Chapter 64: Su Jian

Gu’s mother, red-faced and furious, started cursing without regard for her image,
“You think you’re some kind of good person? You drugged your own son—how disgusting! How can you even have the face to do something like that!”

“You—You…” Gu’s mother’s chest tightened, her vision blurred as she fainted.

“Mom!” Gu Qingci rushed in from the doorway and quickly lifted her up.
“Gu Jiali, I agree to the divorce. Don’t ever come to my house to bully my mom again!”

“You think I want to come? I’ve been married to you for so many years, and I ended up a second wife for no reason! You have to compensate me!”

“Gu Jiali, you really have no shame. Gu Jiaqi is the son of you and some other man. I never asked you for compensation, but now you’re coming to ask me? Get lost, or I won’t be polite!”

After Gu Qingci finished speaking, he carried his mother back to her room. Gu’s mother, with a towel on her head, lay weakly on the bed,
“Son, I’m sorry, I regret it. I gave you such a shameless daughter-in-law. The grandson I’ve cared for all these years isn’t even my real grandson. Old man, why did you do this to me! Ah…”

“Mom, don’t think about it. Take care of yourself. Don’t let your son worry.”

Gu Jiali, standing in the yard, became more and more angry. She looked around at the things in the yard, then began throwing everything on the ground in a frenzy,
“Crash, bang…”

Gu’s mother, startled by the noise, quickly sat up on the bed,
“Son, what is she doing out there?”

Gu Qingci walked out with a cold expression. The yard was in a mess.
“Gu Jiali, you will compensate for the damaged items at full price!”

“Pfft! I won’t pay. What are you going to do about it?”

Gu Jiali was so enraged that she nearly lost her mind, acting like a madwoman, shouting and causing a scene.

Gu Qingci didn’t hesitate and directly called the police. Once again, both Gu Jiali and her mother ended up at the police station. The officers who saw the mother and daughter pair could only look at each other in speechless disbelief.

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On Monday, the children went back to school. After dropping them off, Shen Yunhe took Jiang Banyue to Lan Haizhou’s clinic. He had lied to her, telling her that they were going to talk to the psychologist about Jin’s situation, but in reality, he wanted the psychologist to check on Jiang Banyue.

He had already informed Lan Haizhou about Jiang Banyue’s condition, and Lan Haizhou told him that she most likely had depression, which required intervention. If left untreated, it could lead to suicidal tendencies.

Shen Yunhe, not daring to waste any time, took the children to school and immediately coaxed Jiang Banyue into going for treatment.

Once they reached the clinic, Lan Haizhou asked Shen Yunhe to step out, saying he needed to speak with Jiang Banyue alone.

“Sit,” Lan Haizhou pointed to a beige sofa. After Jiang Banyue sat down, her body was tense. She hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Do you know about my son’s situation?”

“Yes, Yunhe told me.”

“He’s very resistant to seeing a psychologist. I don’t know what to do.”

“Can you tell me about the relationship between you and your son?”

Jiang Banyue lowered her head, silent. Lan Haizhou didn’t interrupt her, letting her sit quietly. After a while, Jiang Banyue sighed and began speaking.

“He’s very well-behaved, truly very well-behaved. He’s very considerate, always helping me take care of his younger siblings. When my shop is busy, he even helps me keep an eye on things. When I’m sick, he’ll stand on a stool to cook for me and take care of me.”

Lan Haizhou listened quietly, not interrupting, as Jiang Banyue continued.

“Later, I noticed something wasn’t right with my son. Sometimes he would become incredibly irritable. If I hadn’t stopped him, he might have really gone out to hurt someone. He often likes to swing on the swing set in the yard at night, holding a strange doll in his hand.

The doll has its head broken off, with several slashes across its face, and its arms and legs are broken. There isn’t a single piece of it that’s intact. I once bought him a new doll, but he didn’t want it. Every time, he’d just play with that broken doll.

Seeing him with that broken doll makes me so angry. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I just can’t control myself.”

Lan Haizhou, speaking to her like an old friend, asked, “Jiang Banyue, raising three children on your own, isn’t that exhausting?”

Jiang Banyue paused, taken aback by the question. It was the first time someone had asked her if raising children was tiring. Not just tiring—she was mentally exhausted, constantly worrying about her children, fearing something might happen to them.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“I’m scared something might happen to my children. I’m scared they might leave me. I don’t want to be their mother. I don’t want to be Jiang Banyue anymore. I don’t want to constantly worry. My children… they won’t leave me, will they?”

Jiang Banyue lowered her head, covering her face, and began to cry.

“I don’t want to be Jiang Banyue. I want to go back. I’m not Jiang Banyue…”

Outside the door, Shen Yunhe heard her sobs. In a panic, he pushed open the door and rushed in, kneeling in front of her.

“Wife, what’s wrong?”

Suddenly, Jiang Banyue looked up, pushed him away with force, and stared at the surroundings with a stranger’s gaze.

“Who are you?”

“Ah?” Lan Haizhou was so shocked that he fell off his chair. Shen Yunhe, worried, looked at her.

“Who are you?” Lan Haizhou asked, unable to believe his eyes.

“Me?” Jiang Banyue twirled around cheerfully. “I’m Su Jian!”

“Su Jian!” Lan Haizhou and Shen Yunhe exchanged a stunned glance.

Su Jian ran to Lan Haizhou’s desk, grabbed a monk doll, and began to play with it happily. Lan Haizhou stared at her, his hand gripping Shen Yunhe’s arm tightly.

“She also has dissociative identity disorder. She never wanted to be Jiang Banyue, so she split off the identity of Su Jian.”

Shen Yunhe was nearly going mad. His son still wasn’t well, and now his wife had turned into this. He strode to Jiang Banyue’s side, urgently pulling her back.

“You’re Jiang Banyue. You’re the mother of the children, not Su Jian!”

“What are you doing? You’re so strange! Let go of me!”

Su Jian pushed him away with force, stepping back a couple of steps. She grabbed an ashtray from the desk and threw it at him.

“Smash!”

Then, she picked up a cup from the desk and threw it.

“Don’t throw it!”

Lan Haizhou rushed forward to protect the cup but didn’t manage to save it.

“Smash!”

“Don’t touch me again, or I’ll kill you! Hmph!”

Lan Haizhou quickly jumped back. “She’s a person with violent tendencies!”

Su Jian took advantage of the moment, quickly opened the door, and ran out. Shen Yunhe followed her in pursuit, and Lan Haizhou yelled from behind.

“Yunhe, keep an eye on her! She has violent tendencies. She’s very dangerous!”

Su Jian seemed like someone who had never seen the world before. She was curious about everything around her, running joyfully through the crowd. Shen Yunhe quickly caught up.

“Banyue!”

“Shut up! I am Su Jian! If you call me that again, I’ll…”

Su Jian kicked at him and quickly ran off. Shen Yunhe chased after her.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. Just wandering around!” Su Jian bounced happily, and Shen Yunhe followed her closely.

“If you have nowhere to go, I’ll take you home. There are lots of fun things at home. Do you want to play?”

At home, there were tons of toys for the children. He wasn’t lying. He’d coax her back home first.

“What fun things? Hurry, hurry!”

Su Jian ran up to him, her eyes full of curiosity, her smile wide. Anyone could see how happy and carefree she was.

Shen Yunhe froze for a moment. If being Su Jian made her this happy, why not just stay like that? She could forget everything, and as long as he was here, he’d always protect her.