Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate Chapter 18: Chacha Is Just Being Controlled

Wen Ying had expected this reaction from "I’m Not a Rich Kid."

She even knew that if "I’m Not a Rich Kid" really went to et this so-called "Chacha," he would lose far more than just a million...

"My friend, if you go to see your Chacha this ti, and the price is your freedom, would you still be willing?"

Her words stunned not only "I’m Not a Rich Kid," but all the viewers in the livestream as well.

"After you go to et Ms. Chacha, not only will you pay her one-million dical bill, but you’ll also be taken to a specific location and forced to work for them. Are you willing? All of your savings will beco their ample funding. Are you willing? And if you refuse, you will suffer inhuman treatnt. Are you willing?"

Wen Ying’s three questions made "I’m Not a Rich Kid" break out in a cold sweat.

He imdiately shook his head. "I’m not willing! But that would never happen!"

[Does Doctor Wen an they’re a pyramid sche?]

[Only a pyramid sche would imprison you and treat you inhumanely, right?]

[Besides pyramid sches, there’s also Myanmar North—a Hell in the Mortal World. Have you all forgotten?]

"Chacha can’t be part of a pyramid sche! Doctor Wen, you’ve misunderstood her!"

"I’m Not a Rich Kid" imdiately retorted. His Chacha was so kind; there was no way she could be involved in sothing illegal!

As the old saying goes, you can’t wake soone who’s pretending to be asleep.

And right now, "I’m Not a Rich Kid" was a perfect fit for that description.

"Miss Chacha isn’t part of a pyramid sche, it’s true..."

"See! I knew it! My Chacha would never do sothing so heinous!"

Before Wen Ying could finish, "I’m Not a Rich Kid" cut in, sounding completely vindicated.

"But Ms. Chacha has been taken control of by a pyramid sche. Right now, you could say she is being tornted. The people chatting with you, my friend, aren’t Ms. Chacha. They’re mbers of the sche, part of an organized and preditated plot."

Wen Ying’s words made the chat explode.

’Chacha isn’t part of the sche?’

’She’s just being controlled by it!’

’And the people controlling her are using her identity to scam money from the rich kid!’

’This is a lot to take in.’

"My friend, let’s talk about your WeChat contact, Ms. Chacha. Last Wednesday night, she sent you a ssage, right? Said she was going abroad to check out the tea market, and you voluntarily transferred fifty thousand to her?"

"Yes..." "I’m Not a Rich Kid" nodded. Only he and Chacha knew about that.

’How could Wen Ying possibly know?’

’Does that an everything she said is true?’

’Chacha is being controlled by a pyramid sche and suffering inhuman tornt.’

At this thought, his body began to tremble. He had to transfer the money right away—even a million was fine—if it ant those people would just let Chacha go!

And as soon as he thought it, he acted, imdiately opening the WeChat transfer page.

"Don’t be so quick to transfer the money," Wen Ying advised. "If they get a million that easily, they’ll just get greedier and want two million, three million, maybe even five! Ms. Chacha won’t be freed or safe."

His finger, about to type the password, froze when he heard this.

He wasn’t an idiot.

He was rich, but he wouldn’t keep throwing money at a bunch of criminals if it wasn’t going to save Chacha!

"Doctor Wen, what should I do then?"

The voice of "I’m Not a Rich Kid" was trembling. He was terrified that Chacha would continue to be tortured.

"I’ve already called the police. If you want to see her, I can send you the address. You’ll get to see her after the police raid the organization’s headquarters."

"Thank you, Doctor Wen! Thank you, Doctor Wen! Thank you, Doctor Wen!"

"I’m Not a Rich Kid" thanked her three tis in a row, then sent a virtual gift worth fifty thousand!