"No, go away!" Lin Xinlan’s emotions were still very agitated.
Rong Shaoze had to raise his voice, "Lin Xinlan, if you keep thrashing about, I won’t be nice to you anymore!"
That tactic indeed worked, she came back to her senses and slowly calmed down.
"What’s wrong with you?" The man gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, asking with a frown.
Lin Xinlan shook her head, "Nothing, I want to go to sleep now..."
Rong Shaoze looked at her deeply, but still positioned her comfortably and covered her with the quilt.
"Sleep then," he said gently.
Lin Xinlan turned away from him, exhausted she closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.
Rong Shaoze, however, couldn’t sleep.
He kept staring at her silhouette, his expression very somber.
Only very late into the night did he turn off the light and lie down to sleep.
The next day, he called over Tao Hua to give Lin Xinlan a medical check-up.
Lin Xinlan said she wasn’t ill and didn’t need a doctor, but Rong Shaoze didn’t think so.
He insisted on having Tao Hua examine her, and she, unable to resist, let them have their way.
After a thorough examination, Tao Hua told Rong Shaoze, "Her body doesn’t have any major issues, there’s no need to worry."
Rong Shaoze sat on the sofa, spoke solemnly, "Then it must be her psychological state that’s the problem, check that."
Tao Hua raised an eyebrow; psychological issues, now that’s serious.
Lin Xinlan, hugging a pillow, curled up in the corner of the sofa, her brow slightly furrowed upon hearing Rong Shaoze’s words.
"I’m not mentally ill!"
"Patients often don’t admit they’re sick," Rong Shaoze casually countered her.
Especially those with psychological issues, they either don’t admit it or don’t even realize they’re sick at all.
"You..." Lin Xinlan held back her anger and said, "I really am not ill, I’m fine, I don’t need to see a doctor."
The man stared at her with dark eyes, "Then how do you explain your overreaction last night?"
Lin Xinlan looked distressed.
Tao Hua waited for her to come up with an answer on her own, and so did Rong Shaoze.
"Anyway, I’m not sick," she stood up to leave, but the man caught her in one swift motion, pulling her back to sit down again.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, speaking in a softened tone, "Be good, Tao Hua treats psychological diseases, let him have a look at you, don’t let it get worse by delaying it."
"I’ve told you, I’m not sick!" She felt that it was he who was sick, that he was the one who needed to see a psychologist.
Rong Shaoze ignored her words and said directly to Tao Hua, "Take a look at her, and try to be thorough; it would be best to cure her in one go."
Tao Hua had studied psychology, and so had Rong Shaoze, but not as intensely as Tao Hua.
If Rong Shaoze suspected that Lin Xinlan suffered from a psychological disorder, then it was almost certainly true.
He looked at Lin Xinlan with a smile, "Miss Lin, if you’re not sick, why fear being examined by me. Let’s have a one-on-one talk, just a short chat, treat it as a conversation, what do you say?"
"Alright," she finally agreed.
Rong Shaoze patted her shoulder, got up, asked the servants to leave, and went up to his study himself.
In the living room, only she and Tao Hua remained.
Tao Hua took a sip of tea, and with a smile, asked, "You really dislike Rong Shaoze, don’t you?"
Lin Xinlan hadn’t expected him to ask this right off the bat and was momentarily stunned.
It was more than dislike, she detested him deeply.
She lowered her eyes in silence, choosing not to answer his question.
Seeing her , Tao Hua knew she had tacitly agreed.
"In fact, he does have some good qualities," Tao Hua said lightly.