My Wife Is a Superstar

My Wife Is a Superstar Chapter 89

Psychiatrist’s clinic.

Qin Lan looked worryingly at the man who had been sleeping on the chair for half an hour.

This is my counseling office, not a hotel. What do you think you’re doing, sleeping here like that?

For the past three days, at this hour in the afternoon, Mr. Chen would arrive on time and sleep on the chair.

He made no sounds after lying down, so Qin Lan couldn’t tell if he was asleep, and she didn’t dare to wake him either.

Because of this, Qin Lan had no choice but to cancel all her appointments. She didn’t dare let anyone near when Mr. Chen was here.

Nan Chen had done this before back then, but he’d never done this for three days in a row.

He was one of the busiest people in Flower City. His time was incredibly precious, so it was strange for him to come and sleep here for half an hour every day.

Based on her professional judgment as a psychologist, Qin Lan believes that Nan Chen was facing some big trouble.

He has a big knot in his heart that needs to be untied, but he refuses to let people peek inside his heart, so he needs an environment like a counseling center to heal.

But there was no cure. He had just come to relieve some of the agony in his heart.

Whenever he came here, his heart would hint at him that he was in a counseling office, and his problems could be solved. Such hints helped calm him down a little.

However, he wouldn’t say anything, nor would he interact with Qin Lan. So the problem was always there, unresolved.

Qin Lan got increasingly curious as to what sort of problem could’ve caused this man who was practically a huge block of ice, so much agony.

Then, Nan Chen’s leg start to move a little, and Qin Lan hurriedly handed over a glass of ice-cold water.

This was Nan Chen’s habit. He doesn’t like drinking warm beverages. It had to be either hot coffee and tea, or ice-cold water.

Nan Chen opened his eyes, took the water over and slowly drank it.

“Mr. Chen, what happened?” Qin Lan tried to communicate with him.

Nan Chen didn’t say a word.

woman’s scent?” Qin Lan

something complicated in

an experienced psychologist, Qin Lan knew she had guessed it

been coming here every afternoon to lie down for half an hour. You aren’t

spat out the water in

Qin Lan a little angry, Is it that impossible to fall in love with me?

good-looking?”

and her

that reaction all about? Is it impossible for you to fall

Chen nodded this

love?” Qin Lan seized the opportunity to

didn’t nod, nor did he shake his

office, not a hotel. If you’re just here to sleep every day instead of getting counseling, then isn’t this just a waste of resources? I’ll have you know; I charge by the hour. Even if you don’t say anything and no treatment gets done,

consultation

it wasn’t working, and tried a different

Write whatever bothers you. Once you’re done, I promise not to look at it. I’ll seal it in a container and let you read it again a few months later. If you refuse to say it out loud, writing it down would help somewhat. It’s the same

you keep these unspeakable secrets hidden in your heart, it will affect your mental health over time. Writing them out will help you feel much better.

Lan was a well-known psychologist, after all. She was very good at persuading people. Nan

Lan was very excited, as she had finally broken through

grabbed a piece of paper, and

five keywords, so think carefully about the words you will write. Seal them into this bottle when you’re done, and I’ll store it for you.” Qin

Chen took them over, gave it a brief

he had finished writing, he passed the paper to

this bottle yourself,

Nan Chen was unconvinced.

I’m that stupid? You can read it

you wanted to read it, then just read it in

really won’t look.” Qin Lan

up the electronic lighter next to him that Qin Lan uses for

to look, right? Then it would be more secure to just burn it than

“Hey, don’t burn it!”

you listen? I asked you to seal it, and you try to burn it instead? Did you think that I would

couldn’t be bothered to say anything as he thought, Your

Chen’s writing