Chapter 1

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Wu City, September.

In an independent building at the end of the alley, there was an out of the ordinary psychological treatment taking place.

Lu Mian lay on the couch, toying with her hair with her index finger.

She took a sip of water and picked up the pen on the table as she set the cup down.

The ordinary ball pen seemed to come to life, spinning round and round her slender fingers.

“Let’s begin,” she said nonchalantly.

The young man sitting across from her laughed. It felt as if their roles had been reversed.

He was the doctor, but the patient was taking the lead.

He then looked down at the patient file in his hands.

Lu Mian, female, 19 year old. The last victim in the sentational A or B kidnapping case, rescued safely half a month ago.

He knew all the information by heart.

But…

It was hard to imagine that the calm, nonchalant girl before him was the victim herself.

“Lu Mian, can we talk as friends? Your family is really worried about you, and they hope to get to know you better through me.”

Lu Mian was impassive. As her right hand kept spinning the pen, her left hand reached towards her phone to pass time.

As she multitasked, she did not forget to wink at the person sitting across from her. Complete with the half-concealed red mole near the auricle of her left ear, she looked cold, beautiful and flirty at the same time.

But there was no warmth in the depths of her calm and smiling eyes, only distance and indignance.

Ye Jin, the psychologist, frowned slightly.

This was definitely the second hardest to get to know person that he had run into.

The first was, of course…

He was digressing.

Ye Jinwen patiently tried to break through in several ways.

“Can you tell me what happened in the two years that you were kidnapped?”

“I forgot.”

“Then do you remember the mystery person who rescued you? Do you know them?”

“No.”

“What do you think of your parents and your younger sister?”

“They’re nice.”

Ye Jinwen felt that he had reached a bottleneck in his career as a psychologist.

The patient was at ease, but he was so frustrated that he could barely remain seated.

This was already the fourth session!

And the answers were always the same!

No matter how hard he tired, she was always unmoved. He could not even catch traces of a life on her face.

But his gut told him that Lu Mian was hiding something, even if she did not have PTSD!

He could not help but think of what Lu Mian’s mother had told him: Lu Mian had been a pathological liar since she was young, and her words could not be trusted!

Could it be that he had to use more forceful means to make her tell the truth…

Time passed really quickly.

Lu Mian stood up from the sofa after the twentieth round of her game.

Her good-looking eyes glanced at the surveillance cameras, and she returned the pen to Ye Jinwen.

It was as if she had completed a mission. Now that the time for therapy was over, it was time for her to leave.

“Lu Mian!”

Ye Jinwen caught up with her anxiously. “I don’t have any ill will, I just want to help you!” He blurted out as he looked at her slender and cold back.

Lu Mian turned and chuckled.

“Huh, Dr Ye, aren’t you tired of pretending to care about your patients?”

That was a little too much!

Ye Jinwen returned to his office next door in defeat.

His mood instantly improved when he opened the door and saw the endearing image on the custom sofa.

A man was seated on the sofa. One of his arms was resting on his knees as he bent over to look at the surveillance camera footage on the coffee table.

Because he was bent over, the collar of his gray shirt was slightly open, revealing his fair skin.

Looking upwards was a seemingly gentlemanly and dashing but cold face that no one’s eyes dared to gaze at.

The icy-cold eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were glued to the surveillance footage.

The footage was zoomed in on Lu Mian.