Chapter 192: Chapter 190: This Psychologist is a Bit Strange

Hou Yaojun spoke in a tempting voice, his eyes fixed on Wen Ying’s expression.

But to his confusion, he saw no sign of pleasant surprise on her face.

’Aren’t pretty girls this age always trying to get famous and make money?’

’Did I not make my intentions clear enough?’

"For example, if you want to be a star, I can make you one. When you go out, you’ll be met with the roar of the crowd and dazzling spotlights. Your casual clothes will cost thousands, you’ll get all sorts of endorsement deals, and you won’t need to rely on any other man to fly first class."

"Rely on you?" Wen Ying asked, surprised.

’So, she gets it!’ 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

’She’s just waiting for the highest bidder!’

At this thought, Hou Yaojun calmed down. As long as she had desires, he could control her.

’Dealing with women is simple,’ he thought. ’If affection doesn’t work, just throw money at the problem.’

"Well, Doctor Wen, if you change your mind, just let me know. Once we land, I can have someone take you to sign a contract right away."

Wen Ying thought for a moment. "If I sign, can I get a salary advance? How much would I make a month? And we wouldn’t be doing anything illegal, would we?"

Hou Yaojun was speechless.

His disdain deepened. ’I can’t believe she’s such a gold digger. And here I thought she was some enlightened master.’

"You’re that desperate for money?"

"Who ever has too much money?" Wen Ying replied.

But to Hou Yaojun’s ears, it sounded like she was truly desperate, willing to do anything for money.

"Fine. As long as you do as you’re told, you can have a base salary of twenty thousand a month. As for other... business, the commission will follow the contract."

"And what’s the standard for ’doing as I’m told’?"

Wen Ying tilted her head and glanced in Hou Yaowen’s direction. Her voice was completely unabashed. "For example, if your brother wants to sleep with me, does ’doing as I’m told’ mean I have to cooperate?"

"Doctor Wen, in this business, success isn’t just about having a pretty face, understand? My brother isn’t handsome, but the Hou family is rich. Get it?"

Wen Ying gave Hou Yaojun a troubled look, her expression conflicted. "But I have a little... quirk."

"What kind of quirk?"

"I’m only into handsome guys. Having to accommodate an ugly one would drive me crazy." Wen Ying’s reply was dead serious, her expression sincere.

"Are you messing with me?" The grim look on Hou Yaojun’s face darkened.

"Oh, you figured it out?" Wen Ying looked at Hou Yaojun in mock surprise.

Hou Yaojun glared at Wen Ying, his gaze turning sinister. "Very good. No one has ever dared to mess with me like this."

"Of course it’s good. Don’t you think messing with people is fun? I’ll even tell you a secret for free. Back in another world, there was a sect that loved messing with people called the Sitting Forget Dao. My skills don’t even amount to ten percent of theirs, but messing with people is just so much fun. What do you say, Mr. Hou, want to experience it some more? Maybe you’ll even find some joy in it yourself."

"Doctor Wen, you’re really something else. Hahaha."

Hou Yaojun suddenly burst out laughing. "I never understood how psychologists could so accurately pinpoint a patient’s problems. But now I get it. To be a psychologist, you have to be a patient first. I never thought a great beauty like Doctor Wen would be a psycho."

As he said the word "psycho," Hou Yaojun carefully considered his choice of words. ’I should be right about this one. I can’t let this woman lecture me on the difference between "psychiatric" and "neurological" disorders like she did with Hou Yaowen.’

’Her symptoms—all this talk about another world and some trickster sect—it’s clearly a delusional disorder. She’s just crazy.’

’What a waste of such a pretty face.’

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Hou Yaojun’s mind. ’It doesn’t matter if she’s a lunatic, as long as she’s controllable. In fact, wouldn’t she be easier to use if she’s not all there?’

Watching the shift in Hou Yaojun’s expression, Wen Ying asked softly, "What are you thinking about, Mr. Hou? Are you thinking it’s a shame that a psycho like me has such a pretty face?"

Hou Yaojun’s expression froze. ’Is she really that perceptive?’

"Or are you thinking it’d be even better if I were a psycho? That I’d be easier to control if I weren’t clear-headed? More convenient to use? After all, the Hou family is rich and powerful. Who would people believe: a psycho with no connections, or the Hou family? You’d be free to do whatever you wanted."

Hou Yaojun’s expression was frozen, his pupils contracted, and his entire body tensed up.

This woman’s perceptiveness was beyond normal comprehension.

’There’s something strange about this psychologist.’

’It’s not normal. It’s not normal at all.’

If it had just been her first comment, Hou Yaojun could have rationalized it away. But what Doctor Wen said next sent a chill down his spine. It was exactly what he had just been thinking, one hundred percent accurate! There wasn’t the slightest deviation.

"It seems no one in the Hou family, from top to bottom, is a good person," Wen Ying remarked with a sigh.

She said it as if it had nothing to do with her, as if she wasn’t the one Hou Yaojun had just been planning to control.

Wen Ying’s attitude left Hou Yaojun utterly baffled.

’What the hell is this woman?’

"Don’t think about it. I told you, I’m a psychologist—a professional one. You have to believe me."

Hou Yaojun shot to his feet.

Just then, a flight attendant came in. "Sir, is everything alright? The plane is about to enter an area of turbulence. Please take your seat and fasten your seatbelt."

Hou Yaojun forced a gentle smile for the flight attendant. "I’m fine."

As he sat back down, Hou Yaojun felt a sense of panic.

He quietly scooted away from her.

Wen Ying pretended not to notice, tilting her head to look at him. "Mr. Hou, don’t you like me anymore?"

Hou Yaojun closed his eyes and said nothing, but he never imagined this crazy woman would start chattering incessantly in his ear, not stopping for a moment.

Hou Yaojun felt a constant BUZZING in his head, a noise that made him want to break down.

"Mr. Hou, if you don’t say anything, I might just go have a chat with your brother."

Hou Yaojun, who had his eyes closed, snapped them open in anger.

"See? You do care about your brother, don’t you? Even though you’re not blood-related, you’ve grown attached after being brothers for these past few years."

Hou Yaojun didn’t speak, but he scoffed internally.

’Attached?’

’What a joke!’

"After all, without your brother, how much longer would you have to live?"

Wen Ying seemed to say it casually, but alarm bells went off in Hou Yaojun’s head.

How did she know his life was connected to Hou Yaowen?

Hou Yaojun turned to look at Wen Ying, studying her face intently, trying not to miss a single micro-expression. But he couldn’t read anything at all.

’Was she just saying things?’

’Just a thoughtless joke?’

And yet... he and this Doctor Wen were just strangers who’d met by chance. How could there be so many coincidences?

As everyone knows, too many coincidences are no longer a coincidence.