Chapter 388: Crazy?

He paused for a long time, so long that the cigarette was almost burning down to the filter.

Chang Ye Yue did not urge him, she simply waited quietly.

「I... I don't know why, I just... leaned over and looked inside through the crack in the door. 」

Weigong's voice was so low it was almost inaudible, 「And then... then I saw... 」

He slammed his eyes shut, fine cold sweat seeping from his temples, as if merely recalling that scene caused him unbearable pain.

「Alice... was sitting on the bedside. Al... the lion, was lying beside her, resting its huge head... on her lap... (indescribable things)」

His description was fragmented, yet the visual impression was unusually clear.

「This... this might still be explainable, after all Al is very close to her. 」

Weigong tried to analyze rationally, but the tremor in his voice gave him away, 「But... she kept speaking. I heard her say... 」

He mimicked Ailisi Feier's tone, but the voice was twisted and distorted, full of pain: 「'Al... you're so warm... more honest than Qiesi... doesn't lie, doesn't hide... only knows the most direct reaction... hehe...'」

「She also said... if Qiesi saw us like this... what would his expression be? It would definitely be interesting... but he's still working overtime now, right? This is our... little secret... 」

「Boom—!!! 」

The narration abruptly halted.

Weigong Qiesi snapped his eyes open, and in those eyes that always carried a chill, there was now only utter collapse.

The cigarette in his hand had long since gone out, deformed from his unconscious squeezing.

「Doctor! 」

He thrust his head up toward Chang Ye Yue, 「Tell me! What on earth is this?! My wife! And the mother lion I raise (he gritted his teeth to stress the word 'mother')! Behind me! On my bed! Flirting?! And treating me like a fool for a joke?! Does this make sense?! Is this normal?! Could all these years of my life, my family, my Calm... have been a lie?! Or... am I insane?! 」

He practically sprang from the sofa, pacing anxiously back and forth in the cramped examination room, his hands violently tugging at his meticulously kept black hair, his tie twisted askew.

The composed, self‑controlled Weigong Qiesi, who had buried all emotions deep, vanished; now he was merely a pitiful man crushed by reality.

Chang Ye Yue watched his outburst silently, the depths of her crimson eyes swirling with silent light.

She saw not only the ordinary man before her, collapsing over the 「Out-of-Track Lion」 involving his wife, but also the intense turmoil deep within Weigong Qiesi's soul—an obsession with the ultimate desire for Calm daily life, clashing fatally with his blood‑stained, betrayal‑laden, scheming real existence.

His dependence on Ailisi Feier as an idealized symbol of gentleness.

There was even a vague subconscious tangle with the Chivalry ideal represented by Artoria, diametrically opposed to his realism, a rejection mixed with complex emotions.

「This World's Evil」 is precisely exploiting these cracks in his psyche, weaving the most shocking fear that can shatter his Calm illusion into this abstract Plot, attempting to utterly corrupt his soul.

Now, we need to guide him, not to 「prove」 this nonsense story, but to touch the thing behind the story that he truly fears losing.

「Weigong, 」

Chang Ye Yue's voice remained steady, 「Please sit down first, breathe slowly. I hear your pain; it truly is a... highly shocking experience. 」

Weigong stopped in his tracks, his chest heaving violently, his eyes blood‑red as he stared at her, as if asking, 「Is it just the shock? 」

「We are not in a hurry to judge whether this is real or an illusion. 」

Chang Ye Yue continued, her crimson eyes fixed on him, 「Perhaps we can look at it from another angle: this scene, this situation, what is the core point that causes you the most pain and inability to accept? Is it the betrayal itself? The absurdity of the other party? Or... that it shattered some... Cognition expectation you had of family, of Calm life? 」

Weigong was stunned, apparently not expecting the doctor to ask that.

His irritable emotion was interrupted, plunging him into a brief chaotic contemplation.

「... All of them! 」

He finally said irritably, 「Isn't that obvious enough?! Any single point is enough to make someone collapse! 」

「Then, let's look at them one by one. 」

Chang Ye Yue, like the most patient surgeon, began stripping away surface emotions, 「First, the absurdity of the other party. A lion, Mr. Weigong, do you truly believe your wife Alice would develop the kind of... feeling you assume towards an animal? 」

「I... 」

Weigong opened his mouth, reason telling him it was extremely unreasonable, yet the image was so vivid, the impact so real, 「But the words she said then, her expression... 」

「When alone, a person may have some private little habits, even saying some oddly intimate words to a pet; that doesn't necessarily indicate transgressive feelings. 」

Chang Ye Yue analyzed calmly, 「Perhaps that's just her way of relieving stress, a form of relaxation, only that in that specific setting and lighting angle, you ascribed... overly rich interpretation to it. 」

Weigong's eyes flickered; while the explanation couldn't fully convince him, it at least offered a less destructive possibility.

「Second, the sense of betrayal. 」

Chang Ye Yue continued, 「This intense feeling of betrayal, besides stemming from that specific scene, might also be linked to a deep‑seated unease or vague sense of unworthiness you hold regarding maintaining this Calm life itself? You mentioned this is the life you desire. When one cherishes something too much, they often fear losing it, and subconsciously script that it doesn't belong to them, that it will inevitably be lost, leading to overreaction to ambiguous signals. 」

Those words, like a precise Surgical Knife, gently sliced through Weigong Qiesi's deeper psychological defenses.

His complexion changed.

Yes, he longs for Calm, but his hands are stained with fresh blood, his past is steeped in darkness; does he truly deserve such a bright, warm family?

That thought, like a ghost, constantly haunts the depths of his heart.

This World's Evil magnifies precisely that hidden self‑doubt and fear.

「I... 」

His momentum waned, no longer pacing anxiously, but standing there, somewhat lost and despondent.

「Finally, and most importantly, 」

Chang Ye Yue's voice softened, carrying a guiding gentleness, 「The Cognition of that Calm life. Mr. Weigong, the family life you described is wonderful. But have you considered that true Calm might not lie in the absence of any turbulence, but in whether, when turbulence arises, you have the courage to face it, to communicate, to understand, rather than instantly sinking into a Despair where everything is false and destroyed? 」

She paused, her crimson eyes fixed on Weigong's, 「That scene, regardless of the truth, could it also be an opportunity? A chance for you and your wife to re‑examine each other's roles in the family, your modes of emotional expression, even your own inner pressures? Rather than a... apocalyptic judgment that directly sentences everything you cherish to death? 」

Weigong Qiesi fell completely silent.

He stood there, head bowed, his shoulders slumping.

The 「ordinary office worker」 shell that had long supported him now, under this psychological analysis, showed countless cracks.