?Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Can I hug you?   Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Can I hug you?                                   Jiang Mansion Number One.


    Mo Chen had be like apletely different person, his indifference chilling her to the bone.


    The man’s tall figure leaned against the living room sofa, two buttons of his shirt undone. With closed eyes, his handsome features were shrouded in ayer of irritability.


    Qiao Ruoxin stood at a distance from him, watching him immersed in that dark world.


    But she just couldn’t go over…


    She really wanted to go over and hug him, but she couldn’t.


    “Mo Chen, if you know the woman in the video isn’t me, why do you reject me so…”


    The living room was silent.


    Mo Chen slowly opened his eyes, staring at the crystal chandelier above him. After a few seconds, he spoke in a low voice, “Go to sleep, I will go see a psychologist tomorrow.”


    Psychologist…


    Qiao Ruoxin’s heart tightened.


    “Don’t get the wound wet,” the man added.


    She stood motionless, staring at the man’s profile: “And you?”


    “I’m not sleepy.”


    That same sentence again!


    Why did she feel like all her previous efforts had been in vain?


    Had Mo Chen reverted to the state he was in those two years ago?


    He knew the woman in the video wasn’t her, so why was he still like this?


    Qiao Ruoxin mustered her courage and once again walked up to Mo Chen, stopping just five steps away from him.


    But the man’s dark eyes stared at her as if warning her not toe any closer.


    “I want to hug you, may I?” Her voice was soft and wronged, with a hint of pitifulness.


    It seemed they had entered a stalemate.


    About ten minutester, the man slowly stood up and walked toward her step by step.


    The distance was only a few steps, but it felt like she could never reach him.


    Mo Chen stopped in front of her, close enough to breathe in her scent. He looked down at the expectation in her eyes.


    Pulling Qiao Ruoxin into his embrace, the moment he held her, images from that video shed through his mind. Unlike the past two years, now he could clearly see that the face of the woman in the video was Qiao Ruoxin!


    The man’s face grew incredibly somber as he fought and suppressed the difort inside him.


    But the nauseous feeling was like a caged beast rampaging within him.


    Qiao Ruoxin raised her arms, wanting to embrace the man’s tall body.


    The faint fragrance from her body invaded his nostrils, making him feel as if thousands of ants were gnawing at him!


    Mo Chen pushed away Little Ghost once more, and although he was much gentler, the repulsion was still unmistakable.


    “Little Ghost, I… might be a bit unwell, I’ll keep youpany tomorrow,” he said.


    After speaking, he turned without looking back and headed upstairs.


    Qiao Ruoxin was left standing there, tears slowly streaming down, falling to the floor from her chin, just like her heart seemed to have shattered.


    It hurt so much…


    At that moment, she really wanted to kill Simon, that pervert!


    What now?


    Who could tell her, what should she do now?


    Thus, Mo Chen did not return to the bedroom that entire evening, spending the whole night in the study.


    And she waited the entire night until she fell asleep from exhaustion.


    The next day, when she opened her eyes, she realized it was already daylight.


    Qiao Ruoxin threw off the quilt and rushed out of the bedroom toward the study.


    After just a few steps, she encountered the housekeepering out from cleaning the study and couldn’t help but ask, “Is Mo Chen still inside?”


    “Mr. Mo left the house very early,” Xiaowu said. “He ordered me not to wake Miss Qiao and to wait for you, to have breakfast before leaving.”


    A hint of loss appeared on Qiao Ruoxin’s petite face.


    She looked down at her wrist, which was still wrapped in gauze.


    Had she done something wrong yesterday?


    She really shouldn’t have let Simon send over the video.


    She knew that Mo Chen would find the content of the video unbearable, yet she selfishly chose to run away, causing him such distress.


    She thought she could exin it clearly, but things didn’t turn out as she expected…


    Mo Chen indeed believed that the woman in the video wasn’t her, but it also awakened the lost memories in his heart, as well as his true inner demon.


    …


    The psychologist’s office.


    Mo Cheny on the couch with a tight and expressionless face, his deep, ancient-well-like eyes showing no ripples, like a pool of stagnant water.


    “Mr. Mo, your psychological issues have truly surfaced,” said the psychologist. “It means you understand everything on a rational level, but your emotions are hard to control.”


    The man stared at the nk white ceiling above, his voice ice-cold, “I can’t even get close to her now.”


    The psychologist looked at the case file and said, “It might take some time to adapt, especially since you’ve just learned the truth from two years ago.”


    Mo Chen’s eyebrows furrowed, and his deep voice became slightly irritated as he gritted his teeth and said, “I can’t wait!”


    With his current ghastly appearance, how could he get married?


    After pondering for a while, the psychologist said, “Then hypnotherapy is the only option, but I’m not sure if you’re willing to try it?”


    Hypnotherapy…


    A trace of hesitation appeared in Mo Chen’s dark eyes.


    Seeing him silent, the psychologist continued, “Hypnotherapy might be the fastest way to see results, of course, there are certain risks.”


    “What risks?”


    “If it’s sessful, your psychological issues will bepletely removed, Mr. Mo. But if it fails, it might exacerbate your paranoid disorder.”


    “…”


    Mo Chen’s jawline tensed as he pressed his lips together.


    …


    After finishing breakfast, Qiao Ruoxin had her bodyguard take her to the psychologist’s studio.


    She sat in the reception area, waiting for Mo Chen toe out.


    It was her first time in the psychologist’s studio, she looked around, her worry growing as he seemed to be taking too long.


    “Xiaowu, how long has Mo Chen been in there? Why hasn’t hee out yet?”


    Xiaowu, sitting on a sofa nearby, spoke gravely, “About three hours, I guess.”


    “That long?”


    Qiao Ruoxin felt like she was sitting on pins and needles and stood up, noticing some brochures about psychological disorders nearby.


    She randomly picked up one and found it was an introduction to the symptoms of paranoid disorder.


    She read out softly, “Overly sensitive, jealous, suspicious, possessive, often apanied by delusions, suspecting the partner’s loyalty without evidence, having a paranoid and irritable character, being obstinate, and struggling to control emotions…”


    Qiao Ruoxin’s heart skipped a beat.


    Why did it all seem to match Mo Chen?


    She continued to read many items and felt that Mo Chen exhibited these symptoms.


    Just then, the door to the psychologist’s office opened.


    Mo Chen came out looking weary, his long fingers pressing against his temples.


    She immediately put down the brochure and approached him, “Brother Mo Chen, are you alright?”


    The man looked up at her, “Why are you here?”


    “I… came to pick you up. Let’s have lunch together,” she said.


    Mo Chen’s expression was somber, but he still responded with a “Hmm.”