "I... I was thinking about a song."

"Singing or writing?" Xu Jiali asked offhandedly.

"I’m not sure. I just jot things down when inspiration strikes."

Hearing this, the cameraman suddenly lowered his voice. "Jiayan, that song you sang is trending."

Song Jiayan froze.

’Trending?’

’His song was trending?’

’For an ordinary person like him, with no connections or background, getting on the trending list was practically impossible!’

Song Jiayan had never imagined he could make it onto the trending list, but the cameraman wouldn’t lie about something like this.

"SHH, keep it down. I’m telling you this in secret."

"I heard that too," Xu Jiali said, giving the cameraman a mischievous look.

"Jiali, you’re trending too."

The mischievous look on Xu Jiali’s face vanished, replaced by the same stunned expression Song Jiayan now wore.

’Trending?’

’The trending lists were the domain of big stars, backed by powerful connections and capital. How could a newcomer like her, who hadn’t even gotten her foot in the door, dare to dream of trending?’

’But the cameraman had just said it, right in front of the camera?’

’His voice was low, but the livestream audience must have heard him.’

’So she was really trending?’

’And Song Jiayan was trending too?’

’As for Sister Wen Ying, that was a given. The trending list was probably full of her name.’

’It must be Sister Wen Ying who carried her and Song Jiayan onto the list, right?’

Xu Jiali’s mind raced, and this was the only answer that made sense.

"Song Jiayan, are we about to get famous?" Xu Jiali’s voice pulled Song Jiayan back from his daze.

Song Jiayan nodded, the excitement in his heart was indescribable, and his eyes reddened slightly.

"Wait, Song Jiayan, you sang?"

Xu Jiali seemed to have just realized.

Suppressing his excitement, Song Jiayan nodded. He had indeed sung.

"Sister Yingying and I didn’t get to hear you. Why don’t you sing it again?"

Song Jiayan looked at Xu Jiali, then turned to Wen Ying.

"If you want to sing, then sing. Jiali and I would love to hear it."

Song Jiayan nodded and closed his eyes.

He centered himself, collecting his thoughts.

When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with determination.

’No matter how difficult the path he had chosen was, he would walk it to the end.’

Song Jiayan didn’t face the camera. Instead, he gazed toward the distant horizon.

There was no music, no accompaniment, only Song Jiayan’s voice, slowly beginning to echo around them.

"When you walk into this pleasure ground, with every dream and wish upon your back, faces of all colors, makeup of all kinds, no one remembers how you look..."

As his voice rang out, the livestream chat fell silent.

It seemed everyone was captivated by Song Jiayan’s song.

As Xu Jiali listened, she was reminded of the winding, difficult paths she had taken in her own past, and her eyes couldn’t help but turn red.

’I never expected Song Jiayan to be so good at writing and singing.’

"Oh, are we having a sing-along?~"

Jiang Beibei and Meng Xiaoyi returned, carrying the same amount of leaves as before.

She grinned and looked over at Wen Ying and Song Jiayan. ’They must have felt that gesture of goodwill, right?’

Hearing someone speak, Song Jiayan stopped singing.

Xu Jiali shot Jiang Beibei a dissatisfied glare, but Jiang Beibei paid it no mind.

’Are they trying to get some private screen time on the show’s dime?’

"Song Jiayan, just ignore her. Let’s continue, okay?"

Song Jiayan shook his head. "I think I’ll stop here."

[I don’t know why, but I find Jiang Beibei so annoying the moment I see her!]

[She totally interrupted him on purpose, right? And then she acts all innocent. So fake!]

[I still prefer someone genuine like Miss Xu! It’s a shame we can’t hear the rest of Song Jiayan’s song. I really love it!]

Penguin Music: [Everyone, rest assured! We are already in contact with the production team! If Song Jiayan agrees, this song can be uploaded to our platform~]

[HOLY SHIT! Penguin Music is here too? They move fast! I bet other platforms are on their way too!]