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He is just a giant baby who has lost his milk.
Jiang Yizhou lowered his head in silence, handling documents while giving himself an evaluation deep down; such clarity was hard-earned.
In his past life, he had no room for contemplation. From the moment he entered university, leaving home and his parents behind, he lost the standard track of life. In his youthful confusion, he clung to the habits of the past twelve years as a student, never skipping classes or failing any courses.
After that, he was overwhelmed by various activities and entertainment, just like the typical template of a graduate who becomes unemployed. In his freshman year, he was at a loss; in his sophomore year, he barely got on track but lacked motivation. By junior year, various specialized courses flooded in, keeping him busy. By senior year, he donned cheap formal wear bought from a store and embarked on a aimless job search.
Then, he became so busy with work that he could hardly catch his breath. Starting from scratch, he had to relearn everything he missed in college. Just like that, life slipped away until he reached the age of thirty when one is expected to stand firm in life—regretful and stagnant, thinking perhaps this is how life would pass by...
However, the experience of being reborn left him both disappointed and secretly pleased—disappointed about his original family and life but pleased that he could start anew and easily reach the peak of life.
Yet after reaching a certain height, he became complacent.
In his past life, Jiang Yizhou's salary was above average; however, describing his character as wasteful was not inappropriate. Working hard was merely to maintain his qualifications as a person. If one cannot support oneself, such a person would be loathed even by himself.
Am I worthless? Having seized the opportunity of the times, I became complacent...
After spending two hours dealing with accumulated documents, Jiang Yizhou stood up somewhat dejectedly from Song Rushi's desk. He simply said "I'm leaving" to her before walking out with disappointment.
Song Rushi felt a pang in her heart—was she being too harsh? Or was it that Boss had poor emotional resilience? Did he need to see a psychologist?
A flurry of thoughts crossed her mind. After hesitating for a moment, she tore off a piece of paper from her desk, wrote down a series of numbers on it, rushed out of the office, and caught up with Jiang Yizhou. "Wait!"
Jiang Yizhou turned back to see Song Rushi looking apologetic and casually pulled his hand away from hers. "Is there something?" For someone who scolded him, no matter how reasonable she was—unless she were his mother—he wouldn't forgive her quickly.
How could Song Rushi not sense Jiang Yizhou's stiff tone? "I might have spoken too bluntly earlier; I'm here to apologize. But you seem off emotionally?"
Jiang Yizhou glanced around; heads popped out only to retract again. "If you have something to say, just say it!"
"This might not be convenient here; let's go to your place!"
In public, it was indeed inconvenient; this group of people had no concept of hierarchy at all.
"What is your relationship with the boss and Song Zong? One moment you're in your office, the next moment you're in mine discussing things..."
"Don't be ridiculous. There's such an age difference; how could that be possible? I think they had a falling out. Didn't you see how gloomy the boss looked when he just came out of Song Zong's office? It was terrifying! He probably went to apologize!"
"I think he went to apologize too! But Song Zong is indeed very beautiful..."
After closing the door, the buzzing noise from outside was finally blocked out. After Jiang Yizhou took his seat, he turned his chair around, facing away from Song Rushi, and said, "You, I'm listening!"
"Bss, I think you should relax your mindset. Your current attitude... well, it's not good. This is a number from a friend of mine; she's very good at helping others. She's a professional!"
After Song Rushi finished speaking, she placed the note on the table and quietly left.
Aside from feeling a bit down, Jiang Yizhou didn't find anything wrong; it was just that he had been awakened by someone else's criticism and pushed aside his lazy thoughts. That's how he saw it.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, he turned his chair back around and picked up the note from the table. It only had a name and a number on it; nothing else. However, he was quite curious—helping others, professional? What kind of profession was that?
Jiang Yizhou didn't even realize she was a psychologist; no one thinks they have psychological issues—except for those who truly do.
"There’s still some free time; why not give it a try?" Jiang Yizhou would be going to America next week, and this period was mainly for a buffer phase to handle matters domestically. Since Song Rushi kindly recommended it, he decided to give it a shot.
"Hello, is this Luo Lan... sister?"
Luo Lan had just sent off a patient and returned to her clinic when she received a call from an unfamiliar number. On the other end was a young male voice. "This is Luo Lan; may I ask who you are?"
"This is Song Rushi who recommended you to me; she gave me this number..."
Luo Lan smiled and said, "Since you were referred by As such, are you looking to make an appointment? When do you have time?"
Guided by the friendly female voice on the phone, Jiang Yizhou completed the entire appointment process, and his basic information was recorded.
Jiang Yizhou felt that talking to this person was quite comfortable until he hung up the phone! Sister Ru Shi recommended it, and it was not bad.
He didn't expect that in this day and age, there would be such a profession in China, which surprised him a bit. There is a saying that poverty limits my imagination; there are even specialized professions targeting people's mental states.
...
However, without the guidance of a map app, when Jiang Yizhou visited again, he realized it was a psychological clinic, and his face darkened immediately. He should have thought of it earlier; what else could this place be besides a psychological clinic? He genuinely thought it was some other institution.
The clinic's sign was not large; it was a two-story courtyard with a clever white sign hanging at the entrance. Jiang Yizhou pressed the doorbell, and soon a refreshing woman opened the door and gently said to Jiang Yizhou, "You must be Mr. Jiang!"
"Yes, that's me!" Jiang Yizhou felt quite in awe of the profession of a psychologist, which sounded rather impressive. "Actually, I don't have any psychological issues; it's just my friend, Song Rushi, she saw that I was feeling down and misunderstood me, so she gave me your contact information. I'm sorry about that..."
Luo Lan paused for a moment but then continued to maintain her friendly tone, saying, "But since you're here and have made an appointment for this time, why not come in and sit down? I would like to understand more about As such, okay?"
Being stared at by those clear eyes, Jiang Yizhou felt he had no reason to refuse. He thought of it as paying someone to chat with him.
With this thought in mind, Jiang Yizhou followed Luo Lan inside.
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