The Female Psychology PhD Who Time Traveled to the Royal Harem-Chapter 546

"Dr. Jiang… Dr. Jiang… hurry! The VIP patient is attempting suicide again."

Jiang Xinyue swiftly tucked a piece of bread between her lips, slipped into her coat, and stepped into her newly purchased limited-edition high heels before dashing to the basement level to retrieve her brand-new sports car.

Her fiery red, voluminous curls traced a striking arc through the air.

At the most prestigious location in the city center stood an opulently decorated, renowned private hospital.

Neurology, obstetrics, surgery, internal medicine—none of these were the hospital's claim to fame.

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Psychological counseling was.

Jiang Xinyue was the least conventional psychologist one could imagine.

She was bold, unrestrained, free-spirited, and untamed.

She often faced complaints, yet she also boasted the highest cure rate in the hospital.

At first glance, no one would mistake her for a prim and proper woman.

In fact, if her ex-boyfriends were to line up, they could encircle all of Jing City.

Yet none of them ever spoke ill of her—instead, they praised her as the "best ex-girlfriend ever."

"Miss Zhu, what’s the reason this time?"

"I keep having this dream."

The woman in a tailored suit, her hair pulled into a low ponytail, had sharp brows and eyes, a gaunt face, and pale lips. "I dream of being trapped in a sea of fire. It’s as if I love someone I can’t have, and in that fire, I’m burned to ashes. When I wake up, my entire body aches as if I’ve truly been scorched. It’s unbearable… truly unbearable…"

As she spoke, she lifted a hand to cover her delicate face, sobbing in agony.

Her left wrist was wrapped in thick bandages—evidence of her latest suicide attempt.

"Dreams often reflect our deepest thoughts… Has Miss Zhu been troubled by something recently, feeling as though she’s in turmoil? Or perhaps… facing a dilemma, torn between choices?"

"An… arranged marriage…"

Zhu Nanxi looked up at Jiang Xinyue, dazed. "The Zhu family is preparing a marriage alliance with the Shen family."

The Shen and Zhu families were the most prominent business empires in Jing City, true financial dynasties whose influence could send tremors through Dragon Country with a mere step.

The fact that Zhu Nanxi, the eldest daughter of the Zhu family, was a VIP at this private hospital was entirely due to her family’s wealth.

"If it were just an arranged marriage, Miss Zhu shouldn’t be this conflicted."

Jiang Xinyue’s gaze sharpened. "It’s not the marriage itself troubling you—it’s the people involved, isn’t it? Has someone appeared in your life, making you question everything?"

It wasn’t that Jiang Xinyue misunderstood—aristocratic families had always relied on arranged marriages. If the couple happened to take a liking to each other, there might be some genuine affection; if not, it was purely a business arrangement.

Zhu Nanxi was the Zhu family’s eldest daughter, a woman of remarkable capability with a legendary reputation in the business world—a formidable leader.

A decisive, strong-willed woman like her should have long accepted that her marriage wasn’t hers to decide.

Based on their previous sessions, Jiang Xinyue had assumed Zhu Nanxi was willing to go through with the alliance.

Yet recently, her mental state had deteriorated—likely because the "second male lead" who set her heart ablaze had made a grand entrance.

Poor young Chairman Shen.

After hearing Jiang Xinyue’s analysis, Zhu Nanxi belatedly recalled a face—handsome, radiant, and full of mischief.

He’d said, "Don’t marry that icy block from the Shen family. The Ye family might not be as wealthy, but overseas, we’re among the top giants. I’m charming and good-looking—marry me instead, and I guarantee you’ll be happier than being Mrs. Shen."

Ye Guanhe!

Why was she thinking of that brat who’d been tailing her since childhood?

Something was up.

In the subtlest expressions, no secret could stay hidden.

Jiang Xinyue adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Miss Zhu, I believe you’ve already found the cure for yourself."

……

*Knock, knock, knock…*

Only five minutes after Zhu Nanxi left, the office door was rapped again. The lead plastic surgeon, Song Nishang, peeked in with her stunning face, glancing around cautiously.

Once she confirmed Jiang Xinyue was alone, she sauntered in without restraint. "I heard Miss Zhu tried to kill herself again over that dream. What kind of dream could be *that* destructive?"

Jiang Xinyue flashed a professional smile. "Confidential matters—no inquiries. I’d like to keep my job."

"Tch!"

Song Nishang rolled her eyes and changed the subject. "Let’s have lunch at that new barbecue place in the mall! It’s been trending online. If I hadn’t reserved a spot yesterday, we wouldn’t even get in today."

It was said that one’s rival knew them best.

As the two most dazzling figures in the private hospital, Jiang Xinyue and Song Nishang were locked in a fierce professional rivalry—so intense that the entire hospital assumed they were natural-born nemeses who could never coexist peacefully.

Who would’ve guessed that outside work, they were lunch buddies, shopping partners, and even wingwomen for social events?

Though they still competed fiercely at the hospital, everyone knew better than to speak ill of Jiang Xinyue in front of Song Nishang.

Song Nishang had a "golden tongue"—if she claimed a dish was delicious, it was guaranteed to be exceptional.

Jiang Xinyue swayed happily, eyes crinkling. "Nishang, this is *so* good!"

The restaurant used fresh, high-quality meat, free of any undesirable odors. Instead, the unique marinade lent the pork belly and other cuts a perfect balance of savory and subtly sweet flavors.

The place was packed, every table occupied.

A long line stretched outside, but Jiang Xinyue and Song Nishang had been among the first to get in.

Midway through their meal, a commotion erupted at the entrance.

"It’s Shen Ye—the Shen family’s chairman, who took full control at just thirty-two! Oh my god, he’s *so* handsome!"

"Is he here for an inspection?"

"Probably. Isn’t this mall owned by the Shen family?"

"A hottie?"

Still chewing, Song Nishang pressed her breathtakingly beautiful face against the glass window, startling Shen Ye as he passed by.

Being a psychologist, Jiang Xinyue couldn’t help but laugh at the fleeting change in Shen Ye’s expression.

It was deep winter, and sunlight had been absent for days—yet now, golden rays spilled through the glass, casting shimmering reflections that danced across Jiang Xinyue’s flawless profile.

She paid no attention to the excitement outside, focusing instead on Song Nishang. "You’re literally a star-level beauty who’s been scouted by talent agents. Do you really lack handsome men around you?"

Song Nishang smirked. "You don’t get it. Sure, there are plenty of good-looking guys, and plenty of rich ones. But someone like Shen Ye—both gorgeous *and* insanely wealthy? That’s rare."

And their wealth wasn’t even in the same league.