Chapter 31

Chapter 31

When he heard this name, there was a momentary look of astonishment on Qi Weiran's face.

Before he could speak, Wan Sui quickly said awkwardly: "Sorry, I saw it wrong."

A man walked over swaggeringly, pressing a key to open a car, clearly not Yi Qingju.

Due to the angle, Wan Sui couldn't see the license plate number at all. He thought it was just a simple car crash.

After all, that car model could be seen everywhere on the streets.

Hearing Wan Sui's words, Qi Weiran's heart sank back down.

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Yi Qingju?

But it was true that this person would raise pigs. It wasn't surprising that for a moment, he would associate her with Boss Qi, who had an untraceable background.

A mocking arc pulled at the corner of his lips as he loosely looked out the window.

How could it possibly be her?

And just as the car drove away, the person who was just about to get into the Wuling Hongguang mini suddenly changed his expression and closed the door.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey boss, that car left. Yes, I did everything as you said."

A pleasant female voice came from the other end: "Okay, thanks. I'll transfer you a red envelope later."

After hanging up the phone, Yi Qingju breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, little Chichi had overheard Director Yan make a phone call, letting her know that Wan Sui was actually outside the door.

Wan Sui must have been accompanying Qi Weiran, but based on her understanding of that person, there was no way he would step foot in here with his obsessive cleanliness.

Then she immediately associated it with her own car parked outside, so she found a staff member to act out a play.

Standing next to her, An De gave a thumbs up: "Your reaction speed is really amazing."

At such a young age, to already be so meticulous in her thinking, she must be destined for great things.

Thinking about her earlier words about having some conflict with the Qi family, An De felt regretful for a moment.

No wonder she was hiding so much from the Qi family.

After sending away the two guests from the Qi family, Yi Qingju changed back into her original outfit: "With big brother An here, I can rest assured. If the Qi family makes any other moves, call or text me."

She left her old-fashioned cell phone number for him.

An De nodded: "Boss Yi can rest assured, I will help you keep your secret well."

"There's nothing wrong with your results. As far as I can see, all your indicators are normal," Feng Yisheng said with a furrowed brow, his little curly hair sticking out messily.

Qi Weiran stood up from the instrument and buttoned up his shirt with one hand.

"Are you sure?"

Feng Yisheng looked up to meet those seemingly emotionless amber eyes, complaining: "Come on, I'm a top psychiatrist."

"Patients with severe auditory hallucinations usually have obvious manic disorders or mental illnesses like schizophrenia. You clearly have nothing wrong."

Hearing that he was perfectly normal, Qi Weiran couldn't describe what he was feeling. He crossed his legs and sat down on the sofa, taking the initiative to ask: "Go over the case you mentioned last time about being able to hear inner voices again in more detail."

Feng Yisheng was surprised that he was interested in this. He immediately widened his eyes: "Don't tell me your auditory hallucinations are also something similar to inner voices!?"

Qi Weiran gave him an expressionless look: "Do I seem like the kind of person who would confuse auditory hallucinations for superpowers?"

He would rather die than admit he had actually thought that before.

Feng Yisheng looked at him with half-belief, putting down the report in his hand and sitting across from him. His fingers tapped the table rhythmlessly.

"If it doesn't affect normal life, no one would have noticed anything wrong with the patient's mental state."

"The auditory hallucination range of that patient was limited to a single target. He thought he had gained the superpower to hear that fixed target's inner voice."

"The patient worked at a bank and was colleagues with that person. Through daily proximity, he became convinced that the other party was a cold and aloof female assassin hiding among ordinary people."

"He deeply believed this without a doubt, but one time, a criminal gang robbed the bank and tied everyone up to use as hostages."

"The patient then tried every means possible, even at the cost of almost losing his own life, to get a gun and unhesitatingly gave it to that woman."

"But unexpectedly, after the woman panicked for a bit, she was completely oblivious about what the patient meant. The patient got anxious and probably said something about 'even at this point, you still want to conceal your identity?' As a result, the woman was blankly confused about why the other party would have this kind of misunderstanding about her."

"And at this time, the gangsters also discovered the gun in the woman's hand. In that crucial moment, because she was too scared and clumsy in her actions, the gun went off and shot straight through her own head."

"From that moment on, the patient knew—"

"Those inner voices were nothing more than his delusions."

"He had no evidence at all that the woman was an assassin. The cold and ruthless female assassin he imagined was fabricated completely in his mind."

After listening to this not very long story, Qi Weiran left Feng Yisheng's home.

Going downstairs, he couldn't help but think of the girl who told him jokes while holding him in the out-of-control elevator at the hospital.

He had no proof that it was the real Yi Qingju...

Sitting in the car, Zhang Wei, who had been following him all along, suddenly spoke: "Sir, the security department prepared an early New Year's surprise for you and sent it to your email already. Please take a look when you have time."

Seeing Qi Weiran's heavy expression, Zhang Wei sighed inwardly.

He hoped the Mistress's singing and dancing could bring some brief happiness to the Master.

Qi Weiran absentmindedly nodded and casually said, "I'm interested."