The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A while later, Xiao Lu then told him that Jin Qingyan was flirting with some gorgeous women.

Xiao Huang was shocked beyond words, for he understood Jin Qingyan all too well after being by his side for so many years.

Jin Qingyan would usually only patronize nightclubs together with Long Tianze and Ling Ciye. He would rarely go to such places on his own, let alone flirt with other women.

It was not like him at all.

Could it be that he was getting lonely without a woman by his side? Xiao Huang wondered.

Xiao Huang could not figure out what Jin Qingyan was thinking and instead could only instruct Xiao Lu to continue keeping close tabs on him.

Xiao Huang and Xiao Lu could not sleep well for the rest of the night.

In fact, they did not catch a wink at all.

It was already almost daybreak by the time Xiao Lu brought the intoxicated Jin Qingyan home. They then helped him upstairs together.

They froze in astonishment the moment they unlocked the door with his fingerprint.

There were clothes all over the room.

To be exact, the clothes were strewn across the floor.

It looked as if a burglary had just taken place.

The room was practically like a crime scene.

Shouldn't the clothing and shoes be inside the dressing room?

Why are they all over the place?

Both of them were completely bewildered.

Jin Qingyan usually had high standards for the cleanliness of his bedroom due to his mysophobia. He would never leave his things lying around or let his bedroom become so cluttered.

Xiao Huang immediately instructed the servants to clean up the mess before going to bed.

Xiao Huang and Xiao Lu were probably the only subordinates who had to live so pathetically.

Just why is that so?

After a long sequence of events that hindered them from getting enough sleep, they finally dozed off after settling everything. Yet, they were jolted awake again after just two hours.

"Young Sir, you didn't sleep at all last night. Why don't you get more rest?"

Jin Qingyan had already changed into a fresh set of clothes and washed himself up. He had clearly taken a shower, for he no longer reeked so strongly of alcohol.

He looked up at them and asked, "Xiao Huang, Xiao Lu, would you believe me if I said that I can't remember a thing about what happened last night?"

"Young Sir… you had a drop too many and were knocked out of your consciousness."

"You don't understand what I mean. What I meant was, I only remember yesterday's events up to when I went to bed at eight o'clock. I remember I fell asleep, but I have no idea what happened next…"

They looked at each other in utter shock and puzzlement.

"Young Sir, we both thought you were acting rather strangely too. We've never seen you leave the house dressed in red from head to toe with eyeliner on. Furthermore, you even flirted with girls at the nightclub. I told Xiao Lu to tail you…" said Xiao Huang.

"I know, I watched the surveillance camera footage."

The first thing Jin Qingyan did when he woke up was to rush to the washroom to throw up.

The first thing that came to his mind when he looked into the mirror after vomiting was to check the surveillance camera footages.

He did not suspect that it was a malicious prank at all, because he knew that no one would dare to enter his room without his permission.

After taking a shower and changing into a fresh set of clothes, he proceeded to view the surveillance camera footages.

Jin Qingyan froze in astonishment the moment he watched the playback.

The most terrifying part of it all was the fact that he had no recollection of what happened at all.

He had no idea what was eating him.

Despite not knowing what was going on, Xiao Lu could not help but say, "Young Sir… shall we… go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"Yes. Xiao Huang, contact the best professional psychiatrist in town for me before getting some rest."

"Alright," Xiao Huang answered softly.

A look of agony formed on his face at the thought of An Xiaoning. "Also, I'll be giving both of you a task," he added.

"Please speak, Young Sir."

"Firstly, you're not to let Shixin or Young Madam know about this at all. I'll tell Shixin about it myself when he's back. Secondly, if something similar happens again in the future, you're allowed to knock me out and lock me up at home. Got it?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, you're dismissed. Inform me once you've contacted the psychiatrist."

"Yes, Young Sir."

The two of them excused themselves.

Jin Qingyan's hands turned cold and clammy the moment the door was closed. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he did not feel warm at all even though the heater was switched on.

Ever since he was diagnosed with depression, which made him experience all sorts of pains and aches, he had begun sensing something amiss with his mental health.

Perhaps he was extremely affected by the incident with An Xiaoning as well as his parents' divorce.

However, he was determined to get treated regardless of what his condition was.

An hour later, Xiao Huang drove a renowned psychiatrist, Dr. Zhang, back to Wei Ni Estate. Dr. Zhang was in his fifties and was a professor from a major hospital. It would usually be difficult to schedule an appointment with him.

He only agreed to come this time because Jin Qingyan was willing to offer a high wage for his services.

Jin Qingyan and Dr. Zhang sat opposite each other in Jin Qingyan's study, leaving a table in between them.

"Before I begin, I have a request I'd like you to concede. I hope you'll keep the details of my condition confidential," said Jin Qingyan.

"Rest assured, Mr. Jin, this is the basic moral ethic that medical professionals ought to follow."

Needless to say, Dr. Zhang wouldn't dare to breathe a word about it to others, for he knew how authoritative and powerful Jin Qingyan was.

"That's good. I believe in your work ethic, Dr. Zhang. However, I'd still have to ask you to sign a non-disclosure," said Jin Qingyan, sliding him a copy of the non-disclosure agreement he had printed out earlier.

After reading through the terms stated in the agreement and making sure that there was no mistake, Dr. Zhang signed his name and stamped his thumbprint onto the designated boxes.

"Mr. Jin, you may speak now," said Dr. Zhang.

"What happened is, I fell asleep at eight o'clock last night and I lost conscious awareness of what happened until I woke up…" Jin Qingyan slowly explained everything that had happened.

Upon hearing his words, Dr. Zhang immediately deduced, "Mr. Jin, you're diagnosed with a classic case of schizophrenia. It's a rare mental and psychological disorder. There is currently no cure or treatment methods available for your condition, which is basically a result of your emotional disorders. Schizophrenia refers to the existence of two conflicting personalities within one mind."

Jin Qingyan was struck with a huge blow the moment he heard that his condition was incurable and instantly felt like he was no longer in control of himself.

"Why did that happen…"

"You must've had a serious emotional setback in the past, Mr. Jin. You don't feel secure and your family is not heartwarming. Those are very likely causes, and there are only a few cases of schizophrenia in the world at the moment."

"I was previously diagnosed with depression. I suffered from severe insomnia, headaches, and sudden, acute aches all over my body."

Dr. Zhang sighed and said, "I'm afraid those were just precursor symptoms of schizophrenia. Mr. Jin, did you consume any medication after your diagnosis?"

"I did, periodically."

"Since you've hired me to be your personal psychiatrist, I have the duty to control your other personality and stop him from showing, Mr. Jin. You may keep your condition in control with the aid of medication, though not entirely. The crucial bit is that you have to rid yourself of stress and over-exhaustion. Sometimes, some people do view this condition as having two souls in one body. Although that may seem to be the case on the surface, the reality is otherwise. Both personalities belong to you, one is the angel while the other is the devil. It all depends on you, actually. I still think that there's hope for mental and emotional disorders that allegedly have no cure to them, as claimed by medical students and professionals."