Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 60 - 60 60 You're a Good Mother But

60: Chapter 60: You’re a Good Mother, But…

60: Chapter 60: You’re a Good Mother, But…

Nan Zhubin chose to repeat the key words from Chen’s mother’s speech: “Good child?”

Chen’s mother’s emotions cald down a bit.

She slightly raised her chin, now the topic moved into the stage she was most skilled and happiest to discuss.

[Corner of the mouth twitching, restrained joy.]

The topic about Chen Ting had been discussed by Chen’s mother countless tis in countless occasions with countless people.

Even though she was talking about it again now, in a consultation room with a Psychological Consultant, it was clear that Chen’s mother still found joy in this topic.

“Tingting is obedient, studies earnestly, is liked by classmates and teachers, and now she’s even gotten into such a good university.”

Chen’s mother spoke about the evidence supporting the topic of “Chen Ting is a good child”.

Her tone was proud yet regretful: “It’s just that after the college entrance exam, she relaxed a bit, looked at so strange things online, took so weird psychological tests, scared herself, and as a result wasted so much ti now.”

When talking about prideful things, Chen’s mother’s attitude was even tempered: “Now she knows she was wrong.

Speaking of which, Mr.

Nan, you might have so credit as well.

I know young people like you try to seize any achievents firmly, but you’d better focus on ‘those kids’.”

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow: “‘Those kids’?”

“The disobedient ones, the ones who can’t seem to learn no matter what, and the ones with extre academic pressure.

Isn’t it true that many children are studying so hard they end up committing suicide?

Those are the kids you should pay attention to.”

Chen’s mother started to joyfully lecture as if teaching others, speaking eloquently.

She was a parent imparting “experience” to soone who hadn’t beco a parent yet.

You could see she was proud.

“Do you think there’s a distinction between a ‘good child’ and ‘those kids’?”

“…Hmm?”

Nan Zhubin’s question left Chen’s mother stunned.

She seed to have never thought about this question.

In past occasions, when she boasted about her child to this extent, no one had ever asked this question.

Nan Zhubin explained: “I an, what’s that very specific trait—those with it are ‘good kids,’ and those without it are ‘those kids’.”

This question caused Chen’s mother to remain silent.

She neither had a pre-set answer to the question nor had she ever even tried to think about it.

Her CPU was running without purpose.

After a long while, Chen’s mother slowly said: “I just ntioned it, you weren’t listening carefully…”

Nan Zhubin’s expression remained unchanged, and the opposing defense was a bit excessive.

This sort of adult with firmly yet twisted established beliefs is the most troubleso.

It would be too much to attack this direction anymore, so it was ti to change directions.

“You think Chen Ting has no problems, is a ‘good child.'” Nan Zhubin glanced at Chen Ting’s position.

The girl’s seat moved closer and closer to the periphery, almost the furthest place from her mother.

Nan Zhubin’s words began to reveal their sharp edge: “So, does being a ‘good child’ an there are no problems?”

Chen’s mother’s rationality seed to co back a bit.

She subconsciously replied: “How could there be a problem?”

Suddenly, she glanced at Chen Ting sowhat flustered.

It was as if she found her usual state, like activating so preset program, or as if she was demonstrating sothing, she began to chatter on.

“Tingting is sensible, obedient, and studies well.”

“I give her whatever she wants, how could she have any problems, how could there be any problems?”

Nan Zhubin’s eyes brightened.

Good, caught another keyword.

“You give her whatever she wants.” Nan Zhubin paused, “So, what does she want?”

Chen’s mother answered matter-of-factly:

“She likes art, so I pick her up and take her to learn piano and painting every day.”

“She doesn’t like eating vegetables, so every day I mix vegetables and fruits together into juice to supplent her nutrition.”

“And she is very competitive and ambitious.

I found her tutoring classes, found her teachers, we spent so much effort to get her to Jiang University…”

Nan Zhubin listened quietly, occasionally looking in Chen Ting’s direction.

Once Chen’s mother finished her chatter, Nan Zhubin slowly nodded.

“These sound like attentive and ticulous actions, and anyone who hears about it would agree you’re a good mother.”

This wasn’t any sarcastic critique, but a form of [affirmation] and [positive attention].

“However—”

Nan Zhubin suddenly threw out a highly destructive sentence he’d prepared:

“‘Chen Ting has psychological issues,’ might this incident damage your image as a [good mother]?”

“And in order to maintain this image, consciously or unconsciously, you sotis choose to ignore the harm Chen Ting actually suffers, to ignore the problems she truly has.”

“Chen’s mother—do you think there’s such a possibility?”

This statent was quite aggressive.

However, Chen’s mother didn’t imdiately refute it.

She was dumbfounded.

Nan Zhubin’s prior guided release had taken effect.

At this point, Chen’s mother had no excess energy left to vent rage, nor even to muster it.

She had long fallen into Nan Zhubin’s rhythm.

At this mont, as she followed the extension of Nan Zhubin’s previous topic, she subconsciously began to ponder.

Of course, Nan Zhubin didn’t expect to instantly break through a psychological defense that soone had spent decades constructing.

He knew he would encounter [defense].

Sure enough.

“How can you say that, how can you say that about …”

Chen’s mother was a bit flustered: “What mother would do things to harm their child?”

She looked around as if searching for an ally.

Naturally, her gaze landed on Chen Ting.

However.

At this mont, Chen Ting’s body was leaning as far away from Chen’s mother as possible.

If not for her decade-long habit of maintaining a “polite good child” persona, she might have just jumped off the couch.

“Tingting, you speak.”

…

Say what, say you’re a good mother?

Chen Ting opened her mouth, but found herself unable to make any sound.

“You’re a good mother” was sothing Chen Ting couldn’t admit, but also couldn’t deny.

To be fair, a mother who poured everything into both living and educational resources certainly surpassed the majority of mothers in society.

Compared to those extre cases, she might even be called a “good mother that others can only wish for.”

Chen Ting’s upbringing instilled a sense of filial gratitude within her.

Yet the ongoing pressure, combined with Wang An’s appearance, also involuntarily stirred resentnt in Chen Ting.

Chen Ting was often tornted by these two conflicting emotions.

Sotis she would think “It’s all mom’s fault,” and other tis she would bla herself “Mom has already done her best.”

This ntal conflict and contradiction were also one of the main reasons Chen Ting’s ntal state kept deteriorating.

She didn’t know what attitude to adopt toward life, work, or even her own family.

She couldn’t be grateful, nor could she harbor resentnt, and she couldn’t escape either.

No matter the choice, she lacked the courage to embrace it.

But today, today was different.

Faced with her mother’s question, Chen Ting looked at Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin responded with an encouraging glance.

The words of Nan Zhubin earlier, the energy derived from the consultation, and the encouragent from a “supporter” at this mont.

All these factors combined to form a big hand, finally pushing out what Chen Ting usually kept locked in her heart.

Pushed to the tip of her tongue.

“Mom.” Chen Ting took a deep breath.

“You’re a good mother.”

Chen’s mother revealed a relieved smile.

“But there’s sothing I’d like you to know.”

Chen Ting t Chen’s mother’s eyes and slowly said.