I, a doctor of psychology, dressed up as the wedding bride of a wealthy and crazy CEO. On our wedding night, he pinched my shoulder and his eyes were scarlet: "You want to control me too?" I tore up the "Code of Tenderness" with my backhand and whispered in his ear: "No, I'm here to cure you."
Everyone said that the second young son of the Lu family was a lunatic inspired by his mother who fell into the sea and was an abandoned son of the family. Only I know that every "attack" he has is a bloody and tearful accusation of the "accident" twelve years ago.
I established a safe zone for him, used professional anti-drug control, and brought him back to the world on countless nights of collapse. He relied on me, trusted me, and in the moment of clarity, he held on to the corners of my clothes and said, "Don't leave." It wasn't until the family banquet that he regained consciousness in front of everyone and accurately pointed out the loopholes in his brother's accounts. Everyone was in an uproar, and I was shocked to realize that his "illness" was actually a carefully planned imprisonment. And my time travel does not seem to be accidental. When the man behind the scenes finally surfaced, he pressed me against the piano and said in a hoarse voice: "Doctor, I will spend the rest of my life paying for your diagnosis and treatment. Is it enough?"
