She could only resort to throwing a tantrum. "Ningning, Ningning, Ningning! You sound so affectionate when you say her na. I’m not going to talk to you anymore. You can just have your precious Ningning."
"I’m not wrong. Being affectionate with her is no different from being affectionate with you."
"No difference? So I’m supposed to feel included? Should I thank you two for that?!"
Jiang Yao really started crying this ti, feeling utterly wronged.
’How could my other self be so bold? Isn’t she embarrassed at all?’
’You can know a person’s face, but you can never know their heart...’
Chen Yuan was speechless. He was just thinking he should go and comfort her when, at that mont...
His phone went DING! DING!
His attention was imdiately captured.
’It must be Professor Fu ssaging back!’
...
"Why did you stop talking?"
A long silence stretched on.
Jiang Yao’s question snapped Chen Yuan out of his daze.
"You’re not even going to try and comfort . That’s so cold..."
Comfort her!
Chen Yuan hurried over.
He wanted to placate Jiang Yao quickly, then find an excuse to go to the bathroom and see what Professor Fu had said.
"Okay, okay, okay, I’ll comfort you."
Chen Yuan leaned in, placing a hand on her shoulder, just about to whisper a few sweet nothings.
Jiang Yao turned her head, her eyes blurry with tears, her delicate little nose twitching.
But the next mont...
Jiang Yao suddenly hugged him, pinning him down on the bed.
"Gotcha."
"???"
"Ningning did all this behind my back. Today, I’m going to pay it all back in double."
"Why are you taking off my pants!?"
"Take a guess, Little Young Master," Jiang Yao said with a blink. She sniffled, then planted a big smooch on his cheek. "This is your reward."
"No, not right now, I really can’t." Chen Yuan grabbed the blanket and pulled it over himself. He felt as if he was being forced, and Yaoyao’s actions made his face flush bright red.
Especially with her round little bottom rubbing against him.
It was making his scalp tingle.
"You can do it with her, but not with ?"
"That’s not it, I... I really have to pee, I can’t hold it," he said, feigning a pained expression and furrowing his brow. "You’re pressing on my bladder. I feel like it’s going to burst."
"Really?"
"Why would I lie about this? It’s not like I’m running away. I’ll just go pee and be right back."
"Fine, then I’ll go with you."
Jiang Yao felt sothing was off and eyed him suspiciously.
"You’re gonna co with ? To hold it for ? Quit ssing around and move!"
"Hey—"
Before Yaoyao could react, Chen Yuan pushed her aside, grabbed his phone, and bolted without even putting on his slippers.
...
His heart was pounding with apprehension. He took a mont to ntally prepare himself before opening his phone.
The dimly lit screen showed several voice ssages.
Since Green Bubble has a sixty-second limit on voice ssages, Professor Fu had sent several of them.
Chen Yuan opened the bathroom window, tapped on one of the ssages, and listened intently.
Professor Fu’s tone was calm and composed:
"Young Master Jiang, I’ve carefully reviewed the information you sent . What your friend described is indeed correct. The ability to switch between personalities periodically and regularly, and for them to communicate with each other, indicates she is already in a stage approaching full recovery. Not to ntion, her condition doesn’t seem to be affecting her ability to live a normal life..."
"This is a good thing. However, in psychology, there is a distinction between the host personality and alter personalities. Generally, the personality that remains is the host personality from before the onset of the ntal illness. Therefore, it’s not a case of randomly choosing one of the two; this isn’t sothing that can be controlled. The patient typically experiences a major traumatic event and separates the painful feelings from that experience, entrusting them to another ’vessel.’ Over ti, this vessel forms another personality. We just need to determine which one is the core personality..."
"How about this: I happen to be flying to Lanjing for a conference tomorrow. We can set up a ti to et and discuss this in more detail. It would be more formal..."
Listening to this, Chen Yuan felt a sense of sudden clarity.
This was definitely sothing he could never have found just by researching online.
’So, the host personality is the one from before the traumatic event!’
He thought for a mont.
Then, another ssage ca from Professor Fu: "As for your question, Young Master Jiang, about whether the two personalities can fuse... that possibility can’t be completely ruled out. It’s just very complex. I have seen such cases before. We can discuss the specifics in detail when we et. Are you free tomorrow?"
A cool breeze drifted in from the narrow window, ruffling the hair on his forehead.
Chen Yuan was stunned for a mont, then an irrepressible joy surged within him.
His hands were shaking.
He listened to the voice ssage several more tis, his hands trembling.
’It’s possible!? It’s actually possible!’
He hastily typed back a reply, "I’m free tomorrow!"
Chen Yuan had no idea that Professor Fu wasn’t actually coming for a conference. The title of "Crown Prince Jiang" was simply too influential, so the professor had decided to make a special trip. Fearing he would seem too obsequious, he used his high social intelligence and claid he was coming on official business.
...
"What, are you that happy just from taking a leak?"
Jiang Yao had waited and waited, and when Chen Yuan finally returned, she imdiately noticed the smile plastered all over his face.
"Huh? Am I?"
"You’re smiling so hard your face is about to crack."
"Oh... I was just watching a funny short video."
"Tch."
Of course Chen Yuan was happy. Professor Fu’s words were like a ray of dawn piercing through the darkness.
He thought he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, but a hand had reached down and forcibly pulled him back up.
’Can’t be ruled out ans it’s possible!’
As long as that sliver of hope existed, he no longer felt like he was suffocating. In an instant, the world beca sunny and bright again.
"Ti for bed!"
Chen Yuan flopped onto the bed and let out a satisfied sigh.
Jiang Yao lay beside him, quietly watching as he pulled the covers up, turned off the bedside lamp with a CLICK, and closed his eyes, completely carefree.
A resentful look imdiately filled her eyes.
’He’s gone for a few minutes and he’s already forgotten what we were about to do? n are truly unbelievable.’
Jiang Yao snorted with a "Hmph" and turned over to sulk.
If their current state could be drawn in a manga panel, her head would definitely be surrounded by angry little puff clouds.
Just as Yaoyao was complaining to herself, she suddenly felt a hand snake around her waist and pull her into a warm embrace.
"What are you doing?"
"Didn’t you say we should cherish every second we have together?"
"Don’t let your hands wander..." Two crimson flushes appeared on Jiang Yao’s cheeks as she let out an abrupt, soft moan.
A sowhat surprised voice also sounded in the room.
"You’ve grown, Yaoyao."
"Get lost... Have you no sha? What are you groping at!"
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