Chapter 920: Chapter 900 Huo Zhenyang, You’re Sick!
Huo Zhenyang’s gaze sharpened, but the fingertips holding her chin softened inexplicably.
Finally, he reversed her grip and no longer objected to her suggestion to take Little Doubao to a psychologist.
She felt the sour jealousy emanating from him dissipate, sticking out her tongue slightly and letting out a breath of relief.
Before she could fully exhale, Huo Zhenyang solemnly added,
"Even if he’s my nephew, there has to be a limit; you can’t treat him too well. Besides, Little Doubao is a boy after all, and he’s not that young anymore—he’s already six years old. Boys at this age start to develop crushes on the opposite sex easily. Kids nowadays fall in love early; if he started school soon, he could even have a little girlfriend by now. You get what I mean, right?"
This man who could eat jealousy from his nephew and even his own son was truly difficult to deal with.
She gritted her teeth: "A six-year-old boy, and he’s your nephew—are you actually worried he might have a crush on me? Only someone like you could think this way! What kind of uncle are you!?"
"It’s common for little boys to have an Oedipus complex, so why wouldn’t it be possible for one to secretly crush on his uncle’s woman?"
"Huo Zhenyang, you’re perverted...!"
He tilted her petite, soft chin upward, stared at her coldly, and didn’t deny it: "Perverted then it is."
No one of the opposite sex would be exempt.
She belonged to him alone, and even sharing her with his own son was something he was reluctant to do, let alone his nephew.
She was scorched by the intensity of his gaze, feeling uncomfortably warm: "I’m done talking to you—I’m going to check if Zaizai and the others are done bathing..."
Wait, wanting to go to the bathroom to help two little boys bathe?
Just imagining it made Huo Zhenyang’s handsome face darken, his blood surging slightly. He swept his arm around her waist, picked her up, and went upstairs without hesitation.
"Hey, hey, what the heck are you doing?!"
"You."
"I... I just got back from the garden and I’m all sweaty!"
"So what? You’ll be sweaty again afterward anyway."
"..."
Huo Zhenyang, you admitting to being a pervert truly shows impressive self-awareness!
***
The next day, after dropping Zaizai off at kindergarten, Jiayi took Little Doubao to An Haokang’s studio.
Ever since moving back to Disheng, her weekly hypnosis sessions with Dr. An had resumed just like before.
After parking the car, Jiayi led Little Doubao out, knowing it was his first time seeing a psychologist. Worried he might be nervous, she squatted down before entering the building and spoke gently:
"In a bit, I’ll take you to see a doctor uncle. This uncle is the one treating me—he’s very skilled, and he can also help you. Once your illness is cured, you’ll be able to laugh and talk just like Zaizai and the other kids, go to kindergarten, and make lots of friends. So, Little Doubao, don’t be afraid, okay?"
Little Doubao nodded uncertainly, half understanding.
Jiayi was about to lead him into the building when the sound of screeching tires came from behind.
A familiar silver-gray luxury car stopped in front of them.
The driver stepped out first, walked to the back, and opened the door: "Madam."
Su Yan emerged, her expression turning sour upon seeing Jiayi about to enter the building with Little Doubao. She approached them coldly: "What do you think you’re doing?"
Jiayi hadn’t expected Su Yan to show up.
Clearly, her visit today must have reached Su Yan’s ears.
"I’m taking Little Doubao to see a psychologist. Is there a problem?" Jiayi said calmly.
Su Yan replied icily, "I’ve already arranged for Little Doubao’s doctor. There’s no need for you to find another. A patient should have only one attending doctor; seeing too many can create confusion and worsen things. Besides, how do you know this so-called doctor isn’t just some quack? Who’ll bear the responsibility for a misdiagnosis? Little Doubao, come to me—you’re coming home with me today."
Little Doubao swallowed hard and hid behind Jiayi.
To avoid scaring him, Jiayi bent down and pointed toward the building: "Go inside first, and I’ll be right there."
Little Doubao obediently climbed the steps.
Watching him go, Jiayi turned her gaze to Su Yan: "Dr. An is internationally renowned in psychology—definitely not some quack. Feel free to rest assured. Also, since we agreed that Little Doubao would go back tomorrow, are you now disregarding Zhenyang’s trust or ignoring the old master’s instructions?"
"Don’t try to talk circles with me! I’m his guardian right now—I decide what he can and cannot do. And I told you, I’ve already found the best doctor for him. You have no right to take him to someone else. Chu Jiayi, let me remind you once again: you’ve already divorced Huo Zhenyang, you’re a murder suspect with a ruined reputation, and the old master still hasn’t allowed you back into the Huo Family. Who do you think you are? You really see yourself as Little Doubao’s aunt? Don’t think I don’t know your ulterior motives—you just want to get close to Little Doubao so you can win Tianpei’s favor, hoping he’ll let you remarry Huo Zhenyang faster!"
Jiayi frowned in disgust, disinclined to argue further. Hearts stained with darkness see everything as dark; talking to such people is pointless: "Since you’re so proficient at guessing motives, let me take a stab at yours. You’re stopping me from treating Little Doubao because you’re afraid his condition will improve, making him a normal child—something that would make it inconvenient for you to control him, isn’t that right?"
"Shut—" Su Yan growled, but before she could finish saying "up," Jiayi stepped forward, closing the distance and lowering her voice: "Or maybe you’ve already had a hand in his father’s death, and now you wouldn’t mind keeping Little Doubao under your thumb to ruin him too?"
"You—" Su Yan’s face turned pale as she glanced around, ensuring no one overheard before steadying herself and glaring at Jiayi: "What nonsense are you spouting?!"
"You know perfectly well what I’m saying," Jiayi retorted with a smile, suddenly leaning toward Su Yan’s ear. "Su Yan, there’s a limit to everything. You’ve already schemed against and killed the second master. So show some humanity and leave this child be, won’t you?" After stepping back, her expression turned frosty: "Now, Madam Huo, can I take Little Doubao to the doctor?"
Despite the sunny weather, Su Yan’s back was drenched in cold sweat. Her heart raced uncontrollably as she hesitated about interfering further. Gritting her teeth, she relented: "Fine. I’ll pick Little Doubao up tomorrow!"
She turned abruptly and climbed back into her car. "Drive—go home!"
Watching the luxury car disappear from view, Jiayi let out a sigh of relief. But as she turned, she spotted Little Doubao standing on the steps—when had he come back out?
A pang hit her heart.
Could Little Doubao have overheard the previous exchange?
"Come on, let’s go inside," Jiayi said, acting as if nothing had happened. She climbed the steps and extended her hand toward him.
Yet Little Doubao remained motionless, looking up and staring in the direction where Su Yan had left.
