Chapter 84: Very Happy

In the clinic, Mr. Meng Xi warmly welcomed Shen Yunhe and his family.

“My friends, hello.”

“Hello, Mr. Meng Xi.”

Meng Xi looked down at Jiang Huaijin, “Hello, my friend. I am Meng Xi.”

“Hello, I am Jiang Huaijin.” Jiang Huaijin politely greeted him.

“This child is quite well-behaved,” Meng Xi said with a smile.

“I’d like to have a private chat with him. Is that okay?”

“Sure.” Shen Yunhe bent down and patted his son’s head.

“Son, be good. Mommy and Daddy will be waiting for you outside.”

“Okay.”

Meng Xi pointed to the sofa by the wall, “Come, sit down.”

“Okay.” Jiang Huaijin obediently sat on the sofa, and Meng Xi asked with a smile:

“Your mom and dad love you very much!”

“Mm, I’m very happy. I also have a little brother and sister, grandparents, and both grandfathers and grandmothers.” Jiang Huaijin smiled brightly, his face full of happiness.

“That’s wonderful. Children surrounded by love are always happy, confident, and cheerful. I believe you are one of those children.”

Jiang Huaijin couldn’t help but laugh, “Thank you, Mr. Meng Xi.”

Meng Xi felt reassured. This was a polite, confident, and cheerful child.

“Are you tired? Do you feel like your eyelids are heavy, your body exhausted, and like you want to sleep?”

Jiang Huaijin slowly closed his eyes, and Meng Xi gently helped him lie down on the sofa.

“Jiang Huaijin, Jiang Huaijin.”

He called his name twice, but there was no response. Jiang Huaijin had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Outside the room, Jiang Banyue was so nervous that she was sweating. She kept standing at the door, listening carefully.

“Why is there no sound inside? Is something wrong?”

Shen Yunhe pulled her into his arms and softly reassured her, “Don’t worry, our son will be fine. I’m here.”

“What if our son stays like this and things don’t improve? What should we do?”

Jiang Banyue felt anxious, heartbroken and helpless. Shen Yunhe comforted her, “We will stay with him, keep watch over him. No matter what the outcome is, don’t be afraid. We love him so much, he will be alright. I believe in him, in whichever Huajin it is, he’s a good child, sensible, and loves us very much.”

Shen Yunhe’s voice choked up, unable to continue.

“If… if he really can’t get better, as long as he stays healthy and with us, I will be content.”

Jiang Banyue lifted her head and looked at her husband with a pained gaze. “Yunhe, you’re really a good father. Truly, you are. The children are lucky to have you.”

“Having you and the children is my happiness.” Shen Yunhe tightened his grip on her hand. “We will live well and raise our children right.”

“Mm.” Jiang Banyue rested her head on his shoulder, staring blankly at the door.

In the clinic, Meng Xi crouched in front of the sofa and gently called out, “Huajin, Huajin, are you there?”

Jiang Huaijin heard the distant voice and slowly opened his eyes, seeing the white ceiling. He paused for a moment, then suddenly sat up, glaring warily at the plump old man in front of him.

“Who are you?”

Meng Xi smiled gently. “Hello, Huajin. I’m Meng Xi, a psychologist.”

“Oh!” Jiang Huaijin relaxed and tilted his head, giving a mischievous smile.

“Are you here to see me? How honored I am!”

Meng Xi furrowed his brows, feeling that something was off with this child.

“Listen, do you like dolls?”

“Yes!” Jiang Huaijin smiled and replied lazily.

“Not many boys like dolls.”

Jiang Huaijin’s smile twisted into something cruel.

“Because they listen. If they don’t, you kill them.”

Meng Xi’s expression turned serious as he finally realized what was wrong. This child was truly cruel—genuinely cruel.

“Do you have someone you like?”

When this topic came up, Jiang Huaijin’s face lit up with a happy smile.

“Yes, my parents, my grandparents, my grandpa and grandma, and my little brother and sister… There are so many of them. I love them all so much. If anyone dares to hurt them, I will kill that person first!”

Jiang Huaijin’s face was filled with genuine joy, but the words that came out were utterly chilling. His tone was casual, as if he was enjoying a nice day.

Meng Xi’s face darkened, his expression becoming stern. This child was showing signs of antisocial personality disorder. But no, he quickly shook his head. Antisocial people don’t feel emotions, but this child clearly did. He had love and affection for so many people.

Was this a psychopath? A very loving, very happy psychopath, someone whose love could drive them to murder?

“Have you ever killed someone?”

“You guess?”

Jiang Huaijin didn’t deny or admit it. Meng Xi had encountered many psychological deviants, but it was the first time he had seen one this young. It was almost unbelievable.

This child was full of contradictions—he had emotions but was cruel, loving to the extreme and hating just as intensely. He didn’t just have a split personality; he had a psychological disorder. How could a child be so conflicted? What had he gone through?

Everyone at home loved him. Although his parents were divorced, they both still loved him. How could a child surrounded by love have such psychological issues?

“We’ll stop here for today. Your parents are outside. You can call them in.”

“Okay.”

Jiang Huaijin opened the door. “Mom, Dad, Meng Xi wants you to come in.”

“Alright.” Shen Yunhe and Jiang Banyue walked in, followed by Lan Haizhou.

Meng Xi gestured to the door. “Haizhou, take Huajin outside to play for a while. I’ll talk to Mr. Shen.”

“Okay, come on, kid!” Lan Haizhou took Jiang Huaijin by the hand and led him outside. Jiang Huaijin turned around, offering a real smile.

Meng Xi sat in his chair, his expression serious as he spoke. “This child has serious problems. As his parents, you should have noticed by now.”

“Yes.”

Shen Yunhe rubbed his brow in guilt. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t protect him properly.”

Jiang Banyue grabbed his hand, looking at him with worry in her eyes.

Meng Xi continued, “Jiang Huaijin has a psychopathic disorder—he’s cruel yet full of love. He’s the most contradictory child I’ve ever seen.”

Shen Yunhe sighed and spoke with difficulty.

“My son… He once had a dream. In the dream, both his parents died, and so did his younger siblings. They were killed by bad people. Since then, he’s been like this. He cares so much about his family and relies on us. His cruelty comes from wanting to protect those he loves.”

Meng Xi stood silently by the window, smoking. Outside, Lan Haizhou was playing with Jiang Huaijin, who was happily jumping to catch the colorful bubbles in the air. The child was lively and carefree, showing no trace of the darkness inside him.

Shen Yunhe drove the car, taking his children home. Jiang Banyue sat in the back seat, holding Jiang Huaijin as he peacefully slept in her arms. Shen Yunhe glanced at the pile of medication on the passenger seat—medicine for treating psychological disorders. His heart felt bitter and full of sorrow.

His son… it was breaking his heart.