Chapter 213: A Deep Study of Human Nature
Xiao Han lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, as if considering how to start the topic so that it would not seem so heavy.
Time passed in silence, until Meng Zhen's hope gradually faded. Xiao Han spoke again, "I like you very much... or rather, I have a good impression of you."
He has always been a straightforward person. He never hides his thoughts or emotions, nor does he feel that these are things that cannot be expressed.
"But," the change of topic made him feel uneasy. He leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily, "I have to go back to Hai City. I don't come back often due to work, and you have lived in Beijing for many years. To be honest, a long-distance relationship may not have a good result, and it will be very tiring. So..."
Before he could finish his words, Meng Zhen interrupted him: "I'm ready to resign."
Xiao Han's body trembled and he looked at her in surprise.
Meng Zhen lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. Now that she had mustered the courage to take this step, she didn't want to back down. "An Ran has advised me several times to do what I like and love who I want to love. I plan to quit my job and study interior design professionally."
The shock in Xiao Han's eyes gradually turned into joy. He immediately raised the corners of his lips and smiled, extending his hand towards her. "Then... do you want to go to Hai City with me? I can't guarantee anything else, but when it comes to interior design, you'll definitely learn a lot in my studio."
Meng Zhen clenched her back teeth and stared at the big hand for a long time, as if as long as she shook it, it would be a major turning point in her stable but boring life.
After pondering for a long time, she slowly placed her hand on him, and at that moment, he suddenly held her hand tightly.
The big hand turned in another direction, Xiao Han interlocked his fingers with hers, and said with a smile: "Once you agree, you are not allowed to regret it."
Meng Zhen lowered her head shyly and whispered, "I won't regret it."
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When she got home that night, Meng Zhen told the matchmaker Meng Anran the news of the confirmed relationship.
Meng Anran didn't react much after hearing this, as if she had expected it. She only asked, "Have you resigned from the hospital? When are you leaving?"
Meng Zhen thought for a moment and said, "It probably won't be that fast. I'll have to wait for more than a month after I submit my resignation letter. Xiao Han has to go back to the studio tomorrow. I'll resign then and then go find him."
"OK."
Meng Anran responded calmly, which made Meng Zhen feel uneasy: "Anran, you don't seem surprised at all?"
Meng Anran smiled, still calm. "I already knew the outcome, so what's there to be surprised about? Congratulations, you have the courage to follow the path you want to take."
"Anran, thank you." Meng Zhen expressed her gratitude from the bottom of her heart. After taking this step, it seemed as if the huge stone that had been pressing on her heart for many years had disappeared.
She felt as if she could finally breathe comfortably after a long time.
"No need to say thank you. When you become an interior designer, don't forget to treat me to a meal." Meng Anran joked.
The two sisters chatted for some time and then hung up the phone.
Qin Mu hugged her from behind, resting his chin on Meng Anran's shoulder, and whispered, "Baby, Xiao Han and your sister don't get along well. There might be problems if they continue to live together for a long time."
"What does it matter?" Meng Anran shrugged nonchalantly, thinking clearly: "If you like each other, then stay together. If you don't like each other, then break up. You won't know until you hit the wall."
Qin Mu's lips curled slightly, and he tightened his arms around the girl's waist, pressing his chest against her back. "Am I the south wall?"
Meng Anran turned her head and smiled, "You are the wall of my heart."
It is a sense of security and also a warning line.
Qin Mu was so happy that he couldn't even suppress the AK on the corner of his mouth. He exerted force on his arms, pulled her into his arms and sat her down. He lowered his head and gently bit the tip of her ear: "An Xiaoran, take a day off tomorrow."
Meng Anran immediately understood what he meant, and her face flushed instantly. She elbowed him in annoyance and said, "Stop messing around. Konai is almost here."
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a black car slowly drove into the courtyard.
Meng Anran narrowed her eyes and recognized it as Kenai's Volvo.
Speak of the devil and he will appear. The psychologist is always as punctual as a precision instrument, at 8 o'clock in the evening, not a minute late.
Meng Anran broke free from Qin Mu's arms and went to open the door.
Kenai stood outside the door, the collar of his light grey linen shirt slightly open, revealing the clear lines of his collarbone.
He was holding a briefcase in his left hand and a brown paper bag in his right hand, from which wafted a faint aroma of butter.
"Homemade scones." He handed over the paper bag, a gentle smile in his eyes behind his glasses. "Low sugar."
Qin Mu walked over and took the paper bag from Meng Anran: "Doctor Ke is so thoughtful. It saved me the trouble of preparing refreshments."
Kenai raised his eyebrows slightly and said three words meaningfully: "You're welcome."
The clinic was set up in the study. Kenai opened his notebook and his pen drew smooth lines on the paper. "How's your sleep these past two days?"
"It's fine." Meng Anran leaned back on the sofa, "I still dream about that incident occasionally."
"Will you be awakened by the shock?"
"Not really. It's not as clear as before."
Kenai's pen paused, and his mind recalled his first meeting with Meng Anran.
In the winter seven years ago, Kenai met Meng Anran for the first time.
At that time, he had just finished his studies and returned to China to open a small clinic of his own.
One snowy evening, the last patient's appointment was cancelled, and the glass door was suddenly pushed open.
The cold wind blew in snowflakes, and the girl standing at the door was wrapped in a white, soft fur cloak.
"Hello." Her smile seemed painted on, even the curve of her lips was just right. "I heard you're a doctoral graduate from Tengqing University. Could you give me a psychological assessment?"
Kone's hand, which was taking off his glasses, paused.
It's perfect—this smile.
The degree of contraction of the orbicularis oculi muscle, the range of movement of the zygomatic major muscle, and even the perfect gentle arc at the corner of the eye, all seem to be measured with a ruler.
He had only seen this kind of smile in textbooks, usually on the faces of survivors of extreme trauma.
"Please sit down." He gestured to his assistant to pour tea and deliberately chose a creaky chair.
Sure enough, when the girl sat down, her fingers tightened on the armrest for a moment.
Kenai noticed that there was a pale scar on her right ring finger, as if a piece of flesh had been scraped off.
"Psychological assessment, do we need to do a sand tray test?" She looked at the sand tray stand in the corner, her eyelashes casting fine shadows under her eyes.
Kenai handed over the lavender tea: "Let's talk first, why did you choose to come to me?"
"Because you're very professional." She took the teacup with both hands, her knuckles turning white. "I've read your paper on PTSD."
The tea remained motionless.
Conai's eyes narrowed slightly behind his lenses. Normal people would shake a little when holding hot tea, unless they had special training, or...
"You're very knowledgeable about human nature." The girl suddenly looked up, her pupils a mocha brown under the light. "For example, right now, you're analyzing my micro-expressions."
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