He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Fu Yanchen's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had expected her to be so cautious and soft-hearted. He nodded slightly and agreed with her, saying, "Okay. I'll take you to see the attending physician here."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the doctor's office, leading the emotionally turbulent Sang Jiuning along with him.

Soon, the two arrived at the office of the attending physician, Zhou Renqing.

The office is simple yet sophisticated, exuding a scholarly atmosphere.

Zhou Renqing is a middle-aged man in his forties. He wears a pair of exquisite black-rimmed glasses, his hair is neatly combed, and his expression is calm and refined, exuding the professionalism and rigor of a top-notch doctor.

Fu Yanchen gave Sang Jiuning a brief introduction, and Sang Jiuning then learned that the doctor in front of her, Dr. Zhou, was a world-renowned authority in psychiatry and psychology. He had been specially invited by Fu Yanchen to stay at the sanatorium year-round to treat the patients there.

Zhou Renqing glanced at Sang Jiuning with gentle eyes and instantly guessed her identity. Without any further pleasantries, he handed her the thick medical record he had prepared.

"Miss, please take a look at this medical record first."

Sang Jiuning quickly took the medical record, her fingertips trembling slightly. She carefully flipped through each page, feeling increasingly heavy-hearted and distressed, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

After finishing the last page, she suppressed the turmoil in her heart, looked up at Zhou Renqing, and asked directly, her tone cautiously urgent, "Dr. Zhou, I want to ask, if I go in to see my mother now, will it agitate her mental state and worsen her condition?"

This is what she worries about most and cares about most.

Zhou Renqing pushed up his glasses, his expression grave, and slowly said, "Miss Sang, we have been treating your mother's condition for a long time. We have tried all the professional methods available, including medication, psychological intervention, and deep hypnosis, but the results have been minimal, with almost no improvement."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious and deliberate: "Her brain nerves have been slowly deteriorating. She has isolated herself for years, immersing herself in her own fantasy world, and is extremely detached and numb to the outside world and its people. In my opinion, conventional treatments are no longer effective."

Sang Jiuning's heart sank little by little, and her fingertips tightened slightly.

Zhou Renqing continued, "Perhaps, if you, her most cherished biological daughter, step forward and stimulate her consciousness up close, it might break down her closed mental barrier and possibly completely awaken her and cure her illness."

Sang Jiuning's eyes widened, and after a moment of inner struggle and hesitation, her gaze hardened.

Whether it's good or bad, she can't wait any longer.

She wanted to see her mother and stay by her side.

Taking a deep breath, she said firmly, "Okay, I'll go see my mother now."

Zhou Renqing nodded immediately, his demeanor efficient and reliable: "I'll arrange for two professional nurses to follow you and be on standby at all times. If the patient's emotions become uncontrollable or the situation becomes unpleasant, we'll come in immediately to administer a sedative. We guarantee there won't be any accidents, so you can go in with peace of mind."

Sang Jiuning nodded gently, her fingertips clenching the hem of her clothes, creating shallow wrinkles, before following Zhou Renqing step by step toward the ward.

Fu Yanchen stood still, watching her slightly tense back, his deep eyes churning with emotions no one could decipher. In the end, he simply stood outside the door and did not follow her in.

Sang Jiuning took a deep breath, gently pushed open the ward door, and slowly walked in.

Fu Xulan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed holding a lifelike doll, seemed to hear the noise. She slowly raised her head, her eyes, which were very similar to Sang Jiuning's, paused for a moment, and stared fixedly at the door, her eyes filled with a bit of bewilderment.

Sang Jiuning stopped and looked at the person in front of her. Her nose tingled, and tears that had been welling up for a long time finally fell. She spoke softly, her voice choked with uncontrollable sobs: "Mom, it's me, Ningning. I've come to see you."

Fu Xulan froze for a few seconds, then her hands tightened around the doll, her eyes slowly reddening. She shakily released the doll, slowly rising to her feet, holding onto the bedside. She moved step by step towards Sang Jiuning, her lips trembling for a long time before finally uttering a broken, indistinct voice: "Ningning...my Ningning? Are you really my Ningning?"

Sang Jiuning's tears fell even harder. She bit her lip and nodded vigorously, reaching out to gently grasp her mother's cold, trembling hand: "It's me, Mom, it really is Ningning. I've come to find you."

Fu Xulan's tears welled up instantly, the cloudy tears sliding down her cheeks. She raised her trembling hand and gently stroked Sang Jiuning's cheek, her fingertips delicately caressing her eyebrows and eyes, repeatedly saying, "It really is you... My Ningning has grown up, grown so much..."

She suddenly pulled Sang Jiuning into her arms, the force so strong it felt like she wanted to meld her into her very bones. Her shoulders trembled, and suppressed sobs escaped her lips: "I'm sorry, Ningning... Mommy is so sorry for not being by your side all these years..."

Sang Jiuning leaned against her mother's warm embrace, listening to her tearful apology. All her emotions finally broke down, and she hugged her mother and cried loudly. All the grievances of being alone for so many years and the bittersweet heartache of seeing her mother poured out with her tears.

Outside the door, Fu Yanchen stood quietly in the corridor, listening to the suppressed sobs inside. A faint tenderness appeared between his cold and stern brows. He gently turned away, giving the mother and daughter enough space to be alone.

Zhou Renqing stood beside him and reported in a low voice: "President Fu, after Miss Sang went in, the patient's emotions remained very stable and there was no excessive or out-of-control reaction. This is the first time in all the time that the patient has responded so strongly to external stimuli, which is a good thing."

Fu Yanchen gave a soft "hmm," his gaze falling on the distant mountains seen through the floor-to-ceiling window, and said calmly, "Keep an eye on them, and notify me immediately if anything happens."

"I see."

Not long after, Lu Xiangyang called back, his tone respectful and cautious: "Young Master, we found out. Fu Yanchen's car went towards the private sanatorium in the suburbs. The two of them have entered the main building of the sanatorium, went straight to the third floor, and stopped outside ward 303. We can't find anything after that. Our people were quickly eliminated."

Wen Zhaoci's eyes were low and unreadable, revealing neither his personality nor his emotions. "Okay, I understand. Continue investigating Sang Jiuning and Fu Yanchen, and also send someone to keep an eye on Fu Yanchen."

"Yes, young master."

Private sanatorium?

Wen Zhaoci's heart sank suddenly, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Why is she not at school or eating? Why is she going to a private sanatorium? And with Fu Yanchen?

The unease in his heart grew stronger, and his obsessive possessiveness fermented wildly. He wished he could drive there immediately and pull Sang Jiuning back from Fu Yanchen's side.

But reason told him he couldn't do that.

……