Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate Chapter 248 - 246: Song Jiayan’s Song Is a Huge Hit

The vine swung and ca to a stop just a ter in front of Wen Ying.

The caraman’s heart leaped into his throat. ’It’s not going to attack, is it?!’

He gripped his equipnt, about to intervene, when he saw the monkey take the bird’s nest off the vine and place it carefully on the ground.

Although the forest floor was uneven, covered with rocks, branches, and all sorts of things, the bird’s nest remained perfectly stable.

The caraman was utterly baffled, as was everyone in the livestream chat.

They had thought the monkey was going to attack Doctor Wen, but now it seed its mouth was twitching into what looked like a smile, albeit a rather ugly one.

It didn’t get any closer to Doctor Wen. Instead, it flashed her that smile, pointed a paw at the bird’s nest on the ground, and chittered, "Zizi, zizi!"

Wen Ying took two steps forward, looked at the supplies in the bird’s nest, and was very satisfied.

"Thank you. I’ve received your gift."

Hearing Doctor Wen’s words, the monkeys began to dance with joy, one after another.

It was as if they had accomplished sothing incredible.

The caraman’s jaw dropped so wide you could fit a salted duck egg in it.

"I didn’t bring any bananas this ti, but I’ll bring so for you next ti. You can go about your business now."

The monkeys nodded at Wen Ying, then turned and scurried up the trees.

They quickly disappeared from sight.

The caraman couldn’t hold it in any longer. "Doctor Wen, why would those monkeys help you find supplies?"

Wen Ying lifted the supplies with both hands, looking thoughtful. "Maybe they want to treat them?"

The caraman’s mouth twitched. He really couldn’t argue with the reason Doctor Wen had co up with.

After all, Doctor Wen was a psychologist. ’But can animals get ntal illnesses, too?’

The question seed to cross biological species, so the caraman thought about it for a mont and gave up.

"You’ve got the supplies. What are you planning to do next, Doctor Wen?"

The caraman had a strange thought; he felt as if Wen Ying was very familiar with this forest.

"It’s almost dark. We’re obviously going back to laze around like salted fish. These supplies are enough for us to eat tomorrow, so why bother competing?"

The caraman was speechless. "..."

’Great,’ he thought. ’I shouldn’t have asked that question.’

But it was indeed getting dark.

Wen Ying headed back, carrying the supplies.

When Song Jiayan and Xu Jiali saw Wen Ying, they were thrilled!

Especially when they saw Little White on Wen Ying’s shoulder.

Their pillar of support had finally returned!

The Fox Immortal!

"Little White, Little White, did you miss ?" Xu Jiali stood in front of Little White, who imdiately leaped into her arms.

Song Jiayan had also made a lot of progress; he no longer kept his distance in silence like before.

"Doctor Wen, let organize this."

Wen Ying didn’t refuse.

Song Jiayan took the supplies out of the bird’s nest: two packs of instant noodles, a bag of rattan pepper chicken feet, three apples, a loaf of bread, a pack of dried noodles, and a bottle of water.

These were the most abundant supplies they had gotten all day!

Xu Jiali was drawn over as well.

"This is enough for us to eat tomorrow, right?"

Song Jiayan nodded. He didn’t eat much, and neither did Xu Jiali. Doctor Wen was probably about the sa.

"Mr. Caraman, our mission for today is basically complete. You can go back and rest now, right? No need to film tonight, I assu?" Wen Ying took the initiative to ask.

The caraman was the one assigned to follow Wen Ying. Hearing this, he felt that she had a point.

He imdiately requested instructions from the director and was told he could go back.

After saying goodbye to everyone, the caraman left.

With that, Xu Jiali started acting like a kid let out for recess.

"It’s finally over, it’s over! I’ve been on pins and needles all day, constantly afraid of getting canceled by the netizens!"

Song Jiayan looked at her and smiled.

With Xu Jiali’s personality, so incredibly free-spirited, you couldn’t tell she’d been scared at all.

Still, it was nice to be free. Without the cara pointed at him, even the air felt fresher.

Wen Ying was also feeling bored. Suddenly, she rembered sothing and dashed off in the direction the caraman had gone.

"What’s wrong with Sister Yingying?" Xu Jiali asked, confused.

Song Jiayan shook his head. He didn’t know either.

Only Wen Ying herself knew: she had forgotten her phone!

When filming for the day ended, they were supposed to get their phones back, but she had been so caught up in the mont that she’d forgotten!

A long night stretched ahead. Was she supposed to just stare at the stars all night?

When the caraman saw Wen Ying catching up to him, he was a little embarrassed. "Doctor Wen, you don’t have to see off. It’s a quick trip back for ; the director has already moved the crew over to this side of the forest. Besides, it’ll take you a while to get back."

"I ca to ask about our phones. Didn’t you say that when filming stopped, you would return them to us? Even if it’s only for the winning team, that would be us, right?"

The caraman felt a bit awkward. ’So she wasn’t here to see off after all.’

"I rember that, don’t worry. I’ll go find the director right now and have him send the phones back to you!"

"No need for all that trouble. I’ll just go with you."

And so, the caraman led Wen Ying back to the production crew’s camp.

When the director saw Doctor Wen, he had already prepared the phones for Wen Ying, Xu Jiali, and Song Jiayan.

"Doctor Wen, Doctor Wen! Later, could you ask Song Jiayan for ? You have no idea, his song has blown up online! A bunch of music platforms couldn’t get in touch with him, so they’ve been calling . They all want to feature his song on their platforms, so ask him what he thinks."

Wen Ying agreed.

"And Xu Jiali, too! She’s blunt, sure, but she’s gained a lot of fans. Anyway, anyway, you’ll see when you get your phones back."

Wen Ying left with the phones. After returning, she relayed the director’s words to Song Jiayan.

Song Jiayan was silent.

He remained silent for a full half hour!

Xu Jiali looked at Song Jiayan’s expressionless face, unable to tell if he was excited or sothing else, and couldn’t help but speak up. "Song Jiayan, are you happy or not?"

Startled by Xu Jiali’s voice, Song Jiayan’s face finally flushed. "I... I’m very happy."

"If you’re happy, why didn’t you say a single word? We thought sothing was wrong with you! This is great news. Haven’t you always wanted your songs to be heard by more people? Now you finally have the chance. Congratulations, Song Jiayan. You’re a real singer now."

"I really am happy. I was just so happy I didn’t know what to say."

But it wasn’t just that. Song Jiayan also had a concern.

Right now, he was on his own—completely independent. He had no company and no studio, and he didn’t know how to communicate with these platforms.

But there was no point in saying any of this. He couldn’t possibly ask Wen Ying and Xu Jiali to help him, could he?

So he was both lost and happy.

"Little Song, are you worried you don’t know how to negotiate with the platforms? Are you thinking about an exclusive pay-to-listen deal, or sothing else?"

Wen Ying’s question only made Song Jiayan more confused. "I... I don’t know either."

"Then I’ll find soone to ask. You don’t understand this stuff, and honestly, neither do we."

Different professions are like different mountains.