Chapter 52: A Mix of Joy and Sorrow

That day, Ling Hanyu worked overtime, finishing up all the tasks that could be handled the next day and postponing the rest until the following day.

That evening, upon returning home, Ling Hanyu told Song Qingtian about the appointment with the psychiatrist.

“Qingtian, I’ve made an appointment for you with a psychiatrist. Shall I accompany you tomorrow?”

Song Qingtian looked at Ling Hanyu in some surprise, wondering what kind of unusual move he had made this time.

Seeing Song Qingtian’s astonished expression, Ling Hanyu thought she looked quite cute that way.

“Didn’t you say yesterday that you went to bed early? Going to bed early is usually caused by psychological factors, so I arranged a meeting with a psychiatrist for you.”

Song Qingtian felt that, apart from when they were arguing, Ling Hanyu had never spoken to her so calmly and openly before—quite startling, indeed!

Still, she figured that when they went to see the psychiatrist, she’d lay bare the darker, more ruthless aspects of her psyche, making Ling Hanyu deeply believe she was an irredeemable bad woman. Who knows—maybe it would even have some unexpected effect.

With this thought in mind, Song Qingtian nodded.

“What time is the appointment? Let me get ready.”

“It’s at nine o’clock tomorrow morning. That psychiatric clinic is about an hour’s drive from here, so we need to leave before eight.”

“Alright, then I’ll prepare Nuonuo’s breakfast for tomorrow morning in advance.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.”

“Wait for you for what?”

“For sleeping together.”

Ling Hanyu said this casually, as if he were just talking about what he’d eat for dinner tonight. Just as Song Qingtian was about to turn toward the Kitchen, she suddenly spun around to look at him after hearing his words—and in the process, twisted her waist too sharply.

“Ah! Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

Song Qingtian clutched her waist, struggling to shift her body, and glared at Ling Hanyu in annoyance.

“It’s all your fault! Talking nonsense like that—you’ve made my waist twist, and it hurts so much!”

Song Qingtian said this plaintively, tears welling up in her eyes. At the sight of Song Qingtian’s gaze, Ling Hanyu suddenly felt a warm current flow from his lower abdomen throughout his whole body. He slowly walked over and picked her up in one swift motion, carrying her straight into the Bedroom.

Song Qingtian struggled in Ling Hanyu’s arms, but she didn’t dare move too vigorously, lest her waist hurt again. So she reluctantly gave in, reaching out to wrap her arms around Ling Hanyu’s neck for a bit of comfort.

Ling Hanyu sensed Song Qingtian’s movements and glanced down at her. Song Qingtian felt a little flustered under his direct, unreserved gaze.

She quickly turned her face away, no longer daring to look at Ling Hanyu, because she realized that this “gou nanren” really did have an irresistible allure—his eyes seemed to hold a whirlpool, drawing her right into it.

And he was handsome, too. Oh, lately he’d been behaving so well as well—if only there were such a high-quality man in her own world who treated her like this, she’d surely spend the rest of her life devotedly by his side!

But alas, she’d only met him in a book—this truly was the end of her luck.

Ling Hanyu carried Song Qingtian into the Bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Of course it does!”

As she spoke, Song Qingtian’s voice took on a cute little nasal tone, and she looked at Ling Hanyu with a pout. Seeing her expression, Ling Hanyu’s heart softened.

“Is it very serious? Should I take you to the Hospital for a checkup?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine after lying down for a while—it’s just a slight strain.”

“Then turn over onto your stomach and let me give you a massage.”

Ling Hanyu’s words once again stunned Song Qingtian. If her waist hadn’t been twisted and she weren’t so restricted in her movements, she’d have rolled over immediately. Having grown accustomed to his previously cold, domineering, and indifferent demeanor, she found it hard to adjust to such sudden warmth—perhaps the temperature difference was just too great, and she really couldn’t handle it!

Seeing that Song Qingtian wasn’t cooperating, Ling Hanyu simply reached out and turned her over, then straddled her and began massaging her waist.

End of Chapter 52: A Mix of Joy and Sorrow