Chapter 924: Chapter 904: Bumping into a Ghost?
Although she had taken fever medicine at the office and her fever had subsided long ago, she still felt utterly drained and weak.
Su Yan, as usual, brought Little Doubao to Huo Tianpei’s room to talk and bond as grandfather and grandson.
These basic tasks of pleasing Huo Tianpei still needed to be done.
Huo Tianpei played with Little Doubao for a while and, noticing her discomfort, said gently, "I heard from my assistant that you had a fever this morning and have been busy at the office all day. If you’re still not feeling well, go get some rest."
Hearing that Su Yan wasn’t feeling well, Little Doubao also looked up at her and even stood up on his own, as if he wanted to leave with her.
Su Yan was indeed somewhat exhausted. Hearing the old man’s suggestion, she took Little Doubao and left Huo Tianpei’s room.
Once outside, Su Yan handed Little Doubao to the assistant: "Take the young master back to his room to sleep."
The assistant took Little Doubao’s hand, but the boy was slow to leave, continuously staring at Su Yan. The assistant said with a hint of flattery, "Madam, the young master has become much more well-behaved these past few days under your care. Seeing that you’re unwell, he’s probably worried about you."
Su Yan’s eyebrows furrowed faintly. It was this little rascal who had worn her out to the point of illness, yet she still forced a radiant smile and patted Little Doubao on the head: "Little Doubao, don’t worry. I’m fine. Go to sleep now."
Her tone was so sweet, it was almost syrupy.
Little Doubao glanced at Su Yan again before obediently following the assistant back to his room.
Su Yan watched his retreating figure and let out a sigh of relief.
No matter what, there was some progress—at least the child was starting to listen to her.
......
Back in her bedroom, although she was overwhelmingly sleepy, she didn’t forget to deliberately turn on one of the wall lamps.
Only after seeing the soft glow in the corner did she put on her sleep mask and lie down with a sense of security.
The night deepened.
She had no idea what time it was.
A faint sound stirred in the quiet darkness.
Though subtle, the small noise was unnervingly distinct in the still night.
Su Yan, who had already been suffering from poor sleep these days, suddenly startled awake and pulled off her eye mask.
The bedroom lamp—had gone out!
Cold sweat broke out all over her body.
She was certain she had turned the light on tonight!
No, she had to figure out what was going on!
Drenched in sweat, she turned over, got out of bed, turned the light back on, and opened the bedroom door.
Outside her bedroom was the living room of the suite.
At this hour, all the lights were off, and the living room was shrouded in dimness.
This presidential suite was occupied only by her and Huo Tianpei.
The close personal assistant lived in the adjacent room.
Holding her breath, she stepped cautiously toward the suite’s entrance, intending to check with the assistant next door to see if anyone had entered her room.
But before she reached the main door, a shadow slipped into her line of sight.
The figure, with long hair and dressed in white, seemed to hover effortlessly.
Noticing her emergence, the figure froze and locked eyes with her in a direct, unflinching gaze.
Su Yan’s footsteps halted, her pupils dilated, her body chilled to the core—
Was it Xiaolei? Could it really be Xiaolei?
Her soul seemed to flee her body in that instant as she instinctively shrank into a corner, clutching her head:
"...I’m sorry... don’t come looking for me... I didn’t mean to... don’t come looking for me... If you want to blame someone, blame yourself... You were the one who cursed at me... That’s why I accidentally—"
The shadow seemed startled by Su Yan’s reaction and quickly disappeared from the doorway.
Two to three minutes later, the living room lights abruptly powered on, one by one.
The assistants rushed in and found Su Yan huddled in a corner, visibly shaken. They hurried to help her up. "Madam, are you all right?"
Even Huo Tianpei was alarmed. He emerged from his bedroom, leaning on his mahogany cane, looking puzzled. "What’s going on?"
Su Yan, who had already been helped onto the sofa, took a few deep breaths to steady herself. Seeing Huo Tianpei, she quickly rose and stammered, "It... it’s nothing. I... I just had a nightmare."
Huo Tianpei frowned as he studied her pale, bloodless face. "Are you sure you’re okay?"
"I’m fine," Su Yan quickly reassured him. "Tianpei, I’m sorry for disturbing you. Let me help you back to your room to rest."
A nightmare? How did she end up in the living room because of a nightmare?
And why was she this startled?
Huo Tianpei’s gaze remained skeptical.
Su Yan had been acting strange these past few days.
His bedroom was just on the other side of the living room, and earlier, he thought he heard her muttering incessantly, almost as if she was speaking to someone.
Her current state—it really looked like she had run into a ghost or something.
The assistants in the room were clearly thinking the same thing as Huo Tianpei, but no one dared to say a word.
Escorting Huo Tianpei back to his room, Su Yan ensured he was settled in, closed the door, and exited.
In the living room, she glanced at the assistants who had yet to leave. Calming herself, she sternly instructed, "What happened tonight—don’t go around talking about it."
The assistants exchanged glances before nodding. "Understood, Madam."
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Today was Jiayi’s hypnotherapy session.
She personally dropped Little Baozi off at school that morning.
After taking Zaizai to kindergarten, she stopped by An Haokang’s studio on her way back.
Following the session, as usual, Jiayi chatted briefly with An Haokang about her progress in treatment.
When it was about time to leave, she was just about to bid farewell to Dr. An when he casually asked, "...Is Mrs. Huo doing better these days?"
Jiayi, who had been about to rise, froze: "What do you mean?"
Noticing her apparent cluelessness, An Haokang frowned slightly. "Mrs. Huo has been undergoing psychological treatment recently. One of her therapists happens to be a former colleague of mine from Europe, and we’ve privately discussed this case. That’s how I know. What, you didn’t know?"
Psychological treatment is generally regarded as private information, and medical ethics dictate that it shouldn’t be disclosed casually.
However, Jiayi was different.
She used to be the daughter-in-law of the Huo Family and had recently moved back to live with them. After all the time spent in treatment, her relationship with An Haokang had grown close as well. He assumed she knew about Su Yan’s therapy, which is why he had mentioned it offhand.
Jiayi’s expression shifted slightly: "I didn’t know. Dr. An, does she... have a problem?"
Seeing her genuinely unaware, An Haokang hesitated.
Jiayi understood that disclosing a patient’s private information would be unethical, especially since Su Yan wasn’t even his patient but rather a case managed by one of his colleagues, making it even less appropriate for him to speak.
But the urge to make sense of this gnawed at her mind like a relentless itch.
Su Yan, undergoing psychological treatment...
Jiayi took a moment, then said, "Dr. An, I understand it’s inappropriate to ask you to reveal a patient’s private matters, but this is important to me. Please tell me why Mrs. Huo is undergoing therapy. I assure you I won’t tell a soul or tarnish your reputation."
Rarely had An Haokang seen Jiayi this earnest—or pleading with him, for that matter. Her determined gaze eventually prompted him to speak: "From what my colleague told me, Mrs. Huo has been mentally and physically exhausted, suffering from poor sleep and constant nightmares. She claims that objects in her room are inexplicably being moved—like a lamp she swears she turned on but finds turned off when she wakes. She even claims to have... seen a ghost."
"A ghost?"
"According to her, it’s a young woman with long hair, dressed in white. But of course, my colleague determined these symptoms to be hallucinations caused by her mental state. As for the inexplicable movement of objects, it’s likely due to forgetfulness from her chronic stress. Nonetheless, Mrs. Huo remains deeply disturbed and in poor condition. She’s currently attending daily sessions at my colleague’s private clinic."
