Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 564 - 411. If we could love a little less, perhaps we would hurt a little less (3 updates).

Chapter 564: 411. If we could love a little less, perhaps we would hurt a little less (3 updates).

But from the bottom of her heart, she also felt a deep sympathy for Yanqing, that child.

She couldn’t help but recall the time she witnessed that child and Shi Nian facing each other in her clinic. Back then, she was quite dismissive, but she couldn’t deny that the child appeared to be a different person when facing Shi Nian.

His gaze towards Shi Nian... was exactly like the way Tang Mingyi looked at Shen Wan.

At that time, she was still repulsed by the genuine emotional expression between Tang Mingyi and Shen Wan, so she didn’t like looking at those two children. But thinking back now, how profound the gaze was then, the pain Yanqing feels now is equally hard to endure.

Lost in thought, the tea overflowed, scalding her hand.

Instinctively avoiding it, she knocked over the tea bowl, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

Squatting down to pick up the pieces, she noticed Du Songlin’s slippers by the door.

She turned sharply to look at him.

How long had he been standing there? What was he watching her for?

What was wrong with him today? Why did he seem so strange to her?

Du Songlin stepped inside to help her tidy up, calmly asking, "What are you thinking about that made you so absorbed, not even noticing the tea boiling over?"

He tried to sound as calm as possible, but he already had the answer in his heart: She was probably still reminiscing about Tang Mingyi on the TV screen, wasn’t she?

It’s no wonder; Tang Mingyi is now the governor, the king of this state. Middle-aged men are at their prime in life, handsomeness undiminished, wisdom incremented. How could she not be distracted?

Especially since there was an excellent son Tang Yanxi between her and Tang Mingyi.

Huo Danru, being a psychologist, could also read expressions. She became increasingly certain of her intuition, realizing Du Songlin was acting strange today. So she tried to explain, "I was thinking of Yanqing, that child. For over half a year now, the media has been continuously focusing on the Tang Family, on one hand embellishing Mingyi, while on the other hand constantly questioning Yanqing, that child."

"Actually, without Mingyi’s election, maybe Yanqing wouldn’t be under so much pressure; conversely, Yanqing’s issues now might bring a lot of trouble to Mingyi. So I find it quite coincidental that these two matters happened together. If they were staggered, it might be better."

Du Songlin lowered his head: "Yes, the bigger the trouble for Yanqing, the more inevitable it is for Mingyi to get caught up in the chaos."

After speaking, he got up, picked up the broken porcelain pieces, and walked outside to throw them into the roadside garbage bin. Then he stood by the roadside for a long time, lost in thought.

Huo Danru could only sigh quietly.

Perhaps if they hadn’t married, things might be better.

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A month passed, and Tang Yanqing still showed no progress. According to the bet with Huangfu Huazhang, he submitted his resignation to the police superintendent for the first time.

Huangfu Huazhang was greatly disappointed and began paying out of pocket to place missing person notices in major media outlets.

Almost at any cost, Huangfu Huazhang bought full-page ads, and for a time, almost all media outlets carried these missing person notices. They were visible everywhere.

It was a silent accusation that the incompetence of the police left the victim’s family with no choice but to resort to such cost-intensive media exposure.

Tang Yanqing’s emotions were getting worse. Even though his psychologist was his family friend Du Songlin, it didn’t really help. He became increasingly depressed, increasingly gloomy, increasingly irritable, increasingly—willing to meddle in other people’s cases, offering nonsensical advice.

The former criminal psychologist expert who could, with a few words, guide colleagues confidently in the right direction was gone. The stardom of the genius detective had long since faded, and now what appeared daily at the police station was a dark human-shaped bomb, ready to explode anytime, anywhere, and at anyone.

His poor reputation also negatively affected Tang Mingyi’s public opinion ratings.

As chief of staff, Gu Jun also had a heartfelt, sincere talk with him on behalf of Tang Mingyi’s team. But Tang Yanqing refused to comply and abruptly stood up from the table. That night, he caused a scene at home and subsequently moved out, choosing to live alone outside, refusing to set foot in the Tang Family again.

Even his apartment neighbors had seen Mrs. Governor Shen Wan personally come to her son’s door, tearfully pleading gently, but he didn’t open the door, not even uttering a single reply.

In the following months, he resigned five more times in succession.

Shen Wan also quietly asked Du Songlin, who said he was already exhibiting symptoms of self-loathing and self-abandonment and was very worried that continuing down this path might lead to suicidal thoughts.

Shen Wan immediately began to cry. No matter how strong a woman was, she had to play the role of a governor’s wife during the day, with her husband’s career being difficult from the outset; but she couldn’t ignore her own son either. During the day, she had to put on a brave face before others, but at night she was shedding tears and unable to sleep. If this continued, she feared she would be the first to go insane.

"Songlin, is there any way to help Yanqing? Mingyi is facing all kinds of chaos right now, truly overwhelmed. I can only entrust Yanqing to you."

Du Songlin hesitated.

Shen Wan nodded: "If there is a way, feel free to speak. Songlin, you have been a friend of the Tang Family for many years, you watched Yanqing grow up, and I trust you implicitly. So please, don’t hesitate."

Du Songlin rubbed his hands: "For Yanqing, this incident could be the most significant disaster in his life. His current situation is already a typical case of post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms, also known as PTSD. For PTSD intervention, Xiao Wan, you might have heard of..."

Shen Wan had heard about Shi Nian’s situation, so she nodded: "You’re talking about psychological intervention, guiding Qingqing to temporarily forget?"

Du Songlin also nodded: "Not making him forget entirely, because that child’s subjective will is too strong to be thoroughly influenced. Just reducing the intensity."

"Such as what?" Shen Wan raised her tearful eyes.

Du Songlin lowered his head: "The harm is due to love, so if the love isn’t as deep, then the harm wouldn’t be as severe. So it could be considered to lessen the love he feels for Shi Nian."

"This is the least impactful way I can manage Yanqing. Of course, the final decision should be made by you, Xiao Wan, and Mingyi."

Let his son forget how passionately he’d loved someone? Make that person seem like a mere passerby in his life?

Shen Wan’s tears slid down again, her heart aching beyond measure.

But at this point, she had no choice, ultimately nodding silently: "Songlin, just please, manage it well. Try, try not to make him forget too much."

Shen Wan left, and Du Songlin stared blankly at himself in the mirror.

Ultimately, he couldn’t bear to take a hard stance, after all, he felt sympathy for Yanqing, that child. What he said to Shen Wan just now was indeed the best option under these circumstances for Yanqing, that child.

Help him detach slightly from personal feelings, aid him in regaining an objective view when handling cases, that way he might reclaim his calmness, regain his former intuition in case handling.

After work hours, the nurse called to say she had left first.

He got up, intending to leave, but before he could open the door, it was pushed open from outside.

In came a young man, modest and courteous, with a bespoke suit displaying refined taste. He smiled gracefully at Du Songlin: "The family owner has already arranged an appointment for Doctor Du to see the patient; the owner is not feeling well and unable to come personally, thus requesting Doctor Du to visit."

Du Songlin’s expression changed, yet he couldn’t refuse.

A most ordinary black Chevrolet sedan, going left and right, until it arrived at a private club. Du Songlin walked inside to see Huangfu Huazhang sitting upright, leaning on a cane.