Su Zejiang's face hurt even more; it felt like it was about to be smashed to pieces.
He quickly stepped back, keeping his distance from Huo Qingyu.
Huo Qingyu's eyes were blurry with tears, as if she were very hurt.
She lowered her head, looking very sad.
"Zejiang, I didn't mean to. I don't know why, but when I smelled another woman on you, I couldn't help but want to hit you."
Su Zejiang seemed to have thought of something and asked anxiously.
"Why did you say you were going to see a doctor today?"
Huo Qingyu wiped away her tears, her expression somber.
"I've been having auditory hallucinations lately, and I can't control my anger. I always feel like hitting people, so I went to see a psychiatrist."
After she finished speaking, she took out a mental illness diagnosis certificate from her bag, which stated "mania".
"The doctor said I have bipolar disorder and can't be stimulated!"
Su Manman's mouth was wide open enough to swallow an egg when she suddenly remembered her mental illness diagnosis.
[...]
Su Zejiang took the diagnosis report, his face full of horror. While looking at the report, he would occasionally look up at Huo Qingyu.
"Qingyu, don't overthink it, I won't blame you!"
He was about to step forward and hug Huo Qingyu to comfort her when he suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something.
"I smell differently, so I won't hug you. You need to know that I love you!"
"Focus on your treatment and don't overthink things. I'm going to take a shower first!"
"etc!"
Huo Qingyu spoke coldly, her expression returning to its gentle tone.
"Manman just got back, and you haven't given her a gift yet."
Su Zejiang frantically pulled a bank card from his bag. This card was the pocket money he had given Su Yixin, and he could only use it for emergencies.
"Manman, Dad didn't know you were coming back and didn't prepare a gift. Here, take this card. It has 20 million in pocket money in it. Consider it a gift from Dad!"
Su Manman took the bank card, smiling broadly.
"Thank you, Dad. I like this gift."
Su Zejiang gave an awkward laugh, glanced at Huo Qingyu, and went straight upstairs.
"Honey, I'm going upstairs!"
Su Manman smiled sweetly, holding the bank card like a cat that had just stolen some fish.
Thank you, Mom! Mom is so awesome!
[But is this bipolar disorder real? Could it be faked like my mental illness?]
Huo Qingyu spoke up, interrupting Su Manman's wild thoughts.
"It's getting late, you should go to sleep!"
As soon as Su Manman went upstairs, Huo Qingyu revealed a meaningful smile.
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