A month later.
The day of surgery is approaching.
I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, so I talked to the psychologist for a longer time.
Dr. Yi said that no outsiders could be present during the treatment, so Zhou Binchen had no choice but to leave the room.
Now I can sit steadily in a wheelchair and control it to go wherever I want.
Facing this gentle, handsome and calm psychologist, I felt very relaxed and inexplicably had a strong desire to share.
Because when he was listening to me, his eyes were soft and focused on me. He was a very quiet listener, looking at you so attentively the whole time, as if you were the story itself.
While eating potato chips, I raised the corners of my lips and chatted with him about some embarrassing things Zhou Binchen did every day.
Once, I fell asleep in the back garden while controlling my wheelchair. Zhou Bingchen turned the whole house upside down and even rolled down the stairs when he was looking for me, with his face swollen.
I paused eating potato chips and looked at him with red eyes. "So, I didn't dare to stay too far away from him, for fear that he would get hurt because he couldn't find me."
Yao Yifeng's grip on the pen gradually tightened, and his eyes fell on my face, as gentle as ever.
"Then don't you feel depressed? Mr. Zhou might have a controlling personality. Once his lover doesn't do what he wants, he might..."
As he spoke, he leaned closer to me and looked deep into my eyes, "He might lose control!"
I raised an eyebrow, looking at his face full of disbelief, "How is that possible? Do you mean he will lose control and imprison me and beat me? Doctor Yi, you don't know how my husband feels about me..."
Before I could finish my words, my cell phone suddenly rang. It was a message from the secretary that the company had just hired to run errands and deliver documents to Zhou Binchen.
She was a very bright-looking woman, and her eyes and eyebrows were somewhat similar to mine.
Because Zhou Bingchen works from home for a long time, she has to go back and forth to the company several times a day to deliver documents.
Before I knew it, she greeted me and we added each other on WeChat.
Now, she was in Zhou Bingchen's study on the first floor, drinking coffee and waiting beside him to watch him work.
What she sent me was a photo of Zhou Bingchen concentrating on signing a document.
There was a note below, "Ms. Qiao, Mr. Zhou makes delicious coffee. Would you like me to ask him to make a cup and bring it up?"
I had a blank expression on my face and clenched my fingers around the phone.
Ever since this secretary came to my house to deliver documents, she has been sending me this kind of information every few days.
The blatant provocation in the message is simply too obvious.
In this villa.
Even though I am Zhou Bingchen's sister-in-law, the housekeepers and servants, and even his special assistant who followed him later, all know our relationship and would naturally call me Mrs. Zhou.
Only this secretary would call me Miss Qiao, and even arrogantly challenge me by sending me messages that acted like the hostess.
I calmly turned off my phone and ignored it as usual.
The man next to me seemed to have caught a glimpse of the content on my phone. He looked at me with pity and said in a tone full of blame, "Mr. Zhou, this is too much. How could he allow someone to take a photo of him and send you a message saying such things?"
I listened to him, my eyes fixed on his face, as if I was looking at another person through him.
Yao Yifeng felt a tightness in his heart, and subconsciously touched his face, reminding me, "Mrs. Zhou, what's wrong with you?"
I came back to my senses, a hint of sadness appeared on my face, and my eyes were instantly filled with tears.
"He loves me very much. Maybe he's just too tired to take care of me recently. It's okay for him to stay with another woman for a while."
Yao Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He met my gaze, reached out and quietly grasped my hand on my knee, and said in a hoarse and low voice, "Mrs. Zhou, do you want to try hypnosis? It may help eliminate the underlying fear in your heart. What do you think?"
I lowered my eyes and looked at his hand tightly covering the back of mine. The corners of my lips slowly curled up and I nodded in agreement.
I don't know when thunder sounded outside the house, and a spring rain fell, nourishing all things. The raindrops hit the glass, making crackling sounds.
I looked at the pocket watch shaking in front of me, and gradually fell into hypnosis under the man's low, mellow and magnetic voice.
Yao Yifeng looked at the woman in the wheelchair who was slowly falling into a dream, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
He put his hand on my cheek and stroked it gently, but cruelly asked me to open the doors one by one to see the scene that I feared the most.
"What do you see in the room? Is there a man and a woman? What are they doing?"
There were flashes of white light in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see who the two figures rolling on the bed were.
But I still subconsciously retorted, "That's him and me, get out and don't peek!"
Yao Yifeng held my hand tightly, leaning closer, his gaze obsessively scanning my tightly closed eyes. Finally, his red lips touched my earlobe, and his deep voice shattered my stubborn objection, "Come closer and take a look. The man is Zhou Bingchen, and the woman, come closer and take a closer look!"
In my dream, I walked forward nervously, and finally froze in place when I saw the face of the woman on the bed clearly.
There are criticisms like loud bells in my ears.
"He betrayed you, betrayed you!"
For a moment, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.
It turns out that what I have always feared most is betrayal by my lover.
In my dream, I hugged myself and broke down crying in the corner. In reality, I held Yao Yifeng's hands tightly with both hands, sobbing and shaking my head.
Yao Yifeng looked at me with tears streaming down my face and his eyes also turned red.
He unbuckled the safety buckle on the wheelchair, carefully carried me to the bed, leaned over and held my face, gently wiping away the tears on my face, "Sister, don't cry, I won't betray you, I will never betray you, please look at me, okay?"
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