Chapter 173: Date

A spring breeze swept past.

Song Qingyou had originally thought Fu Wenzhou might not agree to go to the hospital.

To her surprise, after looking at her for a few seconds, the man simply said, "Mm. If Youyou wants me to go, I'll go."

Song Qingyou's breath caught, and a slight numbness spread across her chest.

She thought to herself, how could Fu Wenzhou be this obedient?

He was far too well-behaved.

Song Qingyou raised her hand to stroke his cheek, saying softly, "It's just a check-up. We'll both feel more at ease after getting checked."

Fu Wenzhou murmured, "Alright."

Song Qingyou pondered for a moment, deciding that such a well-behaved person deserved a reward, so she said, "Let's go on a date this weekend."

Thinking he had misheard, Fu Wenzhou asked for confirmation twice, "Youyou, are you serious? A date?"

Song Qingyou nodded. "Just the ordinary things regular couples do on weekends—going to the movies, having dinner, going shopping..."

Truth be told, Song Qingyou really wanted to go to an amusement park, but her heart condition prevented her from engaging in thrilling or high-adrenalin activities.

With a voice deeply alluring and laced with hidden laughter, Fu Wenzhou said, "No taking it back."

Since she had said it, Song Qingyou naturally had no intention of going back on her word. Her fingertips brushed past Fu Wenzhou's cheek to his ear, gently pinching his earlobe. "When have I ever lied to you?"

Fu Wenzhou pulled Song Qingyou tightly into his arms, resting his chin against the crown of her head and rubbing gently, as if he wished to melt her into his very bones.

Song Qingyou gave Fu Nan an address, and the front of the car immediately turned in that direction.

The hospital wasn't far—about a half-hour drive.

Song Qingyou had come here to see a psychologist when she was in her teens, so she was very familiar with the route.

She easily navigated her way to Dr. Zhang's consultation room. Having given him a heads-up along the way, the doctor was already waiting inside his office by the time they arrived.

Over fifty years old, Dr. Zhang was a towering figure in the field of psychology. He had been in the same graduating class as Song Qingyou's teacher, and the two shared a deep friendship.

Upon seeing Zhang Kaiyi, Song Qingyou extended her hand respectfully. "I'm sorry for dropping by so abruptly, Doctor. I completely forgot to bring you the Longjing tea shipped over from Nancheng, but I'll have someone send it over to you later."

Zhang Kaiyi chuckled. "It's been so long since I last saw you, young lady. How is your teacher doing lately?"

Song Qingyou smiled faintly. "She's very well. She often mentions you."

Zhang Kaiyi's gaze shifted to the side of Song Qingyou. "And this is?"

In a leisurely tone, Fu Wenzhou introduced himself, "I am Song Qingyou's boyfriend."

Song Qingyou immediately added, "His name is Fu Wenzhou."

Zhang Kaiyi looked somewhat surprised. He still remembered the circumstances under which Song Qingyou had first come to see him all those years ago.

At the time, the young girl was only twelve or thirteen, sitting right here in this very room, in that exact same spot.

The little girl had said, "Hello, I think something might be wrong with me."

The child's tone back then had been far too calm—completely devoid of the emotional state a teenager should possess. Moreover, she had come to the hospital entirely alone, which was why Zhang Kaiyi remembered her so vividly.

Subsequent diagnosis revealed that Song Qingyou was suffering from severe depression. Fortunately, she was bright; she had discovered it in time and knew how to seek help.

After two years of treatment, her condition improved significantly.

Eventually, it was Song Qingyou herself who declared that she felt cured, and she had never returned in all the years since.

Over the years, Zhang Kaiyi had intentionally or unintentionally heard news about her, naturally knowing about how she had sent that entire family to prison. Yet, understanding the hardships Song Qingyou had endured, he felt no condemnation—instead, he believed that family had only gotten what they deserved.

What Zhang Kaiyi had never expected, however, was that the once aloof and cold young woman, whose heart had been entirely consumed by vengeance, would actually find someone she loved.

Zhang Kaiyi couldn't help lingering his gaze on the man for a little longer.

Though he had never met Fu Wenzhou personally, the young CEO's reputation preceded him everywhere; it was hard not to know who he was.

Pulling his thoughts back, Zhang Kaiyi stroked his beard and asked, "Is he the one who needs the check-up?"

Song Qingyou paused for a split second before nodding. "Yes..."

Zhang Kaiyi was nearly amused to the point of anger. Of all men to choose as a boyfriend, she didn't pick a healthy one, insisting instead on someone with issues. What on earth were young people thinking these days?

"Alright," Zhang Kaiyi said, "I'll speak with him alone."

Hearing this, Song Qingyou said, "Okay."

She then turned back to soothe Fu Wenzhou, "Be a good boy and cooperate with the treatment. No acting up, you hear me?"

Fu Wenzhou replied, "I hear you."

Squinting as he watched their interaction, Zhang Kaiyi raised an eyebrow.

Having not seen her for so many years, the once little girl had certainly changed a great deal.

With that, Song Qingyou walked out, pulling the door shut behind her with a soft click.

The time spent waiting felt agonizingly long. Song Qingyou even harbored a sliver of hope that her own deduction had been wrong.

Perhaps Fu Wenzhou merely had a volatile temper and nothing was actually wrong with him.

Or perhaps she had been making a mountain out of a molehill.

After more than an hour, the door finally pulled open.

With both hands tucked into his pockets, Fu Wenzhou walked out with a lazy stride.

Seeing him, Song Qingyou stood up immediately, stepped forward to grab his arm, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Fu Wenzhou shrugged, his tone as weary and detached as ever, "He asked me a ton of questions. So annoying."

Song Qingyou pressed her lips together and said, "Sit here and wait. I'm going in to take a look."

Fu Wenzhou murmured an agreement.

Stepping into the consultation room, Song Qingyou closed the door behind her, a hint of worry clouding her eyes. "Dr. Zhang, he..."

Zhang Kaiyi sat behind his desk, holding a few sheets of paper—the very answers Fu Wenzhou had given to those questions. A solemn note colored his voice as he said, "Explosive personality disorder."

Song Qingyou felt her heart skip a beat, her brows tightening slightly. "Is it confirmed?"

Zhang Kaiyi let out an affirmative hum. "But it's strange. He seems to listen to you very well."

Song Qingyou was momentarily dazed. "Yes, his emotions are very stable when he's with me. So could it be that those people provoked him, which is why he..."

"No." Zhang Kaiyi directly shattered Song Qingyou's wishful thinking. "He is stubborn, to the point of being paranoid—especially when it comes to anything concerning you. As time goes on, this is not a good thing for you. It's very likely he could end up hurting you."

After a brief silence, Song Qingyou stated, "He won't."

Zhang Kaiyi did not refute her. "I've prescribed him some medication that needs to be taken on a strict schedule. Currently, explosive personality disorder can only be managed through medication; psychological counseling has very little effect. Still, you don't need to worry too much—doesn't he listen to you? Just make sure to control him in time whenever he has an episode."

That wasn't what Song Qingyou was worried about. Her gaze grew heavy and deep. "Will he hurt himself? If his condition worsens, could he end up hurting himself in the end?"

"Without a doubt," Zhang Kaiyi answered.

"I understand," Song Qingyou said. "I'll make sure he takes his medicine on time."

Without dwelling on it further, Zhang Kaiyi looked at her and asked, "And you?"

Song Qingyou blinked in surprise before realizing what he meant. "You told me before, if I couldn't go on living, I should find a reason to keep living. Back then, I found it—taking revenge for my mother and my maternal grandfather became my reason to live."

"And now?" Zhang Kaiyi asked.

"Now, I want to live even more than before. I promised Fu Wenzhou I wouldn't die, that I would stay by his side for the rest of my life." Song Qingyou curved her lips into a gentle smile. "So, you don't need to worry. As long as he is here, my illness will never relapse."