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

Director Wen reached out, placed a hand on Xiao Liu’s shoulder, and patted it gently.

He looked at Xiao Liu earnestly. "You saw wrong, understand?"

Xiao Liu was dumbfounded.

He wasn’t nearsighted. He could proudly tell everyone that he had 20/20 vision in both eyes!

There was absolutely no way he saw wrong!

He had seen it clearly. That fox was like a creature that had gained sentience, writing words on the ground.

’If you don’t believe me, just look down. The words the little white fox wrote are still on the ground.’

Xiao Liu stared blankly at Director Wen, then his gaze shifted to the ground, to the spot where the words lay silently.

When Director Wen saw Xiao Liu’s movement, he of course understood what he meant.

The words on the ground were the proof, weren’t they?

But Xiao Liu wasn’t stupid enough to point out this powerful evidence right in front of the director. He just flicked his eyes toward it.

’The director should get what I mean, right?’

"I taught Little White how to write those words. What do you think? Aren’t they written beautifully? I have to say, Little White is really intelligent and talented, hahaha!"

Xiao Liu looked at the director’s act, feeling a bit speechless. ’Is he an idiot or is he blind?’

’The director taught it? Does he really think he’s Doctor Wen?’

’Director Wen, you’re just a rich, not-so-ordinary director. You need to recognize your own place.’

"Director, I understand," Xiao Liu nodded.

Director Wen gave him a "this child is teachable" look, feeling quite satisfied.

Xiao Liu hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I just think that if Little White God can really write, and we broadcast it on our show, it will absolutely blow up! Our ratings are already phenomenal, but I think this could take us to a whole new level. In the entire history of variety shows, has any program ever achieved something like this? It would be legendary!"

Xiao Liu was getting excited, saying all this in one breath.

Director Wen listened and thought it made sense!

’Achieving legendary status... Who in this industry doesn’t want to become a legend?’

Especially him, a new director in the business. Even though his show was a hit, other directors probably still looked down on him, thinking he just got lucky—like some nouveau riche upstart.

He had to constantly build up his own hype and credentials to shatter those conventional perceptions.

Once a person reaches a high enough position, there will be plenty of people to agree with and flatter them.

He wouldn’t even have to lift a finger; others would lead the charge for him!

"Director, we’ve all seen those street acrobats before, but their methods for training monkeys are one thing... none of them have ever made one write! Little White God is absolutely one-of-a-kind, a true trailblazer! This would make our show a progenitor in the variety world! It could be recorded as a milestone."

Director Wen nodded gravely. "Xiao Liu, you’re absolutely right! But I need to discuss this with Doctor Wen. The fact that Little White can write must not be known by any third party, understand?"

"Don’t worry, Director. I get it."

’How could Doctor Wen not know that Little White can write?’

’So what the director said was flawed. There’s no way I can comply with that. I can only promise not to tell anyone else before the show airs.’

"Xiao Liu, you’ve performed very well these past two days! I have high hopes for you. Don’t worry, there will be a reward."

Xiao Liu finally got excited when he heard this. ’A worker’s gotta work. But what was a humble wage slave like him working for?’

’Dreams?’

’Ideals?’

’It’s for the money, of course!’

’And you have to show off the money you earn with your own skills!’

"Thank you, Director Wen!"

"You’re a veteran of our production team. Stick with me from now on, and you won’t lose out." Director Wen casually made a few more empty promises, then sent Xiao Liu off to keep an eye on online trends.

Director Wen took out his phone and made a call to Doctor Wen.

Once the call connected, Director Wen asked if they could have Little White write on camera.

Wen Ying glanced at Little White beside her and already understood what was going on.

"Director Wen, of course you can, but be mindful of the limits."

"Don’t worry, Doctor Wen. I know creatures aren’t supposed to gain sentience after the founding of the nation, so the angle this time will be that Doctor Wen is an excellent educator! When it comes to animal training, you are absolutely top-tier!"

"’Creatures aren’t supposed to gain sentience after the founding of the nation?’"

"A slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue! My apologies, Doctor Wen. I accidentally spoke my mind. That’s not what I meant. I’m not saying Little White God has gained sentience. I know Little White God is a fox, but I was just imagining that some netizens would definitely joke about it that way after we release the footage, so it slipped out."

"Fine. If you’re in a hurry, you can have Little White cooperate with you sooner. Otherwise, Little White is leaving with me tomorrow and won’t have time to help you."

"Really, Doctor Wen? That’s fantastic! I’ll go and invite Little White God over right now."

Director Wen excitedly hung up the phone.

’Little White God is so incredible, how should I invite it over?’

’Should I bring the God’s favorite food?’

’But I remember from earlier, the God didn’t seem to like meat?’

’Then what does Little White God like to eat?’

Director Wen, lost in his own imagination, was actually quite cute. He racked his brains but still had no idea what to bring.

Just as he was picking up his phone with an awkward expression, intending to ask Doctor Wen, a dark shadow lunged at him.

Director Wen almost fell flat on his butt.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Little White.

"Little White God, what brings you here?" As the words left his mouth, Director Wen couldn’t help but laugh.

’How could I be so stupid as to ask it a direct question?’

’How is Little White God supposed to answer me?’

’It’s not like it can actually talk, right?’

Little White stared at him intently, as if looking at an idiot.

"Oh, oh, I get it! It was Doctor Wen, right? I was just wondering how to invite you over, Little White God. I didn’t expect you to come on your own."

Director Wen had an awkward expression.

On the ground, Little White quickly wrote a few words: "By the time you got around to inviting me, it would’ve been too late."

Director Wen felt even more awkward reading it, but he couldn’t help but admire Little White God’s vocabulary. It was astonishing!

"So, Master, shall I begin?"

Little White nodded.

’It’s just writing a few words. Piece of cake.’

Director Wen had someone call Xiao Liu back.

When Xiao Liu saw Little White God standing off to one side, he felt a little uneasy.

’No way...’ 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

’Did something happen?’

’Are they going to settle the score with me now?’

Xiao Liu carefully recalled his behavior in front of the director earlier. ’It wouldn’t go as far as silencing me, would it?’

’I didn’t tell a third person, or even a fourth!’

’If word got out that Doctor Wen’s fox had gained sentience, it would have absolutely nothing to do with me!’

’Director, I’ve been wronged!’

"Xiao Liu, get the equipment ready. We’re going to shoot some behind-the-scenes footage with the Master first. Tomorrow, during the break, we’ll post it on our official Weibo. The hype will definitely be maintained, and it might even skyrocket!"

Xiao Liu breathed a sigh of relief. ’Oh, so that’s what this is about. I’m not about to be silenced!’

’Wait, this is actually happening?!’

’Then that makes me a hero!’

"No problem, Director! My camera skills aren’t half bad, actually!" Xiao Liu picked up the nearby equipment gleefully.

"So, you’ll call ’action’?"

The camera started rolling. Director Wen looked at Little White, his face full of anticipation and excitement.

Little White shot them a disdainful glance, then used its paw to write on the ground: Stupid humans!