Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 88 - 88 87 Make Her Trip Over Her Own Feet

88: Chapter 87 Make Her Trip Over Her Own Feet 88: Chapter 87 Make Her Trip Over Her Own Feet A thirty-year-old man seeks to marry in a stable relationship of several years, while the young woman is opposed.

This is not uncommon in intergender relationships.

Especially in certain special circumstances.

“May I ask about your and your boyfriend’s professions?”

“He is an editor, seems to be with so magazine.” The visitor replied, “As for , I started my own business with an online shop and set up a studio.”

Hmm, it seems to fit the “certain special circumstances.”

The visitor blinked: “Is there a problem?”

Nan Zhubin lowered his head and silently noted a couple of things in the folder: “Nothing, just enriching the background information.

After all, you’re here for emotional consultation, and during the first consultation, we certainly need to gather as much information as possible.”

“Then can I continue talking about what happened that day?”

[Is there a strong desire to vent about the events of that night, so much so that it generates an intense need to express in specific scenarios?]

Nan Zhubin caught another point, but maintained a smile on his face, “Of course, please continue.”

The visitor rolled her eyes, speaking while shaking her head slightly: “He discussed marriage with .

When he first ntioned it, it was fine, but soon he beca very emotional, started to lose control, started to explode.”

“At the ti, I was watching a show, and he was playing a ga next to ; everything was normal.

But then he suddenly stopped and turned to , beca teary-eyed, said he couldn’t stand it anymore, and really started crying.”

The visitor snorted: “Can you believe it, a grown man actually cried, it was the first ti I saw him cry.”

Nan Zhubin’s smile faded slightly, but he maintained it: “How do you feel about that?”

“I…

was a bit angry.”

The boyfriend cried because he was rejected for a marriage proposal multiple tis, and the visitor’s reaction was anger.

“Why?”

The visitor frowned: “I felt like he was trying to gain sympathy, to act pitiful to move or sothing, to make agree to do sothing I didn’t want to do.”

[Eyes wandered, not looking at .]

[When she previously stated the duration of the relationship with her boyfriend and other basic information, she wasn’t in this state.]

[So is she lying now?]

In this line of work, Nan Zhubin has seen all kinds of visitors, and this type isn’t uncommon.

But inferring from experience, at this ti there should be a display of a “dismissive” look, indicating a feeling of victory in seeing through the boyfriend’s sche.

Of course, visitors co in all forms, and different people respond to the sa situation differently without surprise.

Nan Zhubin continued observing.

…

The visitor said: “I’m really tired from working during the day, I don’t want to comfort a teary-eyed thirty-year-old man.

I slamd the door and left, borrowed this dress from a good friend.”

Nan Zhubin asked: “Borrowed the dress?”

The visitor loosened the blanket over her, revealing parts that a low-cut sleeveless, bodycon dress should expose, and tugged a bit at the fabric on her waist: “Yes, this dress is borrowed, not mine.”

While saying this, she lowered her head and smiled slightly, then looked at Nan Zhubin, seeming a little embarrassed.

Nan Zhubin gave no reaction to this behavior and guided the topic: “And then you went to a bar?”

“Yes, I went to a bar.”

The visitor still had a strong desire to narrate this experience: “My friend and I started drinking—or rather, I was the one drinking while she was comforting .”

“During this ti, a few n ca over wanting my contact information, but my friend blocked them.

She said she envied , said I was lucky.”

“Later on, my friend got tired and left first.

Then another guy appeared at the bar.”

[Eyes wandered for a mont and then solidified, a story half true and half false?]

[No, it’s a real frawork with so incorrect details added.]

[What’s the purpose of filling in these false details?]

“He was tall, handso, and very graceful.

To be honest, I never expected to et soone like him in a bar.”

“The ones who approached earlier were all driven away by us, but with this guy…

we started talking.”

“He knows a lot, has broad interests, skiing, horseback riding, archery, and has traveled to many places, all of which he spoke about in an organized manner.”

“At first, it was fine, but by the third drink, he suddenly wanted to move to sowhere else for a drink.”

The visitor frowned as if complaining but quickly relaxed: “Initially I felt very repelled, but suddenly—interest arose.”

Nan Zhubin made no comnt, considering the visitor was still greatly engaged in recounting.

“I thought that I’d never had such an experience in a bar before.

Would I really just marry my boyfriend and never get the chance to experience this again?

After all, you know, Mr.

Nan—it’s generally unacceptable after marriage, even less so going to bars.”

“Shouldn’t one experience everything while young?”

Nan Zhubin caught onto an important point: “Do you think your thoughts at that ti were more about your own considerations or more about the quarrel you just had with your boyfriend?”

“…Of course, it was about , I wanted to experience it.”

Nan Zhubin observed the visitor’s expression, and felt he understood.

Combining with the story the visitor had just told, Nan Zhubin multitasked and began organizing his thoughts.

The visitor continued to narrate: “So, we went out.

I was holding his arm, and the breeze on the road was very refreshing.”

She smiled for a mont but her expression froze again afterward: “But, when we reached the hotel reception, I suddenly felt…

really uncomfortable, so I shook off the guy’s hand.

He got very angry, grabbed , and we almost got into a fight.

He yelled at and I started screaming too…”

“Luckily there were other people nearby then…”

“All of this happened last night, just last night…”

At this point, the visitor started crying again.

The story ended.

An average person listening up to this point would be disappointed, feeling like the key part wasn’t told.

Perhaps the visitor had prepared another more detailed and completely different version, but due to certain limitations, couldn’t say it.

And now Nan Zhubin’s train of thought was clear.

The shaking and the fear the visitor was exhibiting at the mont were genuine, not faked.

But too many details in the story were false.

With visitors who in their first sessions weave in too many stories to cover up, confronting them directly might be a way, but that easily triggers strong subsequent defenses.

The best thod is to let the visitor unravel their own lies, letting their left foot trip over their right foot.

Taking advantage of the gap when the other party was calming down, Nan Zhubin began to organize his words.