Chapter 602: The Young Master Can Hear Inner Voices Again! 18

But he was really afraid that if he fell asleep, Jin Chen would leave, just like this evening.

So even though he was exhausted, he still clung tightly to the man, refusing to let go, and even wanted to force him to sleep together.

"I won't leave; I'll stay here with you. Go to sleep."

Jin Chen pulled the blanket over both of them and gently patted the young master's back.

Fu Mu Ci then relaxed, leaning into his embrace and quickly fell asleep.

Only then did Jin Chen have a moment to recall what had happened tonight.

The manor lost power, there was a violent rainstorm with thunder, and a crying infant's toy.

This is obviously not something that could be achieved by coincidence.

Someone is secretly manipulating, using tonight's violent rainstorm to awaken Fu Mu Ci's fear.

What is the purpose?

If he hadn't come, Fu Mu Ci's condition would certainly worsen further...

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, recalling the original plot where Fu Mu Ci was sent abroad as the turning point.

It was precisely the sudden worsening of his condition that ordinary psychologists could no longer heal.

So, it's still because of Fei Yao.

Does he have an insider in this manor?

By this point, Jin Chen no longer believed that he was doing all this merely for the so-called project.

Then, what reason could make Fei Yao go to such great lengths to deal with Fu Mu Ci and the Fu family, and is it also related to that set of blood-stained children's clothing?

And there was that ill-timed short-bearded mercenary who appeared tonight.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on the sleeping young master's face, and he bowed his head to kiss him.

It seems he will still need to talk with Fu Mu Ci's parents tomorrow.

The night passed quickly.

That night, everyone in the Fu household except Fu Mu Ci failed to sleep well.

——

Next day.

Fu Mu Ci woke up on time at seven-thirty according to his biological clock.

He sat up, his gaze vacant for a while, then he looked toward the side.

Jin Chen was still asleep.

This was still his first time sleeping with someone else.

Fu Mu Ci originally wanted to get up, but then he thought it wouldn't be good to let Jin Chen sleep alone, so he curled back under the blankets, turned sideways, and stared at Jin Chen's sleeping face.

"The young master seems to really like looking at my face."

Jin Chen suddenly spoke, his morning voice slightly hoarse, filled with indulgence, plucking at the heartstrings.

After saying that, he opened his eyes and pulled the person together with the blanket into his embrace.

Fu Mu Ci inexplicably felt a bit shy, yet couldn't restrain himself from wanting to be close to Jin Chen; he pressed his lips, restrained his smile, and nestled into Jin Chen's embrace.

"You didn't leave."

"Mm, I didn't leave; last night I promised to stay with the young master."

After exchanging a few words, Jin Chen also came fully awake, he cupped Fu Mu Ci's face to check the wound; fortunately it was healing well, and the two got up to wash up.

Jin Chen didn't have any wash-up supplies here, so he could only ask Aunt Song for a new set.

"Aunt Song, did you find the source of last night's sound?"

Aunt Song patted her chest upon hearing this, presumably also frightened, saying, "I didn't find it; I searched the whole manor and still couldn't find it—how strange!"

She glanced into the room, seeing that Fu Mu Ci hadn't heard anything, then continued to lower her voice: "Doctor Jin, our mistress wants to see you later."

"Sure, thank you."

It's not strange that Xu Li would have other thoughts after spending the night here.

He also happened to have something he wanted to ask.

Jin Chen walked into the washroom and then noticed that the young master had deliberately slowed his washing-up pace, as if he were waiting on purpose.

"Later I'll go downstairs to prepare breakfast for the young master, then go home to get the things I'll need today; young master, would you be good and wait here for me?"

Fu Mu Ci, hearing that he still had to leave, quickly shook his head and clung to the edge of his clothing, saying, "No, not good!"

After last night, he seemed to have become even more dependent on Jin Chen.

"But I came last minute, I didn't bring anything—no little cake, no meditation tools."

Jin Chen patiently soothed him, "I'll be back at nine-thirty this morning."

Now coaxing the young master is obviously a hassle; fortunately, although Fu Mu Ci has separation anxiety, he places greater importance on scheduling and long-standing habits.

During this morning time slot, he has always spent it by himself.

So after a few soothing words, Fu Mu Ci also agreed.

Only then did Jin Chen have the free time to go downstairs.

When Xu Li saw Jin Chen, he had just finished preparing breakfast for his own son and had Aunt Song send it upstairs.

Consequently, her hidden worries grew heavier.

She invited Jin Chen to meet in the reception hall, where Fu Zhenhua was also waiting.

"Last night, Doctor Jin stayed in the room with Ci'er the whole night, but he seems to be in good spirits."

Xu Li's words were somewhat probing.

Jin Chen couldn't immediately gauge her attitude.

Once the young master is coaxed, he becomes very well-behaved and won't disturb people's sleep.

He took a sip of coffee; even though his clothes were a little wrinkled, it didn't affect his demeanor at all. "The things Madam Fu worries about won't happen before the young master's condition is healed."

It means Jin Chen already has something in mind.

Xu Li gripped the valuable porcelain cup in her hand, not expecting him to be so unreserved. "Doctor Jin, I recall that a psychologist getting emotionally involved with a patient is a major taboo."

"That depends on you, Madam Fu."

Jin Chen smiled calmly, completely unaffected. "I can guarantee that my feelings for the young master will not affect the treatment."

"But if you intervene at this critical juncture, it will instead affect the young master's condition… and also your parent‑child relationship with him."

Xu Li went limp, leaning against the sofa, wearily rubbing her temples. "Doctor Jin, you're threatening me."

"No, I'm just like you—I want him to get better as soon as possible."

"I just don't have the patience to deal with you anymore; there are already enough things troubling him."

Jin Chen doesn't want to create conflict with the Fu parents.

"Then, as the young master's psychologist, I also have a few questions I need to understand."

He looked toward Fu Zhenhua on the side, and after receiving the signal that he was allowed to ask questions, he sat up straight and spoke.

"Why the young master fell ill at age ten, why he developed a sense of security toward the lawn mower two years ago, and the crying sounds in the courtyard."

The more questions Jin Chen asked, the paler Xu Li's face became; she could no longer hold the porcelain cup, and the black tea nearly spilled onto her hand.

She forced herself to take a sip, managing a weak smile. "How does Doctor Jin know these things? This shouldn't have anything to do with the treatment, right?"

"On the contrary, it's very relevant."

Jin Chen observed their expressions. "Only by figuring out the cause of the illness can we find a fundamental solution, instead of merely making him forget."

"Some things don't disappear just by erasing the traces; they only take root deeper in the hearts of those who remember, becoming more profound over time."

Fu Zhenhua clasped his hands together, listening with growing alarm, until he almost thought Jin Chen already knew everything.

He soothed his wife by patting her shoulder, and Fu Zhenhua finally spoke: "You're right; we should face what happened in the past."

He closed the living‑room door, drew the curtains, and looked at Jin Chen solemnly.

"Then please make sure, Doctor Jin, that our ensuing conversation won't be known to a fourth person."

0731 silently pricked up its ears—no problem, it's not a person!