Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 126 - 124: Bearded Man: I Really Will Thank You

There’s no sun today.

Even though the air conditioning is on indoors, the damp cold of winter remains unconquered.

The charming receptionist, out of professional necessity, has to wear a thin little suit jacket. For warmth, she has to cover her slender legs in nude stockings with a small blanket while sitting at the reception desk, with a heat pad adhered to her belly for extra warmth.

Despite all these efforts, the winter weather and scenery are enough to make one’s skin feel chilly just by looking at them.

The receptionist occasionally shivers whenever there’s no one around as she stares outside the door.

Ding-dong—

The sensor at the entrance suddenly rings, and the arrival of guests instantly revives the somewhat drowsy receptionist, prompting her to greet them with an instinctive smile ingrained in muscle memory:

"Hello, welcome to Liu Lin Psychological Clinic. Do you have an appointment...?"

"...!"

This greeting with a raised head brightened the receptionist’s eyes, and her body felt as if it were warmed by the sun.

Two men walked in from the door.

The man on the left seems to be in his early thirties, tall and broad-shouldered, clearly with a fitness regime; his face bears some fine lines, yet these do not make him look haggard—but instead give him a mature, storied appearance; the most striking feature is his carefully groomed whiskers, which, combined with the fine lines on his face and his smile, exude a natural sense of stability, maturity, and trustworthiness without uttering a word.

Such a mature gentleman could easily capture the gaze of both young and not-so-young women anywhere.

However, standing next to him at this moment is someone else.

A young man who appears to be in his early twenties.

He somehow overshadowed the charm of the stubbled gentleman, holding the receptionist’s gaze like a magnet.

"Hello... do you have an appointment~" So handsome, how can someone be so unreasonably good-looking?

"Yes, we contacted you two days ago."

"Okay, may I know your surname and the last four digits of your phone number~" The temperament is great too, the name must sound pleasant.

The young man in his twenties replied, "My name is Hu Renzhu."

"Alright, please hold on~" Oh my, is he here for consultation? It wouldn’t even matter if he’s sick this handsome, or perhaps it would be even better. His eyes seem so melancholic, let me check the phone number...

The whiskered man at the side took a step forward: "The last four digits are 3411."

The receptionist glanced at the whiskered man, with eyes seeming to show a mix of resignation and disappointment—was the phone number left by this guy?

The whiskered man’s eyes were also full of helplessness.

He fell into memory.

...

Two days ago.

Inside Yan Nuo Psychological Consulting Room.

"Mr. Nan, are you going off-script again?!"

With strong emotional management, the whiskered man didn’t let himself exclaim.

"Do you want to drag me into going off-script with you?"

Facing the whiskered man’s surprise,

Nan Zhubin’s expression was justified: "Only then will I teach you Micro-expression Analysis."

The whiskered man took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and barely suppressed his emotions.

After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence: "Professional matters should stay in the consulting room; what you’re doing is too amateurish..."

But Nan Zhubin interrupted: "The clinic that transferred the case withheld key information from me, leading me to potentially misjudge the client’s situation during consultations, thereby interfering with the effective therapy. In such a case, obtaining necessary information through my legal means is actually being most responsible to the visitor!"

That righteous stance was momentarily dazzling to the whiskered man.

"Then I won’t learn anymore." The whiskered man turned to leave in the next second.

The whiskered man wasn’t the kind of young assistant like Shen Bing; he had shifted careers halfway, and thus was more aware of the dangers of navigating the complexities of the industry, well aware of its dangers.

The consulting room protects not only the visitors but also the consultants!

Nan Zhubin didn’t stop him, only saying leisurely:

"Mr. Hu. I’m going not only for the visitor this time but also for myself."

The whiskered man’s movement paused, and he blinked.

"You know my past situation." Nan Zhubin’s tone began to deepen, "I was expelled from my former school due to a consulting accident."

"However, I now know—that previous case of mine might have other underpinnings, I was being used."

Nan Zhubin almost confessed to the whiskered man: "I want to find out what really happened back then."

"Therefore, my visit to that psychological clinic this time carries not just professional interests, but personal— or rather, personal vendetta."

The whiskered man sat back down, surveying Nan Zhubin.

"I’ve heard about your story; I sympathize." The expression on the whiskered man’s face seemed evaluative, "But let me be straightforward—our relationship doesn’t seem deep enough for you to share matters of the heart like this with me, let alone for me to do what you propose."

"Did you think ahead to ask for my help, or was it a spur-of-the-moment thought because I want to learn Micro-expression Analysis from you?"

Nan Zhubin thought for a moment: "Half and half."

"Which half is from where and another half from where?" the whiskered man inquired.

Nan Zhubin looked at the whiskered man, who hadn’t left but sat back down to chat.

This indicated there was room for discussion.

"’Half,’ as you said, I indeed was prompted to invite you because you wished to study Micro-expression Analysis."

"But the ’other half,’ is that I wouldn’t extend such an invitation to just anyone in this context—I’m inviting you because it’s you."

The whiskered man slightly raised his chin, arching an eyebrow.

Nan Zhubin knew he needed to continue: "Firstly, your abilities are trustworthy. The task I wish to undertake requires sufficient professional expertise to handle colleagues working in psychological consultation too—not just anyone could cope, but you can."

Although the whiskered man often seemed outmatched in front of Nan Zhubin, he was indeed one of the top hands at Yan Nuo Center, only second to Weng Pinting; after all, he had already begun transitioning to conducting training and giving lectures as a senior consultant, which is not something anyone in the industry can accomplish.

The whiskered man nodded with modest approval, elevating his chin by 1 degree.

"Secondly, your professional ethics are also reliable. I have previously observed you protecting visitors’ privacy while at Jiang University; in our subsequent daily interactions, I also notice that you truly consider more than just commercial factors when dealing with clients."

Indeed, while compared to someone like Nan Zhubin or Weng Pinting—towering figures even within the standard ranks—Hu Renzhu still fell a little short; yet when compared to Howard and others who were purely commercial, Hu Renzhu’s professional conscience was much more substantial.

This could ensure peace of mind at critical moments and was enough to motivate Hu Renzhu to take action.

Hu Renzhu nodded approvingly at Nan Zhubin’s words, elevating his chin by another degree.

"Then, the help I’m asking of you is very minor, and even if you fail, it won’t cost you much; but the benefits I offer far exceed your input—in addition to teaching you Micro-expression Analysis, should Chairman Chen, or similarly high-level clients in the future require me to conduct corporate training or EAP projects, I absolutely will bring you along."

This was the most impactful and substantial.

The whiskered man’s breathing halted, an absolute temptation for him.

For a moment he forgot to lift his chin by another degree.

"And lastly—our relationship is good but not excessively intimate. This allows me to ask you for assistance without worrying about causing you discomfort in case of failure, and you can handle those discomforts."

The whiskered man raised his chin abruptly to its maximum: "Hey, hey, hey, is what you’re saying... reasonable!"

But.

It made quite a bit of sense.

The whiskered man’s eyes were complex.

Were Nan Zhubin to grasp him and heap praise, Hu Renzhu might need to weigh its reliability.

However, mixing in a few unpleasantly true remarks in the compliments—instead makes a rational person ponder and believe.

After a few breaths of contemplation, the whiskered man clicked his tongue: "How do you intend to ensure those future promises about involving me in corporate projects?"

Nan Zhubin maintained his composure, his face expressionless, but he looked directly into the whiskered man’s eyes: "I can only verbally assure you. Even if contractually agreed upon, it bears no binding force. Yet I believe you can trust me because I’m very trustworthy."

A ridiculous expression surfaced on the whiskered man’s face.

But, Nan Zhubin wasn’t wrong.

Never mind the whiskered man, even with Nan Zhubin’s past actions, Bald Yang would nod in affirmative regarding Nan Zhubin’s "trustworthiness."

After much reconsideration, the whiskered man finally sighed deeply: "Alright, I’ll help you this once."

Once the whiskered man agreed to the promise, he felt more at ease than when deliberating earlier.

He shrugged, even joking with Nan Zhubin: "Tell me how you plan to execute this. You’ve previously sent a law-educated young teacher in, hope you’re not thinking of sending a psychology professor in this time?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Nan Zhubin blinked and suddenly laughed: "Not at all..."

...

Memory ends.

The whiskered man set foot in Liu Lin Psychological Clinic, looking at the receptionist in front of him.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a matured, cheerful, and sunny smile.

"The appointment is mine." He pointed to Nan Zhubin, "He’s here for the consultation; I’m his... family member!"

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