The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 137 Confession! I’ve Liked You for 15 Years!

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Confession! I’ve Liked You for 15 Years!

"Lie down on this couch," Jiang Man looked around and determined that the best place for hypnosis was this couch.

Nan Juefeng lay down on it, his hands clasped over his lower abdomen.

Jiang Man walked to the window and pulled the curtain slightly, allowing light into the room but not too intense.

"Do you usually listen to music?"

Jiang Man came over to ask.

Nan Juefeng thought for a moment, "I listen to wildrose’s songs, I like every single one of them," he said.

"Really?" Jiang Man was surprised, not expecting to have gained another fan.

"But her songs are not suitable for hypnosis, they’re too intense."

"Yoga music, is that okay?" she paused and asked.

Nan Juefeng didn’t speak, his eyes drooping, and the corners of his mouth lifting in a display of complete trust in her.

Jiang Man was touched, feeling a different kind of emotion.

When she used to treat people, she faced a lot of skepticism, whether about her youth or that she was female. Are her medical skills really that good?

Each time she was doubted, she could only stay silent and let her abilities speak for themselves.

But it wasn’t like that with Nan Juefeng. He didn’t seem to doubt that she was a Divine Doctor at 20. Not only did he not doubt her, but he was also very cooperative.

"Very good, a patient’s trust in their doctor is the best understanding," she said to herself.

Jiang Man pulled out a silver pocket watch from her pocket, which she carried with her.

Though the pocket watch was old, it shined brilliantly in the sunlight.

She gently coaxed him, turned on her phone, adjusted the volume to the best level, and played a soothing piece of yoga music.

"Take a deep breath, relax your body. Right now, you’re on a comfortable bed, and you can start to feel drowsiness coming over you..."

Nan Juefeng stared at the swaying pocket watch, undistracted, and quickly fell into the hypnotic state.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a hospital room, with the scent of disinfectant filling his nose, and feeling as though he’d been run over by a car, his bones aching.

"Daddy, will big brother die?"

Suddenly, a soft and tender child’s voice reached his ears.

Startled, he turned his head and saw a little girl sitting on the bed next to him. She had short doll-like hair, was wearing a hospital uniform, and her big, clear eyes were looking straight at him.

"Big brother has been blessed by angels, he’s already come back to life, he’s not going to die, he will be fine from now on," said a voice.

"Then he’s Manman’s companion, Manman is also a child blessed by angels."

The scene shifted, and an unknown number of days had passed.

The little girl’s health had improved, and she could now get out of bed and walk.

She approached his bedside, holding a cute little bear pendant.

"Big brother, this little bear bear can bring good luck, I’m giving it to you. You’ll get well soon, just like Manman," she said.

"Your name’s Manman? It’s a nice name," he replied.

"What about you, big brother? What’s your name?"

"Me? I don’t know. I don’t have a name."

At that moment, a breeze blew through the window of the hospital room.

With her little tiger teeth showing, the girl smiled sweetly, "Then I’ll call you Brother Feng, okay? I like the wind."

After a few more days, Nan Juefeng was able to get out of bed and walk.

The hospital and society made a concerted effort and eventually got in touch with his family.

His story had been constantly broadcast on television during that period.

Abducted by traffickers at the age of four, during that time, the traffickers had always tried to sell him, but he either escaped or acted so bad that no buyer took interest.

Over time, when he became unsellable, the traffickers devised even more malicious methods, beating him daily and forcing him to beg on the streets.

They even struck his legs brutally with a club, intending to cripple him.

He endured seven years of torment at the hands of the traffickers and finally managed to escape during one of his begging outings.

Passersby quickly took him to the hospital and reported to the police.

Media and kind-hearted people from all walks of life felt sympathy for his plight, and various reports helped him search for his relatives.

Nan Juefeng was only 11 years old at the time. He didn’t have a clear memory of his relatives, with his recollections stopping at the age of 4 when he was abducted.

He only remembered that his house was very big, and his mother was very gentle.

"Child, my dear child, I finally found you!"

Finally, one day, Nan Juefeng’s family found him.

A man in his early forties, dressed in a suit, brought a classy lady in her thirties, who was dressed exquisitely, into the hospital room.

The lady held him warmly and cried her eyes out.

But Nan Juefeng resisted.

"Come, call me mom," the lady coaxed gently.

However, Nan Juefeng clenched his teeth and remained silent.

"This child, so impolite," the middle-aged man showed a look of disappointment, but the lady comforted him, "The child hasn’t received proper education, don’t blame him, it’s not his fault."

Later, he learned from the man’s secretary that after he was kidnapped, his mother was devastated, weeping every day. She became deeply depressed and passed away by the third year.

His father remarried not long after, and the new mother married into the family while pregnant.

Nan Juefeng cried that night, hating the injustice of fate and mourning the gentle mother who had died because of him.

That night, he ran away. He didn’t want to return to that wealthy family; he hid himself in a cabinet at the nurse’s station, curled up like a little shrimp.

He heard footsteps coming and going outside, not knowing how much time had passed, he felt ravenous, and the surroundings fell into dead silence.

After what seemed like an eternity, the cabinet door was knocked on.

A little hand opened the door and passed him a bowl of steaming-hot tofu pudding.

The little girl blinked her big eyes, her baby face filled with wariness as she gestured for him to be quiet.

That night, he tasted the most delicious food in his life.

He and the little girl hid in the cabinet together, and she told him she would keep him hidden from the bad guys.

For the first time, he wasn’t so scared and slept the most comfortably he had in seven years.

"Big brother, why don’t you go home? My dad said that scary man is your dad."

"I don’t like him, and I have no home."

"Then come to my house, big brother. My dad is a super, super good man."

"Silly little sister, I can’t go to your house."

"Why not?"

"Because we are not family."

"Then how can we become family?"

"By me marrying you."

In the cabinet, the two kids whispered to each other.

He was 11 years old, and she was only 5.

A tiny bundle, soft and tender, nestled in his arms.

"Then I’ll be your wife~"

After that night, the two of them were found by the nurses.

His father brought several bodyguards with him, forcibly dragging him away.

But he didn’t want to leave his adorable sister Manman.

He kept howling while little Manman had long been crying a river, held back by her father who wouldn’t let her come forward.

He stretched out his hand trying to grab little Manman, who was rubbing her eyes, crying her heart out.

"Manman, you must remember me, I’ll protect you in the future, I’ll be your knight brother!"

He was taken away, and little Manman in the ward was still crying.

Her father comforted her, taking out a little notebook: "This is from your older brother, treasure it well."

Little Manman opened the notebook, which was filled with childlike watercolor paintings, recording every little moment they had shared in the hospital.

The scene shifted to Nan Juefeng returning to his wealthy home.

A boy dressed in a small suit, with a slicked-back hairstyle, and looking two or three years younger than him was sitting by the piano; he humphed upon seeing him.

He attempted to touch the piano, but the boy slapped his hand away: "You filthy beggar, don’t touch my stuff!"

"I’m not a beggar!" he roared.

The boy immediately stood up from the piano bench, his voice even louder: "You are a beggar! I saw the news about you being a beggar on TV! What’s a filthy beggar doing in my house?"

"I’m not a beggar!" Angry, he punched the boy.

The boy cried as if his heart was being torn apart.

On his first day back home, he was locked in a dark room by his father, who wouldn’t allow anyone to bring him food. He hid in that narrow, tiny, pitch-black room, both cold and hungry.

As he slipped into unconsciousness in his daze, he thought of that soft and glutinous little dumpling, as well as that fragrant bowl of tofu pudding.

The painful memories from his childhood flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

His half-brother, having the same father but a different mother, did not welcome him and constantly opposed him, often staging self-harm to tattle to their father.

At first, his father would lock him in the dark room, but later on, he employed family discipline.

Gradually, he changed, becoming more adept at disguising himself, more obedient, more compliant.

He excelled academically and at 17, he got into the University of Oxford in England with outstanding grades.

Choosing to go abroad, he finally escaped that suffocating family.

His younger brother, coddled since childhood, became increasingly profligate, lacking in education and learning, with his father’s initial indulgence turning into later disdain.

He returned home with his degree and won the approval of his father and the family.

His father was diagnosed with stomach cancer and called him to his sickbed, "Feng, I’m sorry for not treating you right, I hope you won’t hate me. Your stepmother and brother, from now on, I leave them in your care. If there’s hate, hate me, don’t take it out on them."

"Nan Corporation will be yours, I have full confidence in you."

"And that girl named Manman, I know you’ve been searching for her all these years. You’re too fixated, child. What if she’s no longer in this world? You must learn to reconcile with yourself."

On the night his father passed away, he locked himself in his room.

It was only later that he discovered that his feelings for his father were not all hate; there was love too.

"Young master, this is something the master instructed me to give you before he passed away."

After the funeral, the butler brought over a large box.

Inside the box were his mother’s belongings.

"The master always treasured them dearly, keep them safe."

The butler said, pointing to a pair of dragon-phoenix bracelets inside.

"The master and madam had an agreement that if you, young master, ever found a wife, these dragon-phoenix bracelets would be yours to give to her."

"Young master, the master said to go find your Manman. Whether she’s alive or dead, you need to settle this for yourself, after all, she’s your one and only solace in this world."

"I will definitely find her!"

...

Jiang Man stood by the sofa, accompanying Nan Juefeng for over two hours.

She felt the fluctuations in the man’s emotions; he began with smiles, but later his brows were constantly furrowed, and he even shed tears.

He kept calling out ’Dad, Mom, Manman’ in his sleep.

Every time he called out ’Manman’, Jiang Man’s heart would tremble.

He held her hand tightly, as if clinging to his most treasured possession, as though he wanted it embedded into his marrow.

"Manman, I’ve found her, Dad and Mom, you can rest in peace now, I will give her that phoenix bracelet."

At these words, Jiang Man’s hand shook.

And just then, Nan Juefeng woke up abruptly from the hypnosis.

The two locked eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

He had been talking in his sleep, and Jiang Man had more or less come to understand his past.

She knew his childhood was tragic and his character’s obsession was greatly influenced by his family.

Such obsession couldn’t be cured by medication alone; it required gradual guidance.

Just as Jiang Man was about to speak, Nan Juefeng suddenly sat up and pulled her into a hug, holding her close to his chest.

Jiang Man was startled, her pupils dilated in shock.

Nan Juefeng’s arms wrapped tightly around her, as if he wanted to meld her into his bones, his head resting on her shoulder and continuously brushing back and forth.

"Manman, I’ve finally found you, but why am I still a step too late? Why have you become someone else’s bride?"

Jiang Man stiffened.

"What do you expect me to do? I’ve been looking for you for 15 years. You said you would marry me, so why did you break your promise?"

The man’s low voice rose in her ears.

Jiang Man clenched her fists: "I was still a child back then..."

Indeed she was young, and some specific memories were not clear to her. She only remembered a ’Knight’ brother, hiding together in the nurse’s station cabinet.

As for what they said at the time, the promises they made, she had no recollection.

"Manman..."

Nan Juefeng suddenly gently pushed her away, his eyes burning intensely as he stared straight at the girl: "Aren’t you a ’Divine Doctor’? Can’t you see what disease I have?"

Jiang Man was taken aback, her mouth opening and closing.

After a long while, she finally responded with a furrowed brow: "Lovesickness."

"Yes! It is lovesickness! When I learned that you and Lu Xingzhou were already married, I felt like my entire world had collapsed. The high wall built by my convictions crumbled to the ground in an instant..."

"Manman, do you know how I survived these 15 years? It was by holding on to the thought of you. Without you, I would die."

The words ’I would die’ were spoken lightly, without strength, but they made Jiang Man feel uncomfortable inside.

She had studied psychology extensively and was well aware of the psyche of those with obsessive personalities.

They are desperately lacking in love; such individuals construct a mental crutch in their minds, surviving by clutching onto this support.

They live more tiredly than normal people, endure more hardships than normal people.

Once they lose this mental crutch, the entire person becomes depressed and in severe cases, may become world-weary or prone to thoughts of suicide.

These individuals need to be healed by love; they are starved for affection, but once they experience it, they will give everything, like moths to a flame.

She was shocked that a man at the pinnacle of the pyramid, the one in power at the Nan Corporation, could have such a severe psychological disorder.

And she was his mental support?

"Nan Juefeng, when we are sick we should seek proper treatment. There’s no need to fear; I have come across many cases like yours in medical records, some even more severe, who have eventually recovered. Believe in yourself and believe in me, you too can get better," she said.

"I... can’t get better..." Nan Juefeng said with a bitter smile, his deep-set eyes shining, tear-filled in a way that made him look pitifully like a puppy. "Because I’ve fallen in love with a married woman."

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