Chapter 587: The young master can hear thoughts again! 03

I understand the young master Fu's condition; please rest assured, I will do my utmost to treat him.

Eh, thanks for the trouble. Xu Li looked somewhat worried, still saying in advance as a precaution.

Recently Mu Ci's condition has worsened again, and he's become even more resistant to seeing a psychiatrist; if he offends you, please forgive him, Mr. Jin.

No, Madam Fu is overthinking.

Jin Chen glanced toward the overly quiet third floor with his peripheral vision, already eager to see his own wife.

I'll go up first to see the young master; is this fruit platter for him?

Yes, nanny Aunt Song replied, nodding, "but the young master doesn't like seeing us, so usually we place it precisely at ten-ten on the rack by the door for him to fetch himself."

Leave it to me.

Jin Chen took the fruit platter from her hand and headed straight for the third floor.

I hope this doctor can last a bit longer.

Xu Li sighed sorrowfully; she truly didn't know what to do.

It'll be fine. Fu Zhenhua comfortingly embraced his wife, though his tone lacked conviction.

After all, he's said this many times over the years; it's almost become an obsession.

Half of the third floor is Fu Muci's 'territory,' starting from the hallway corner, extending to the study, sitting room, and bedroom.

The study serves as an office, and the psychiatrist's treatment basically takes place here as well.

Even Fu Family parents are only allowed into the sitting room; the bedroom hasn't been entered in a long time, only servants sneak in while he's in the study to clean, ensuring they remain completely undetected—he's even sensitive to subtle changes in scent.

Jin Chen stood at the study's door, deliberately watching the time.

Ten oh nine.

He wasn't in a rush; instead, he held the fruit platter and waited in place for a minute.

Sure enough, at exactly ten-ten, Fu Muci opened the study door to check the rack, finding it empty.

He instinctively frowned, standing still.

He looked quite at a loss.

〖Really cute! 〗

A faint joy instantly welled up in Jin Chen's gentle brows.

The young man before him had delicate features, his face somewhat pallid now, but his eyes were strikingly unusual—like glass, clear and constantly emanating a chill, repelling anyone's approach.

【Detected world's villain, current Blackening Value 60! Mission requirement: Blackening Value to zero, change the villain's tragic ending】

Fu Muci suddenly shuddered, turned his head to meet Jin Chen's gaze, a hint of panic in his eyes.

Young master, I've brought you a fruit platter.

Jin Chen spoke at the right moment, the smile on his face flawless.

Fu Muci stared at Jin Chen for a few seconds, as if confirming something.

Both remained silent.

Until Jin Chen's smile grew somewhat stiff.

〖What's this, do I look ugly……〗

Jin Chen silently cursed, his brow twitching; just as he was about to speak again, he saw Fu Muci finally seem to have figured something out and dart into the room.

His brow twitched, and he hurried forward to follow behind.

He didn't want to be turned away at the door.

The study's decor was also simple, even somewhat empty, making one unconsciously feel distant from the person at the desk.

It was a very clever arrangement.

Jin Chen glanced for just a second, his gaze landing on the already seated Fu Muci.

He stepped closer, yet did not overstep the defensive safe distance, placing the fruit platter on an empty spot of the desk.

He also took the opportunity to carefully examine the somewhat aloof young man before him.

〖How can he be so thin. 〗

His brow furrowed slightly, he felt a pang of pity, but didn't show it on his face.

On the contrary, Fu Muci lifted his gaze again; the astonishment in his eyes had not faded.

He heard Jin Chen's tone laced with pity, yet felt no sympathy at all.

He seemed different from other psychiatrists.

Fu Muci lowered his eyes, silent, curled his fingertips slightly, and casually picked up a piece of fruit to eat.

Jin Chen also didn't continue the conversation, merely giving a brief self-introduction, without mentioning anything like 'psychiatrist'.

I'm Jin Chen, the person who will be responsible for taking care of you from now on.

He hadn't brought his glasses today; his slightly peach-blossom-shaped eyes now held a gentle smile.

Fu Muci still didn't speak, simply eating fruit by himself, his eyes also only fixed on the data report on the screen.

But Jin Chen could tell that, when he had just spoken, the young master's fruit-eating motion had obviously paused—clearly he had listened.

〖The initial acquaintance was fairly pleasant, although I was the only one speaking the whole time. 〗

Jin Chen was already quite satisfied.

Fu Muci slightly opened his mouth, but still said nothing.

The order in which he ate fruit was also worth noting; Jin Chen paid close attention.

〖He doesn't seem to like eating green grapes much. 〗

Although he did eat a few, but according to his fruit-eating sequence, it's already a rare occurrence.

But it seems not that he dislikes green grapes, but rather……

Jin Chen picked up a few green grapes, peeled off their skins under Fu Muci's somewhat surprised gaze, and placed them back onto the platter.

"My hands are clean; if the young master finds them dirty, could the kitchen prepare another bunch of green grapes?"

"He didn't strongly insist that Fu Muci eat; he merely made a friendly suggestion."

"Looking at the man's distinctively jointed fingers, merely stained with some water marks, they indeed looked not dirty."

"Fu Muci pursed his lips, yet still picked up one and ate it."

"A faint sense of satisfaction lingered between his brows."

"Peeled green grapes were indeed more delicious."

"Jin Chen couldn't help but chuckle lightly."

"〖Really cute, I want to rub his head. 〗"

"\"Cough cough cough... \""

"Fu Muci choked on a green grape, coughed a few times before swallowing, and his gaze also became somewhat doubtful."

"He frowned deeply, thinking this doctor was very strange."

"Although he wasn't as dislikeable as those before, he liked to think of some very strange things."

"Just where exactly am I cute?"

"And why can I so easily hear this person's inner voice?"

"Obviously before, I could only……"

"Seemingly recalling a bad memory, Fu Muci's face turned even paler, and his fingers began to anxiously pick at the tabletop."

"If Fu Muci's parents were here, they would surely recognize this as the sign of his impending illness."

"Not only is he autistic, but he also has manic-depressive tendencies."

"Jin Chen noticed in time and quickly changed the subject: 'Besides the green grapes, this fruit platter seems to also have some fruit the young master doesn't like.'"

"Fu Muci slightly startled, the inexplicable emotion was carried away by this topic; he lowered his head to look at the fruit platter that actually hadn't been touched much."

"He eats everything in order; what can this person discern?"

"Even Father and Mother couldn't tell."

"Fu Muci seemed to finally take some interest in this topic, and his clear gaze also fell on Jin Chen."

"\"If I guessed correctly, could the young master promise me a small request? \""

"Jin Chen continued to guide patiently, without rushing to voice his speculation."

"Fu Muci didn't speak, merely gave a slight nod, small in amplitude, but Jin Chen still caught it."