Ning Qiuxiu instantly thought of many things.

Zhan Qingyue seemed like the kind of person who was tough on the outside and strong on the inside, so he probably… didn’t need a psychologist.

Hmm, it’s hard to say.

Their company was a hot potato, a real mess that was now in a precarious state.

According to the timeline in the books, bankruptcy was “imminent.”

Zhan Qingyue had already been bedridden for two years, during which his cognitive abilities might have deteriorated to near zero, possibly even rusted over.

Plus, with his injury, his mental faculties were probably not as sharp as before.

In this situation, asking him for help was indeed a bit unreasonable.

He might appear calm on the surface, but he could be under immense pressure.

However, Ning Qiuxiu also thought that Zhan Qingyue’s attitude was likely: he would help as much as he could, and if that wasn’t enough, it would only mean bad luck, and there was nothing more he could do.

This shouldn’t be a significant source of stress for him.

But besides that, Ning Qiuxiu couldn’t find another reason for him to see a psychologist.

Could it be to consult on issues that weren’t his own psychological problems?!

If that’s the case, the categories of consultation would be numerous.

Ning Qiuxiu quickly analyzed the things and people Zhan Qingyue had recently encountered and did a checklist.

The old man Zhan and Zhan Qingyuan were his closest family members, and there were no family conflicts currently, so it couldn’t be them.

The Zhan family all feared him, making it even less likely.

Apart from that, he had only interacted with doctors, caregivers, a few important friends, and his assistant Zhou Yang…

It seemed like all of these could be ruled out.

So, only one person remained—herself.

She… didn’t seem to have any secrets in front of Zhan Qingyue anymore.

Except for the fact that she had traveled through time, but Zhan Qingyue had almost zero interaction with the previous Ning Qiuxui, making such suspicions unlikely.

Besides that, her IQ was average, not extraordinary, and she didn’t have the deep scheming or meticulous planning typical of other time-traveling or reborn characters.

She seemed quite easy to understand.

So… it probably couldn’t be her.

“What are you doing?” Zhan Qingyue’s sudden voice from behind startled Ning Qiuxui.

“You scared me,” Ning Qiuxui said, clutching her chest and complaining, “Mr. Zhan, it’s basic courtesy to make some noise when you appear!”

Mr. Zhan felt quite wronged; he was in a wheelchair, and the sound of the wheels was already quite noticeable.

Ning Qiuxui was just so lost in thought that she didn’t hear him.

However, Zhan Qingyue readily responded, “I will follow Mrs. Zhan’s advice.”

“……” Ning Qiuxui was already immune to the title “Mrs. Zhan.”

She directly asked Zhan Qingyue, “Have you recently… encountered any big troubles?”

Zhan Qingyue: “Why do you ask that?”

Ning Qiuxiu shook the business card in her hand and said, “I just saw this psychologist with the last name Pan coming out of your study.”

Zhan Qingyue smiled and said, “Seeing a psychologist is not exactly a must-have pastime for rich people?”

“…” Ning Qiuxiu felt like she’d been hit in the knee.

She clearly wasn’t cut out to be wealthy.

But it seemed… there was some truth to it. Private lawyers, personal assistants, private financial managers, and now this psychologist all seemed to fit the image of rich people’s luxury.

It was like how ancient people had apprentices. It might not be useful, but it was necessary to show one’s status.

“Is it really okay?” Ning Qiuxiu asked again.

“If you’re going to be a confidante who helps me solve problems, I might have a little issue,” Zhan Qingyue said with a light smile.

Ning Qiuxiu replied, “… Go away.”

She didn’t care if Zhan Qingyue had psychological issues.

People like him probably only caused others to have psychological problems.

Maybe he had made someone so frustrated they needed to see a doctor to recover.

Ning Qiuxiu grumbled, sympathizing with the unfortunate person for a second, then looked up and saw that Zhan Qingyue, dressed neatly and looking energetic and handsome, was ready to go out.

She asked, “Are you going out?”

“I’m going for a rehabilitation session this afternoon.”

Zhan Qingyue had to do various rehabilitation exercises every day.

Some could be done at home, while others needed advanced equipment and professional guidance at the rehab center, so he needed to go there from time to time.

Ning Qiuxiu heard that the rehabilitation equipment there was top-notch, with many advanced features beyond ordinary imagination—like black technology.

Curious, she decided to take the opportunity to see it for herself.

She quickly forgot her earlier annoyance and said, “I’ll go with you.”

Zhan Qingyue looked at her and asked, “Have you finished your proposal?”

“No, but it won’t delay us,” Ning Qiuxiu said confidently. “I won’t get any inspiration staying cooped up in my room. Maybe going out will help.”

Since she said so, Zhan Qingyue agreed.

After lunch, she went with Zhan Qingyue and Chen Yi to the rehab center.

The center was top-notch in both facilities and services.

As major clients, they had special access and didn’t need to worry about anything; dedicated staff took care of them, addressing them as VIPs with respectful and efficient attitudes.

Ning Qiuxiu truly experienced the meaning of “money can get you anything” today.

Today, Zhan Qingyue was undergoing rehabilitation training for his limbs.

Although his hands could move, they were still not very agile, and his legs could only be lifted so far.

He still had a long way to go in his recovery journey before he could stand up.

Ning Qiuxui had seen Zhan Qingyue go through rehabilitation a few times in the hospital before.

While the process was boring, it was still bearable. But this time, it was different.

Zhan Qingyue was placed on their specialized rehabilitation equipment, guided by the machine to slowly complete the required movements.

It was quite complex and tested his perseverance.

Before long, beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and his breathing had become labored.

He furrowed his brow, seeming to be in great discomfort, but he remained silent, enduring the intensely uncomfortable rehabilitation treatment without a word.

“Isn’t this intensity a bit too much? He looks really uncomfortable,” Ning Qiuxiu said quietly to Jingjing, who was standing a few steps away, her concern evident.

Jingjing, however, looked indifferent, saying, “Rehabilitation is always like this. Mr. Zhan hasn’t moved for two years, and his body functions have deteriorated significantly. It’s not easy to fully recover; he’s bound to suffer a lot.”

“Is that so…” Ning Qiuxui looked at Zhan Qingyue’s pained expression, questioning, “But won’t this have any negative effects on his body?”

“It won’t, Miss Ning, don’t worry! Mr. Zhan is very strong. The patients I’ve taken care of before have often faced mental breakdowns, irritability, and even refused rehabilitation due to how grueling it is. Mr. Zhan, despite such intense rehabilitation, hasn’t shown any emotional instability. We all think he’s doing amazing!”

Jingjing praised the benefactor vigorously, even though the benefactor couldn’t hear it at the moment.

So that’s the case, Ning Qiuxiu thought.

It seemed she understood why Zhan Qingyue needed a psychologist.

It wasn’t just a rich person’s pastime; he was enduring unbearable physical rehabilitation while also undergoing psychological therapy to maintain his mental stability.

Moreover, as a man with a strong public image, he couldn’t show his resistance and discomfort with rehabilitation in front of others.

Thus, he had no outlet for his frustration and had to rely on consulting a psychologist to maintain his persona.

Realizing this, Ning Qiuxui felt a pang of guilt.

She had been too indifferent to Zhan Qingyue’s situation.

He was so serious that he needed to see a psychologist, and yet she hadn’t noticed his abnormal behavior.

But it was also Zhan Qingyue’s fault for being so good at concealing his struggles, leaving no visible cracks.

Seeing Ning Qiuxui’s deep concern, Jingjing said, “Hehe, Miss Ning, if you’re really worried, you should show Mr. Zhan more affection. Love is also an important form of therapy, a top-notch mental treatment. With love, he’ll become as strong as the Hulk.”

Ning Qiubao: “……The Hulk, my foot!”

I’m really the first to take you down a notch!

After Zhan Qingyue finished his rehabilitation, his clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

His handsome face had a faint blush, which made him look even more attractive and charming.

The few young nurses nearby couldn’t help but blush when they saw him.

Meanwhile, Jingjing smugly whispered to Ning Qiuxiu, “Look, Mr. Zhan is so charming. He mesmerizes all these young girls every day.”

Ning Qiuxiu replied with a cold face, “That doesn’t seem like good news to me.”

“Why not? Look, does Mr. Zhan even notice them? His eyes are only on you. No matter how many obstacles there are, he’ll always look at you.”

“… Are you talking about X-rays? That sounds a bit frightening.”

Jingjing said, “No, I’m using exaggeration to show Mr. Zhan’s deep affection for you!”

Ning Qiuxiu thought it might be better to ignore Jingjing a bit more.

After the doctor had a few words with Zhan Qingyue and gave him some advice, the rehabilitation session for the day was complete.

On the way back in the car, Zhan Qingyue noticed Ning Qiuxiu glancing at him from time to time with a look of pity, sympathy, and hesitation.

If they hadn’t just gone for rehabilitation and not an examination, he might have suspected he was diagnosed with an incurable illness.

When she looked at him again, Zhan Qingyue turned to her and, seeing her quickly avert her gaze, said with a smile, “Are you scared?”

Ning Qiuxiu honestly replied, “I haven’t seen this before, so it’s a bit unsettling.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” It was rare for Zhan Qingyue to comfort someone like this.

“So, seeing a psychologist is related to this?”

“Hm?” Zhan Qingyue was surprised that Ning Qiuxiu connected the two. He said, “It is one of the reasons.”

Ning Qiuxiu asked, “Are there other reasons?”

“For example,” Zhan Qingyue looked at her with a faint smile and said, “I was fed a lot of strange liquids while I was unconscious, which left a huge psychological shadow on me.”

“…” Ning Qiuxiu thought this wasn’t much of a psychological issue, and replied firmly, “Isn’t it for your own good!”

“Mm, thank you,” Zhan Qingyue said calmly, not even changing his tone, “and still being eyed with desire every day.”

Ning Qiuxiu: “!!!”

“It’s not me, I haven’t!” She wasn’t eyeing his body; she just admired his looks. Everyone appreciates beauty, this isn’t called… desire.