Chapter 590: The young master can hear his inner voice again! 06

Then Fu Mu Ci pretended not to have heard anything.

He stared at the screen before him, simply not looking at Jin Chen, who was waiting for a reply.

Then Jin Chen still didn't speak, not even repeating a second time, just patiently sitting on the sofa waiting.

After nearly two minutes, Fu Mu Ci furtively poked his head out from the screen, cautiously glancing at Jin Chen.

How did this person suddenly become quiet?

Jin Chen noticed his small movement, the smile at the corner of his lips impossible to hide; he timely looked over, just meeting Fu Mu Ci's eyes.

"Now, young master, are you willing to pay attention to me?"

He did it on purpose!

Fu Mu Ci immediately realized the problem, quickly looked away, but could no longer pretend not to have heard.

He could only nod; a few seconds later, he shook his head.

Jin Chen understood, "You have time today, but not now?"

Fu Mu Ci was somewhat surprised, his gaze shifting from astonishment to scrutiny.

This person couldn't possibly also hear his own inner voice, could he?

He shifted his body, turned his head away in a huff, and refused to pay attention to anyone no matter what.

I don't know where this temper came from.

Seeing this, Jin Chen was quite surprised, not knowing what he had done today to upset this little ancestor.

Jin Chen sighed, resignedly stood up to coax him.

"Young master, you're acting strange today; if you don't want to see me, you could have just closed the door earlier."

He had already stood beside the desk, and was even trying, somewhat pushily, to rub the young master's head.

"Why bother being angry with me here?"

"Well, he was fine, how did he suddenly get angry? He does have a temper."

The temperamental Fu Mu Ci refused to lift his head, yet did not reject Jin Chen's approach.

He frowned his nose in puzzlement, smelling a pleasant fragrance from this new psychological counselor.

A fragrance he had never smelled before.

As he was thinking, a warm, weighty palm landed on his head, gently rubbing twice like coaxing a child.

"Young master, be good and answer my question, okay?"

Even his tone was gentle.

But Fu Mu Ci heard another sentence.

"The young master's anger is also cute; finally I got to touch his hair!"

Fu Mu Ci: "..."

His face instantly reddened, and he dodged Jin Chen's hand.

He finally spoke his first words in two days.

"Busy, wait a moment..."

His voice, unused for a long time, was somewhat hoarse, with a distinctive coldness.

Jin Chen, satisfied, withdrew his hand, "No problem, young master, you can attend to your business first; my whole day is yours."

Fu Mu Ci's eyes flickered, he gave Jin Chen a strange look.

Aren't those psychological counselors always saying that daily therapeutic energy is limited, and one must adjust to the time?

Why doesn't this person say that?

However, not disturbing his own work, this point actually made Fu Mu Ci quite satisfied.

Without minding his inexplicably heating cheeks, Fu Mu Ci focused on starting work.

After a while, Jin Chen, who didn't want to read today, began pretending to scroll on his phone, but his eyes were practically glued to his own wife's face.

Thus Fu Mu Ci began to be frequently disturbed.

"His serious working appearance is also adorable."

"I still want to touch his head."

"How is the young master so busy every day, I feel heartache."

……

And so on.

Pa-ta!

The sound of typing suddenly stopped; Fu Mu Ci closed his notebook, his delicate cheeks already flushed crimson.

He shot Jin Chen a glance tinged with slight annoyance.

Jin Chen slowly sat upright, his eyes doubtful.

"What a guy! Who made his young master angry!"

"Who belongs to your household now!"

Fu Mu Ci opened his mouth to scold, but couldn't utter a word.

What's the difference between this and personally admitting he can hear his thoughts?

The young master could only stew in his own anger.

Then let Jin Chen guess.

"What's wrong, young master, suddenly unhappy?"

Jin Chen tentatively asked that question.

It's still all your fault.

Fu Mu Ci pressed his lips tightly, his face growing increasingly stiff.

Jin Chen, frightened, thought he was about to have an attack, and hurried forward to check on him.

"If you're willing, young master, shall we begin the first stage of treatment now?"

Jin Chen lowered his gaze to the seated youth, his eyes focused and gentle, as if eagerly awaiting his answer.

Seeing Fu Mu Ci's lack of reaction, Jin Chen began to coax him gently.

"My treatment is different; if you're willing to cooperate, young master, you can take less medicine today."

The thing Fu Mu Ci dislikes most is having to take medicine every day.

And it's a lot of medicine.

Sometimes he has to take even more to stabilize his mood, but the consequence is that he feels terrible at night, and his mood swings become worse.

He has never told anyone about this.

And no psychologist has discovered it either.

Hearing Jin Chen's words, Fu Mu Ci's eyes lit up slightly, but he still couldn't quite believe it.

"I won't lie to you, young master; if you can, try to believe me."

Jin Chen soothed him with a few more words; the firmness and confidence in his eyes made it easy to trust him.

Thus Fu Mu Ci nodded, his voice hoarse.

"Good."

"Well behaved."

Jin Chen, as he wished, touched the top of his head again and gently rubbed it twice.

"Then please come over, young master, and sit down in the resting area."

After Fu Mu Ci took his seat, Jin Chen produced the things he had prepared almost all night the previous evening.

A meditation-dedicated music box, an incense burner, and a piece of embroidered fabric that looked strongly energetic.

Fu Mu Ci looked curiously, and then heard Jin Chen's voice sounding directly ahead of him.

"Now close your eyes, let your feet hang naturally to the floor, and maintain as comfortable a posture as possible."

He instinctively followed along.

"Do two rounds of free breathing: inhale…… exhale."

The incense was lit, a wisp of blue smoke rose, and the soothing agarwood scent spread through the room.

Fu Mu Ci caught the scent, and suddenly his mind wandered.

There was no pleasant scent like that on him.

But the next second he was drawn back by Jin Chen's voice, accompanied by a melodic guqin background.

"Imagine our breath's energy coming from the sky and the earth, breathing slowly…… while the energy enters the heart."

"At this moment, feel the sun's energy hovering beside you; as you inhale, this energy pierces the crown of your head, and as you exhale, you feel boundless expanse……"

Jin Chen's tone was slow and warmly low, allowing Fu Mu Ci to relax quickly and follow along.

Suddenly, a warm palm rested on his hand; Jin Chen placed his hand on Fu Mu Ci's, and gentle Spiritual Power threads gradually seeped in.

"At the same time, silently vow in your heart: May I be tranquil, may my mind and chest remain open."

"May I awaken the light of my true nature……"

This initial meditation didn't last long, only fifteen minutes.

Jin Chen observed Fu Mu Ci's complexion and slowly spoke the closing words.

"All right, well done; now gradually regulate your breathing and open your eyes."

Fu Mu Ci opened his eyes; his pupils were clear and translucent, faintly feeling a sense of comfortable pleasure.

"Young master, you're amazing; how do you feel?"

Jin Chen still hadn't released the hand he was holding, smiling as he asked him.