Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband
Chapter 221: 195: Help me find a top domestic psychology expert

Chapter 221: Chapter 195: Help me find a top domestic psychology expert

Fu Yisi stopped in his tracks and took a step back into the shadows after finishing work in the study room and hearing the words “sanitarium.”

Ji Sang continued to chat with Ji Hanwen about Yong Qi’s matter.

“By the way, dad, Uncle Yong said I should actually call him godfather.”

Ji Hanwen: …

“Don’t listen to his nonsense, even calling him uncle is giving him enough face.”

Ji Sang: ….

“Dad?”

Ji Sang was somewhat surprised at Ji Hanwen’s words. For so many years, he had always been gentle and polite, especially in front of her and her mother.

He was very strict at work, but that was not the father she saw before her.

It occurred to her that when she first thought Uncle Yong was easy to get close to, part of it was because his temperament was somewhat similar to her father’s.

Ji Hanwen also realized his tone and sighed,

“It’s late, get some rest early. Don’t wear out your body just because you’re young.”

Ji Sang obediently replied.

After hanging up the phone, when she recalled the reactions of Ji Hanwen and Yong Qi when they brought each other up, it was so reminiscent of how one would talk about a love rival.

Over time, it seemed to have turned into an old friendship.

One reflects on the competition back in the day, the other still subconsciously guarding his own territory.

Of course, these were just Ji Sang’s guesses.

However, since the Wenyang Sanatorium belongs to Uncle Yong, it certainly made things much easier.

There was still so much she wanted to know about Ah Xing.

Ji Sang put the notebook in the cabinet and stretched with a yawn.

She had slept late last night, and almost all of today she had been busy running around; her body had reached a critical point of fatigue.

Ji Sang yawned and tried to keep her eyes open, hoping to wait for Fu Yisi to return.

But although she hoped to stay awake, her body couldn’t resist the powerful urge to sleep, and her eyelids became too heavy to keep open, eventually drifting off slowly to sleep.

It was only after there were no more sounds in the room that Fu Yisi entered, and what caught his eye was the sight of the sleeping Ji Sang, with her phone still beside the pillow.

The man bent down to pick up the phone and placed it on the bedside table, then gently pulled up the blanket. Sitting by the bed, he quietly gazed down at the sleeping Ji Sang.

In such a short time, she was already sleeping deeply.

She must be exhausted.

Fu Yisi raised a hand to brush aside the stray hairs on Ji Sang’s cheek, his fingers lightly touching her face. After ensuring there were no signs of her waking, he slowly and tenderly smoothed away the furrow in her brow.

The scene he had hurried to see in the garden flashed before his eyes.

The heavy rain was beating down outside, and his Mrs. Fu was tightly clinging to him, trembling, gasping for air with her mouth open, her beautiful eyes so empty it frightened him.

“Ah Shang”

Don’t scare me.

The man’s deep eyes were turbulent with emotion; his understanding of psychology was at a mid-level between beginner and expert. He knew the severity of the condition but hadn’t provided the best treatment plan.

He could only entrust Ji Sang to Chang Li.

Even though he trusted Chang Li’s medical skills, he completely couldn’t contain his worry.

Fu Yisi was even contemplating whether he should take some time to further study psychology.

Perhaps the man’s emotional fluctuations were somewhat significant; Ji Sang seemed to sense it and, just as Fu Yisi had smoothed out her frown, her brow wrinkled again. She didn’t wake up, only turned slightly to the side, unconsciously rubbing her face against Fu Yisi’s palm.

The man didn’t dare to move his hand, allowing her to remain against it.

Only after Ji Sang had fully fallen back asleep did Fu Yisi dare to move his hand away, leaning down to kiss the furrow between her brows.

Afterwards, Fu Yisi’s gaze fell on the bedside table nearby.

He knew that Ji Sang had been recording things in that little notebook of hers lately. Most of the content was probably related to the dreams she had.

She was desperate to know about the past.

As for the reason behind, he wasn’t quite sure.

But he knew that Ji Sang was always very smart.

He could think of things that she might not necessarily fail to consider. Moreover, she had once asked her mother about her aunt’s affairs.

Thus, her eagerness to learn about the past seemed to have another motive.

Upon this thought, Fu Yisi’s deep eyes were filled with tenderness.

The wild, hysterical wind outside had lasted for too long, and now it had finally calmed down considerably, with thunder and lightning having already withdrawn from the frenzy. They left without mercy, yet leaving traces that could not be erased.

Just like time.

The pain that was left needed even more time to fade.

…

After meeting with Ji Sang, Yi Feng was still not at ease, so he specifically had his trusted subordinates find several bodyguards. After all, if Yi Zheng really wanted to make a move on Ji Sang, he had many means at his disposal.

It remained to be seen whether the people arranged by the Fu Family could detect it.

His men were more familiar with Yi Zheng’s people.

“Xiao Feng, do you… remember things from when we were children?”

The expectation in Ji Sang’s eyes when she asked this question resurfaced in his mind.

Things from their childhood.

Remember them?

I can’t say I don’t remember at all.

Although Yi Feng was only six years old at that time, the things he needed to remember were much more than what Ji Sang did.

The deepest warmth and beauty in his heart, some things… Ji Sang chose to forget, some things she did not want to accept.

He remembered some of them.

Not completely, but the darkest, most disgusting side of humanity, he had seen it all, he still remembered it.

Although it wasn’t very clear, he also hoped that Ji Sang wouldn’t recall those things.

After all, they are things that are hard to accept.

Just… what he didn’t expect was that Ji Sang would be haunted by nightmares because of those past events.

He thought that if she didn’t remember, there would be no impact.

He stopped the assistant who was about to go out.

“Find me a top domestic psychologist.”

“A psychologist?”

The assistant stood there stunned, somewhat incredulously looking at Yi Feng.

After seeing his deep gaze and slightly pressed lips, the assistant realized that he had not misheard.

Yi Feng never joked around.

The assistant quickly nodded in agreement.

“Alright, Mr. Yi.”

After leaving the office, the assistant tilted his head in confusion.

He was unclear about the reason behind Yi Feng’s task.

Mr. Yi… did not seem to have any psychological problems. Could it be because of the recent work pressure? Were the tasks given by Chairman Yi too burdensome?

The assistant couldn’t understand that Mr. Yi, who carried such a heavy burden at such a young age and had such a strong heart, would need to find a psychologist.

…

In the middle of the night, Ji Sang woke up all of a sudden, without any warning.

Her dream today was very strange; there were no stormy winds, no dark room, no crying, no beatings, and Xiao Feng wasn’t there either.

The scenes were filled with nothing but white vastness.

It was like the blinding aperture of the camera when it is aimed directly at the sun.

In a small corner of the frame, a woman was half-kneeling with a DSLR in hand, taking pictures of her.