Chapter 105 I'm Not Waiting for Him
Xie Ling, however, just stared at the hourglass in the psychological counseling room.
The fine white sand flows silently, as if singing a lullaby.
"Miss Xie, are you interested in this?"
The psychiatrist keenly noticed her gaze. He took down the hourglass and held it in front of her. "Do you need me to perform a systematic hypnosis on you?"
Half an hour later.
Xie Ling lay flat on the sofa in the hypnosis room.
There is a cervical pillow with a perfect curvature behind the neck, the indoor lighting is adjusted to a soft warm tone, and faint white noise comes from the corner, like waves in the distance.
"Now, please follow my voice..." The counselor's tone became slow and drawn out, "Imagine you are walking along a long corridor by the sea..."
Xie Ling's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, casting subtle shadows under her eyes.
Her fingertips unconsciously tightened the cashmere blanket covering her legs, and her knuckles turned slightly white from the force.
"Tell me, what did you see?" The doctor's voice came from far away.
"Snow..." Her lips parted slightly, and she exhaled mist, as if she were really in a world of ice and snow. "What a heavy snow..."
The consultant adjusted the volume of the aromatherapy machine, letting the mist with the scent of bergamot slowly cover the sofa beneath her. "Where is the snow falling?"
"In the...yard of the old house."
Xie Ling's throat churned, "The icicles under the eaves... are... this long."
She measured length with her hands.
A light pink scar appeared on the inside of the wrist.
The counselor naturally noticed.
"Okay," she lowered the volume of the white noise by a few degrees, "Now please follow my movements and slowly look upwards..."
"Now, you stand in the yard," she directed Xie Ling's attention, "Can you see what's happening in the house?"
The brain waves on the monitor suddenly fluctuated slightly.
Xie Ling's breathing became rapid. "It's the mourning hall... lots of... white wreaths... people coming and going..."
Her voice began to tremble.
The doctor gently held down her struggling wrist and asked, "Whose funeral is this?"
"dad……"
Xie Ling suddenly struggled violently.
Tears rolled down her tightly closed eyes. "Mom was in the coffin too. They lied to me and said she was just asleep... No..."
The counselor immediately dimmed the lights.
She paused the recorder, giving Xie Ling enough time to calm down. Drops of water trickled down Xie Ling's chin, leaving a slight stain on his white T-shirt.
Ten minutes later, when the monitor showed that Xie Ling's pulse had returned to normal, the doctor continued to ask softly, "Now, please imagine that someone appears and takes you away from here. He says that as long as you follow him, you will never panic again..."
"Who took you away from there?"
Xie Ling's breathing became long and dense. "Mother Chen... wrap my ears with a mink scarf..." Her fingers loosened the blanket and made a gesture of being led. "And... brother... ride a big horse..."
"Okay, now that you've come out of the yard and returned to the most familiar place...what do you see?"
"Apartment...sunshine, I'm carrying my schoolbag..."
"OK."
The sounds of Tibetan singing bowls crescendoed three times, and Xie Ling took a deep breath, like a drowning person. When she opened her eyes, she saw the doctor at the desk next to her, writing something down with a pen.
After the record was completed, the other party handed her the paper and said, "Ms. Xie, you should now know what you are thinking."
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Xie Ling left the psychological counseling room, clutching his phone tightly. After a long pause, he made a call.
"Assistant Xu, I'd like to buy back Mother Chen's old apartment from Zhao Er. Also, please help me find out where Chen Fuji was transferred to. He's not currently in Beijing."
Assistant Xu was very surprised when he heard her words. Mr. Chen...is he in the hospital?
As an assistant and professional manager, Chen Fu Ji manages most of his business and hires professional managers in different categories to be responsible for different projects.
So during the time that Mr. Chen was away, everything was running normally.
When Assistant Xu suddenly heard the name Chen Fu Ji and connected it with the hospital, the first question that popped into his mind was what happened to his boss?
But the person he was facing was Xie Ling, so he forcibly suppressed his curiosity and said, "Okay, Miss Xie, do you have anything else to tell me?"
"One more thing," Xie Ling stopped Assistant Xu before he hung up. "What brand of food did you feed the rabbits?" The image of the two little ones suffering from anorexia popped into her mind, giving her a headache. "It seems they can't adapt to the new taste."
"I'll send this to your phone later. I also have some rabbit food here, which I can also send to you."
"good."
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At night.
Beijing entered the rainy season. Bai Yirou was at home taking care of the baby and couldn't go out, so Xie Ling sat alone in the bar.
This was a place she seldom came to. Jiang Yao had only brought her here twice before she went abroad.
"Ma'am, the martini you requested."
Xie Ling fixed his gaze on the transparent liquid, staring at the olive that sank to the bottom of the glass. He picked up the glass and took a sip.
"Miss Xie, are you waiting for Master Cheng?"
A strange male voice came from the side.
Xie Ling looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a suit standing uninvited in front of the empty seat next to her.
He was wearing a tie of the same color, with a glittering Rolex visible from his cuffs, and he also asked the bartender for a drink.
Xie Ling looked towards the man, and after confirming that she didn't know him, she calmly moved her handbag in front of her and quietly pressed the pepper spray inside the bag with her fingertips.
She didn't like chatting up strangers, especially when she was alone. It wasn't very safe when the person doing the chatting up was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties with a fat stomach.
The voice was distant, "Do we know each other?"
"Huang Shishen, he works in the city's real estate industry, making building materials." The man drank the wine on the table without being offended by her attitude. A smile spread across his face. "If it's not Mr. Cheng, then it's Mr. Chen."
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Cheng Chen's slight hesitation succeeded in stopping Xie Ling, who was about to leave. She turned around and looked directly at him, "Who are you talking about?"
Huang Shishen smiled faintly, feeling a sense of relief at the youngsters' love and hate, as if he were watching a younger generation. "Chen Fuji, Mr. Chen," he patiently explained, "I have some business dealings with him. Mr. Chen is a promising young man. Oh, by the way, I've seen your photo at his place."
Chen Fu Ji and Xie Ling were inseparable when they were in middle school.
There were many group photos of them, so it wasn't surprising that he had seen them before...
But at this moment, hearing the other party mention this, Xie Ling felt her heart skip a beat for the first time. She clutched the bag strap tightly and said in a dull voice, "I'm not waiting for him."
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