Watching Fu Xunzhi enter the school, Song Xingyao remained standing still, her gaze fixed on the entrance where he had disappeared.
The man standing to the side finally became annoyed, feeling completely ignored.
I pulled her into the car, feeling a little sour.
"Song Xingyao, your eyes are practically glued to him!"
When she came to her senses and looked back at the man in the driver's seat, his face had darkened, but she felt a sense of relief.
"Mr. Fu is such a grown man, why is he still jealous of children?"
While he was driving, she deliberately ruffled Fu Siming's hair, just like she had touched Fu Xunzhi's head when they parted.
Fu Siming felt better after being appeased, and suddenly remembered something, "Yaoyao, Qiao Yiyang said she wants you to give Anna psychological counseling."
Upon hearing two familiar names, Song Xingyao paused for a moment.
Although she hasn't fully remembered An Ye's matter, those investigation reports, which are even more detailed than those in her mind before she lost her memory, are already imprinted in her mind.
The person next to him did not respond for a long time.
Fu Siming: "If you don't want to accept it, I will turn it down."
"I'll take it!"
Two voices rang out at the same time, and the car suddenly fell silent.
Song Xingyao smiled and looked at him, "I thought you wouldn't let me answer it."
A soft laugh struck Fu Siming's heart, and the words that came out seemed to be trying to prove something: "I believe you."
Song Xingyao nodded. The car came to a stop, and while Fu Siming wasn't paying attention, a soft touch suddenly appeared and then quickly disappeared.
"I'm leaving. Consider this a reward for trusting me."
After completing the set of movements, Song Xingyao's face involuntarily flushed red. Her belated shyness made her unable to even turn around and look at the man standing there helplessly.
My fingertips gently traced the spot where the warmth of my lips had lingered.
My eyes followed her as she entered the gate and disappeared from sight.
My good mood for the day was broken when I received afternoon tea in every department, delivered in the name of the president's wife. That's when I realized what was going on.
I was organizing the previous project report in my office when I heard a knock on the door.
Looking up, he discovered that the dean, Qiao Yiyang, and Anna had all appeared at the same time.
Song Xingyao stood up, but heard the dean speak first, "President Qiao, Miss An, this is Dr. Song, a very famous therapist both at home and abroad."
The hospital director only received a message that someone had booked Song Xingyao's consultation room, and only after arriving did he realize that it was actually President Qiao of the Qiao family.
The dean was unaware that the three knew each other and went on to introduce them.
Qiao Yiyang politely interrupted, "Dean, my friend is here for a consultation today. Let's talk about it later."
The dean wisely shut up and left the office.
Anna didn't want to undergo any psychological counseling or treatment. She felt that she was perfectly fine and that as long as she was busy, she would become curious about everything.
Upon hearing that the other party was Song Xingyao, Anna hesitated for a moment, but still agreed to Qiao Yiyang's request.
Song Xingyao was also involved in the mental health projects that An Ye participated in before his death, and I had also met Song Xingyao, so I wasn't so resistant to it.
When Song Xingyao looked up and saw Qiao Yiyang still standing beside her, she heard him say, "You guys talk first."
As she reached the door, Song Xingyao met his gaze and nodded.
Hearing the click of the door lock, Song Xingyao looked at Anna, who had been keeping her head down and hadn't said a word the whole time, and said, "He seems very nervous about you."
Anna finally looked up, seemingly taking a breath, but did not respond to her words.
"It is very regrettable that An Ye has passed away. Please accept my condolences."
Her gaze finally softened, and her previously lifeless eyes became slightly moist.
Before she could even touch it, a tissue was offered to her by slender fingers.
Song Xingyao patted her lightly.
The redness couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes. "Perhaps you should take a good rest; you're too tired."
Anna finally couldn't hold back her tears and burst into sobs. The emotions she had been holding back for days came out like a flood.
Song Xingyao didn't rush to speak, but gently patted her shoulder and occasionally handed her a tissue.
Once she had calmed down, she finally couldn't help but open up and tell the stories that had been hidden in her heart.
Song Xingyao was surprised that Anna would cooperate so readily. She had thought that Anna's initial resistance meant she would inevitably have to undergo hypnosis today.
Anna had never said these words to anyone.
As the eldest child in the family, she had to take care of her mother and younger sister, which always put a lot of pressure on her.
This is not the most tragic case that Song Xingyao has ever encountered.
When all those stories of sorrow and setbacks are placed on one person, even if a god-like figure appears to save them, they probably won't gain their trust.
Anna is such a person. Her father was an alcoholic and abused her mother. Her mother struggled to get a divorce and won custody of her two children.
Although life was tough, things were progressing in a positive direction. But fate had other plans; Anna's mother was in a car accident, and her younger sister lost her life.
Alone and helpless, Anna bore the brunt of all the remaining pressure.
Song Xingyao realized that Anna's knowledge of the background of those events was incomplete, which suggested that Qiao Yiyang had done a good job protecting her.
Otherwise, if this taut string is pulled a couple more times, it will break very soon, and even someone as strong as her might not be able to withstand it.
Two hours after the consultation ended, Song Xingyao took her to the lounge and placed ice packs on her eyes. "You don't want him to see this, right? It's okay, this is the lounge, you can rest here for a while."
Anna really didn't want Qiao Yiyang to see her like this, so she stopped her from getting up.
There was a calming fragrance in the room, which soon made her feel a little drowsy.
Looking at Qiao Yiyang sitting opposite her, Song Xingyao was surprised and curious. "I didn't expect you to be here all this time. I was planning to schedule another time to talk to you about her situation."
Qiao Yiyang naturally reached out and took the splint from her hand, only to find that she hadn't let go yet, so their hands remained frozen in mid-air.
"Qiao Yiyang, what is your status here? You know this is a hospital, not some other place. Out of respect for patients' privacy and protection..."
Song Xingyao didn't continue speaking. This question, which originally sounded somewhat nonsensical, made Qiao Yiyang silent for a long time. "I am his guardian."
With a smile, she released her grip and leaned back slightly. She couldn't help but scrutinize the man in front of her, because without her memories, she could now evaluate him more objectively.
The habit of skimming through text at work was not applied to reading Anna's report.
I quietly browsed through the entire report, stopping at the blank space in the treatment plan section.
Looking up, he realized that Song Xingyao was watching him with a light smile.
What should I do?
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