Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate Chapter 17: Being Single is True Sobriety in the Mortal Worl

Wen Ying thought for a mont. "Actually, our rich-kid patient isn’t really a scumbag."

Having been flad to the verge of tears, "I’m Not a Rich Kid" looked touched upon hearing Wen Ying’s words. He clasped his fists together toward the cara in a gesture of thanks.

"The Chacha that our rich-kid patient likes is, in fact, Chacha. But at the sa ti, she isn’t."

"Doctor Wen, what do you an by that?"

"I’m Not a Rich Kid" looked at Wen Ying, confused.

"To be precise, the Chacha you first t was indeed the Chacha you encountered online. But one month after you got to know each other, she was no longer the Chacha you knew. You should rember that it was only after you’d known each other for a month that you two developed that ’soul connection,’ right? That was a day worth commorating."

[If it’s not Chacha, then who is it? Did this livestream just turn into a mind-bending suspense thriller?]

"I’m Not a Rich Kid" nodded vigorously at her words. He rembered that day!

"That’s right. That was our first video call, and it was the beginning of us being able to talk about everything. We planned to celebrate that anniversary forever."

"Then are you aware that the Chacha you’ve been video-calling with since then isn’t the Chacha you first got to know?"

"Impossible!" "I’m Not a Rich Kid" shook his head emphatically.

[HOLY SHIT! The plot is twisting in the most unbelievable way!]

[The person is fake? Is this so new kind of scam?]

"If you don’t believe , just wait. Within the next ten minutes, she should be telling you that her grandfather is sick, that her plans to et you have to be delayed, and that she’s busy borrowing money for his treatnt. Under those circumstances, would you transfer her money?"

"Of course! I have money, I can help her!" "I’m Not a Rich Kid" said without a shred of hesitation. "But she’s never asked to borrow money from . She once told that our relationship should remain pure and not involve financial interests. That’s what I admire most about her."

[He’s already offering money so proactively. Only a complete idiot would actually need to ask for it, right?]

[Love makes you blind. As expected, staying single is the only way to stay lucid in this mortal world!]

Just as "I’m Not a Rich Kid" was speaking, a WeChat notification chid. It was the custom alert he’d set for his special contact.

"I’m Not a Rich Kid" unlocked his phone, and the cara followed his gaze to the screen.

"Piggy, I’m so sorry, but I’m afraid I won’t have ti to see you soon. I don’t want to hide things from you... my grandpa was admitted to the ICU, and my family is a total ss. Everyone is busy trying to pool their money, and I need to... I’m going to be very busy for the next few days. Don’t worry about , Piggy. I’ll be fine."

Seeing the ssage, "I’m Not a Rich Kid’s" first reaction was worry. "Tea Baby, how much money do you need? Tell ! Don’t leave worrying like this."

After saying that, "I’m Not a Rich Kid" imdiately transferred fifty thousand yuan to her.

His anxiety still unabated, he continued to type, "Tea Baby, if that’s not enough, just tell . I still have so of my allowance left. Your grandpa’s health is what’s most important."

[HOLY CRAP! He transferred fifty thousand after just one ssage? Rich people really don’t treat money like it’s money!]

[The highest art of borrowing money is not even ntioning the word ’borrow’ before the other person sends it to you! Brilliant!]

[What Doctor Wen said ca true! That ans this Chacha isn’t the real Chacha. Is our rich-kid bro an idiot or what?!]

[Money is that easy to make? Is it too late for to add our rich-kid bro as a friend?]

[I’m incredibly well-read, I know everything from astronomy to geography, and I guarantee I’ll be on call 24/7! I can use beauty filters and Photoshop, too. Whatever you like, rich-kid bro, I can transform into her. Give a girl a chance!]

When he didn’t get a reply from Chacha, "I’m Not a Rich Kid" finally rembered that he was still on the live call.

"Doctor Wen, Chacha isn’t accepting my help! Can you tell her address? I want to go see her in person!"