Yi An smiled slightly, then quickly returned to normal, pulled herself back, and gestured to Su Yan to continue making the call.

Su Yan breathed a sigh of relief before replying, "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"I've had people keeping an eye on Qiao Chen's situation lately. As you instructed, we've already sent a message to his company, and I estimate that he'll be fired within the next couple of days. However, there's some activity from his mother; apparently, she's been arranging blind dates for him at the matchmaking corner in the square."

Su Yan nodded knowingly and replied indifferently, "Send someone to the matchmaking corner, posing as a woman's family member, and subtly exaggerate his situation. Wherever his mother goes, she should follow, understand?"

"Understood, Mr. Su."

Su Yan hung up the phone, then turned to look at Yi An again: "Where are we going?"

"You'll know when you get there," Yi An replied casually, clearly not wanting her to know beforehand. "Is the company that busy? They can't do without you for even a moment."

"It's not a company matter, it's Qiao Chen's matter."

Yi An was taken aback by her frankness and immediately asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not for now. Dealing with him won't take much effort," Su Yan replied casually.

Yi An nodded knowingly, and the two of them fell silent. The only sound in the car was their soft breathing.

Nevertheless, Yi An was inexplicably happy. He didn't ask for much; he just wanted to feel her presence by his side. As for the rest, he would deal with it slowly.

When she arrived at the location, Su Yan realized that her destination was actually a psychological counseling room.

She was clearly resisting, and her steps slowed down. At that moment, she was filled with regret for agreeing to Yi An's request without thinking it through.

Yi An noticed her unusual behavior, deliberately stopped to wait for her, and without giving her a chance to back out, grabbed her hand and strode inside.

Now that things have come to this, it's too late for Su Yan to back out; she can only grit her teeth and go on.

Yi An personally handed Su Yan over to the psychologist.

The psychologist had already received Zhao Bo's call and was mentally prepared for Yi An's arrival. She smiled as she looked Su Yan up and down, then gestured towards the sofa.

"Please sit down."

Seeing that Su Yan's back was taut and her grip on Yi An's hand was tight, she immediately understood that this was a sign of extreme nervousness.

"It's okay, we're just chatting. You can say whatever you want, I won't force you to do anything."

After the therapist gently comforted her, she took the initiative to ask, "Are you two a couple? You look like a married couple!"

Yi An was somewhat flattered, "Not yet, but thank you for your kind words."

The psychologist smiled, turned to Su Yan, and tossed the question to her: "Would you like some coffee? Want some sugar?"

Su Yan relaxed slightly. "Add milk, but no sugar."

The psychologist clapped her hands excitedly, "Me too! I especially love bitter coffee with a milky flavor. Do you like Americano?"

Seeing that the two of them were chatting smoothly about coffee, Yi An gradually felt relieved.

He noticed the psychologist's deliberate wink and then quietly got up and left when he had the chance.

By the time Su Yan realized he was gone, they had been chatting for who knows how long.

Su Yan was slightly surprised. She looked at the gentle-smiling psychologist in front of her again and again. There were probably only two people who could make her lower her guard so quickly.

The therapist noticed a slight change in her expression and stopped trying to distract her with small talk. Instead, he got straight to the point: "If you don't like this way of talking, how about we try something else?"

Su Yan was still a little conflicted, but considering that she had already come this far, she might as well give it a try.

Following the psychologist's advice, she lay down on the massage chair next to her.

The psychologist turned on the massage chair and adjusted the buttons to make her feel most comfortable.

Su Yan gradually relaxed. The company's affairs and Duan Sisi's matter had been overwhelming her these past few days, and her body had finally gotten some rest and relief.

The psychologist watched as her brows relaxed completely, and her guard was lowered. Only then did he speak slowly and deliberately.

"Gradually empty your mind, slow down your breathing, and imagine slowly as I speak."

"Under a clear blue sky, there is an endless green wheat field. You walk along a narrow path beside the wheat field, and the fresh air carrying the scent of grass greets you. At this moment, a person appears at the end of the path."

The psychologist softened his tone considerably, giving Su Yan time to imagine.

The moment Su Yan's expression changed, the psychologist asked gently, "Tell me, who is she (he)?"

Su Yan's facial expression showed some struggle. She parted her lips slightly and uttered two words with difficulty: "Dad."

"He's holding something in his hand. Look closely, what is it?"

With her eyelids tightly closed, Su Yan's pupils rolled downwards, as if she were trying hard to make out what the person opposite her was holding.

"stick."

The psychologist paused slightly, then said, "He slowly walked up to you with a stick in his hand and said something to you. What was it?"

After saying this, as time went by, Su Yan's expression clearly became more pained.

She tried to get her body off the massage chair, but unfortunately, the chair was in an inflatable massage state, and she couldn't get off. Her expression clearly became more uncomfortable.

The psychiatrist looked at her curled-up, writhing body with some surprise and asked urgently, "Tell me, what did he say to you?"

Su Yan's lips moved, as if she wanted to speak, but her words were clearly tinged with melancholy. While struggling with whether or not to speak, she suddenly let out a mournful cry for no apparent reason.

"No! Daddy, I was wrong! Please don't hit me, I'll never do it again!"

Hearing this, Yi'an, who had been anxiously pacing outside the door, rushed in without thinking.

He was about to shout when the psychologist raised his hand to stop him. The psychologist stared intently at Su Yan's face, leaned down, and whispered in Su Yan's ear, "Why did he hit you? What did you do wrong?"

Su Yan seemed not to hear her question, but just cried softly, repeatedly muttering, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I don't want his candy anymore, and I don't want my mom anymore."

"Mother?"

The psychologist astutely picked up on the key words and pressed further, asking, "Did he hit you because you wanted your mother?"