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

Xiao Liu and Director Wen seemed to be on the same wavelength. When they saw the three words, their excitement surged!

Stupid humans!

It represented Little White God’s contempt and disdain for them!

For a certain type of person, it could also be interpreted as a provocation!

This would absolutely be a trending topic!

They originally thought that with the show taking a day off, the online buzz—oh, no, the trending searches—would fall off and the popularity would decline!

But now, they didn’t have that worry at all.

Taking a day off could even make everyone more excited for the show, building a sense of mystery.

Isn’t this just a classic marketing ploy?

"Little White God, could you write another sentence?"

Xiao Liu asked quietly, then looked toward the director.

The director didn’t object, clearly having the same idea.

Little White just shot them another disdainful look before starting to write: Please, call me Great Immortal!

"Hahaha, Little White God is so cute! He even knows the term ’Great Immortal’."

’Perish, you stupid humans!’

Little White felt that these two humans in front of him were just too stupid.

’What ’God’?!’

’He’d already told them he was the Fox Immortal!’

’Forget it, forget it. I won’t stoop to the level of stupid humans. Not all of them can be as smart as my master.’

Little White stared at Director Wen, and Director Wen’s laughter died in his throat.

"Ahem, that’s not what I meant. Little White God, please don’t be angry."

But from Little White God’s eyes, Director Wen seemed to discern a sentence: ’Are we done here? This Great Immortal is leaving, understand?’

"Little White God, can we take a picture together? Don’t worry, as soon as we’re done, I’ll take you to find Doctor Wen."

Although Little White looked utterly disdainful, he didn’t refuse.

Director Wen stood with Little White and had Xiao Liu take a picture of them.

Even though Xiao Liu also wanted a picture, he knew it was best to keep a low profile right now.

After the photo was taken, Director Wen opened his mouth. "Well then, I—"

WHOOSH—

A blur streaked past!

Little White God had already vanished.

"Director, the god’s speed... it’s just too fast."

"Yes, and so efficient, too. He writes when asked to write, poses for a photo when asked, and disappears the moment he’s done. What incredible efficiency!"

Xiao Liu’s mouth twitched. ’You’re the director, so you must be right.’

Wen Ying sat on a mat hand-woven by Xu Jiali and the other two. The mat wasn’t very big, and the craftsmanship was a bit crude.

But it was the thought that counted.

Wen Ying wasn’t too demanding about her surroundings; as long as she could survive, it was fine.

Zhao Qi and Xu Jiali seemed to have an endless stream of things to talk about. "Sister Yingying, Zhao Qi was just saying that if our world were a novel, then you, Sister Yingying, would be the female lead. We just don’t know what kind of male lead would be worthy of you."

"Yeah, Doctor Wen, look at us. Don’t we seem like supporting characters with a lot of screen time? I wonder if people like me and Xu Jiali would be considered the second male lead and second female lead? Or maybe someone like Song Jiayan?"

Listening to their wild, imaginative topic, Wen Ying couldn’t help but laugh.

After all, she was a young person too and operated on a similar imaginative wavelength.

"If this were a novel, what kind of male lead do you think it would have? A noble and deadly Dark Night Emperor? A clingy, impossibly handsome ’little puppy’? Or maybe a domineering CEO who controls the economic lifeline? Or what about a transmigrator who tramples all the book’s native characters underfoot?"

"Sister Yingying, didn’t you say you don’t really read novels?" Xu Jiali looked at Wen Ying in shock. ’That summary was just too perfect!’

These have basically been the trending male lead archetypes in web novels for years.

Of course, now there’s also the ’no-CP, female lead shines alone’ category.

She felt that if Sister Wen Ying were a female lead, she would be that kind of powerful, ’no-CP, shines alone’ type.

After all, with a Sister Wen Ying like this, what man could possibly be worthy of her!

"I don’t read them, but I’ve picked things up here and there. The Fireflies seem to discuss this topic a lot, too. You guys like this stuff as well?"

It seemed that talking about what kind of men they liked was a little embarrassing.

For the first time, Xu Jiali seemed a bit bashful. "When I read novels, I also fantasize about having a man like that for myself. But the next morning, reality always hits me with a hard slap in the face. So, I just treat those fantasies as dreams that are over when I wake up."

Zhao Qi also nodded. "Jiali’s right. Although I read male-oriented novels, because of Doctor Wen, I’ve also thought about it: if I existed in a female-oriented novel, what kind of character would I be? What would my background be, my family, the person I like? Tell me, do you think I could be a rich heir?"

Xu Jiali burst out laughing. "Zhao Qi, you still haven’t woken up from your rich heir dream? Need me to snap you out of it?"

"I just want you to have a rich heir for a friend! Think of the bragging rights you’d have, right?"

As Zhao Qi was making this joke, he inadvertently glanced at Wen Ying.

Suddenly, a strange thought struck him. ’That look in Doctor Wen’s eyes... it’s like she’s seen right through me.’

’No way, right?’

’It can’t be.’

’Could Doctor Wen have figured out my background just by looking at me a few times?’

’Would she hate a hypocrite like me?’

’But Zhao Qi remembered that Sister Wen Ying charges a fee for this kind of thing. She hasn’t charged me, which means she can’t just use her ability randomly. So she probably doesn’t know, right?’

Zhao Qi’s heart was pounding with anxiety, and he lost all interest in continuing the "rich heir" topic.

"No matter what kind of novel this is, you are all the main characters. Don’t feel like someone else’s halo is overshadowing you. In each person’s world, the protagonist is different. How do you know there isn’t a book about an indie singer’s triumphant comeback? How do you know there isn’t a book about a newcomer who joins a reality show for the first time and becomes an overnight sensation because of her straightforward personality? And how do you know there isn’t a book about a rich heir, hiding his identity, who joins a show and accidentally blows up?"

"Sister Yingying, are you talking about me and Song Jiayan? Do you think we have a bright future too? Does that mean Song Jiayan and I will actually make it big? That I can keep going down this path? But who’s the rich heir? Xie Fu Yao? No, he seems to be finished. And it doesn’t fit Meng Xiaoyi, Zhang Jingxing, or Jiang Beibei either."

"Sister Wen Ying was probably just giving random examples," Zhao Qi said.

Wen Ying looked at Zhao Qi, her eyes glinting with an unreadable smile. "Yes, I was just making an analogy."

Zhao Qi felt even more guilty.

He was now almost certain that Sister Wen Ying knew his real identity.

’What do I do, what do I do?’

’I’m not a liar! I have my reasons!’

"Sister Wen Ying, do I need to pay you?" Zhao Qi asked tentatively. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Do you have any money right now?"

"Of course. I have a lot of pocket money on my phone," Zhao Qi said, waving his phone.

"Then it’s indeed time you paid me for the meal you owe me."

Zhao Qi was mortified. "I almost forgot! I’ll transfer it right now!"

After adding Wen Ying’s contact information, Zhao Qi directly transferred 100,000 to Doctor Wen via WeChat.

Before Wen Ying could say anything about such a large sum of money, she saw the pleading look in Zhao Qi’s eyes.