“…That’s how things stand right now.”
Wanqing City, a certain psychological clinic.
After Jiang Chi finished explaining his recent situation, Zhang Junfang, who sat opposite him in a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses, pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose.
“Mm, Jiang, I understand everything you’ve described.”
“For now, let’s do a few mental state tests. No need to hide your preferences—there’s no one else here.”
As he spoke, Zhang Junfang drew a mental state test questionnaire from his drawer and handed it to Jiang Chi.
Jiang Chi accepted the test, his gaze sweeping over it.
First question: Do you often fantasize about being served by two or more beautiful women?
Jiang Chi’s face twitched; he glanced at Zhang Junfang with a strange expression.
In response, Zhang Junfang shrugged his shoulders, “This is the latest mental state test internationally. Don’t worry, we’re professionally trained and never leak any patient information.”
Hearing this, Jiang Chi didn’t think much of it and picked up the ballpoint pen to start ticking off the answers.
In less than ten minutes, the test was handed back. However, Zhang Junfang only glanced at it before setting it aside. He picked up the patient case file, wrote the large words “Paranoia” on it, and then looked up at Jiang Chi.
“Jiang, what do you think of those sisters in your story?”
During Jiang Chi’s narrative, though he said he’d been mentally exhausted because of women lately, he never mentioned things like gender-bending, TS girls, or double-faced coins.
He used vague terms—like turning Ji Yue Nian into a pair of sisters, the younger called “Ji Qingchan,” the elder called Ji Yueyue; and in the story, he and “Ji Qingchan” were a couple, only to later discover by accident that “Ji Qingchan” was actually her elder sister, Ji Yueyue, in disguise.
He liked “Ji Qingchan,” but the “Ji Qingchan” he liked was really Ji Yueyue. Since they were twins, their personalities were nearly identical, making them indistinguishable.
He liked “Ji Qingchan,” but “Ji Qingchan” was actually Ji Yueyue. It was because Ji Yueyue disguised herself as “Ji Qingchan” that they grew to like each other. He had spent some time with Ji Yueyue, and had also developed a feeling for her that was hard to call “liking.”
Now, for certain reasons, only one sister could remain: if there was “Ji Qingchan,” there could be no Ji Yueyue; if there was Ji Yueyue, there was no “Ji Qingchan.”
In short, Jiang Chi’s heart was a chaotic mess.
“Senior, I’m really conflicted right now.” Jiang Chi smiled bitterly, “I’m supposed to like ‘Ji Qingchan,’ but after spending time with Ji… Ji Yueyue lately, I find her really cute, too.”
“What about Ji Qingchan?” Zhang Junfang jotted a few more notes, then asked.
“She keeps ignoring me, but she’s always around me and Ji Yueyue.” As Jiang Chi spoke, a trace of happiness shone in his eyes. When spending time with Ji Yue Nian, he’d often see shadows of “Ji Qingchan” on her—mischievous, playful, greedy for snacks like a little succubus…
“Mm…” This time, Zhang Junfang fell silent. “So, you mean Ji Qingchan doesn’t mind her older sister being with you, her ex-boyfriend? Even right in front of her?”
“Something like that.”
Jiang Chi sighed, “But she also said, if I want to be with her, I have to leave Ji Yueyue, and let Ji Yueyue disappear.”
To have “Ji Qingchan,” he would have to let Ji Yue Nian utterly submit, fully awaken the anima in her heart, which meant the current TS girl Ji Yue Nian would disappear.
“Why not be assertive, Jiang? Go for both! These days, women like the strong, domineering CEO type.” Zhang Junfang egged him on, “Kids make choices; adults take it all.”
“Senior Zhang, don’t joke.” Jiang Chi shook his head and smiled wryly, “Besides, the Federation’s marriage law is monogamy. Even if I have billions to inherit, I’m still a law-abiding citizen.”
Faced with this humblebrag, Zhang Junfang felt like he’d suffered a thousand-point critical hit, muttering under his breath, “Just keep them both as mistresses…”
“Senior, what did you say?”
“Nothing.” Adding a few more notes to the case file, Zhang Junfang looked up at Jiang Chi again. He produced a silvery pocket watch from somewhere, letting it dangle and sway, “I do have a method, Jiang, to help you understand your true feelings.”
“Do you dare to try?”
Staring at the classical, silver pocket watch in Zhang Junfang’s hand, Jiang Chi thought of his recent strange episodes, and all the tangled questions in his heart these past months, and nodded heavily.
“Relax~ Relax~”
“Don’t think about any worries, empty your mind, empty your head, don’t think about anything at all…”
“Now, block out all other thoughts, focus only on my voice…”
The man’s voice seemed to carry a magic of its own. Jiang Chi gradually closed his eyes, following Zhang Junfang’s guidance, slowly slipping into a state of selflessness. Who knew how long passed—it might have been a minute, half an hour, or even longer.
Hypnotherapy is generally called hypnotic therapy, the application of hypnosis in clinical work, and one of many psychological therapies.
Jiang Chi seemed to enter the depths of his subconscious, directly facing the desires and worries he thought he’d resolved, yet had piled up again.
“Do you like Ji Qingchan?” Zhang Junfang asked.
The voice seemed to grow distant and ethereal, as if floating down from the heavens, calm and clear.
“I love her,” he replied.
“And Ji Yueyue?”
“I have some feelings, but it’s not liking, let alone love.”
“What do you think about Ji Qingchan’s identity?”
“My beloved.”
“And Ji Yueyue?”
“A plaything.”
“In bed, who’s better at romantic interactions, Ji Qingchan or Ji Yueyue?”
“Ji… Yueyue.”
“…”
The questioning ended. When Jiang Chi left with his prescription, Zhang Junfang stared at the case file in his hands, muttering, “So she’s the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole.”
“No wonder Jiang is so torn. The white moonlight of his heart, and the cinnabar mole in his bed—what man could give either up?”
“Forget it, forget it. It’s someone else’s family drama—better not meddle. I’m just a doctor, after all.”
*****
“What? A proposal?”
Right now, in Wanqing Yongxing Academy, Dorm 802.
Everyone stared in shock at Yao Shiming, who was surrounded in the middle, their expressions complicated.
Yao Shiming, seeing the roomful of people, awkwardly scratched his nose and smiled bitterly, “Old Ji, Old Luo, Old Liu, Old Hu, you don’t have to be like this.”
“Besides, I’m just suspicious—I have no proof.”
“Suspicion is the best proof! Go on, tell us what happened. We brothers will help you figure it out.” Ji Yue Nian had a gossip-hungry look.
Last time at Jiang Chi’s hotel, they’d run into Hu Li cross-dressing and making a “py transaction” with Yao Shiming. After hearing what was happening in the private room, she’d thought Tang Xueting would get run off by the two together, but now, somehow, things had fast-forwarded to a proposal.
It was as if a dramatic fifty-six-episode love triangle had been fast-forwarded to the third episode, leaving the audience unsatisfied.