Chapter 372: Emotional Disorder Mental Health Center

Chapter 372: Emotional Disorder Psychiatric Treatment Center

Wu Yue felt this was no longer just a kiss—Shen Que seemed intent on chewing her up and devouring her.

She tilted her head back, her legs trembling, limbs weak, her brain starved of oxygen like her soul was leaving her body.

She gasped out with difficulty, "I can't breathe."

Shen Que lifted Wu Yue in one swift motion, seating her on the writing desk. He wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder as he breathed heavily,

"Wu Yue, you'll be the end of me."

Wu Yue hooked her arms around Shen Que’s neck, leaning weakly against him. Without hesitation, Shen Que tightened his embrace, holding her close.

Wu Yue murmured, "You're squeezing me to death."

Shen Que, furious, growled, "I dare you to dodge me again. Try it.

Go into that group right now and tell them I’m your husband. Let’s see who dares set me up on a blind date.

Young, with good morals, handsome, strong, and an elite fighter—all of that is yours alone. You’re the one who brought me back from death, you trained me and armed me. No one else gets to even *think* about it!"

Wu Yue, mortified, whispered, "What are you saying? Didn’t you see they already booted me from the group?"

"Shen Que has invited Wu Yue to join the group chat."

The previously heated, all-out brawl of a group instantly fell into dead silence.

Shen Que sat behind Wu Yue on the sofa, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Take out your communicator."

Wu Yue with trembling hands pulled out her communicator and opened the group chat interface.

"Zhou Qianfeng: @Wu Yue Oh? Coming back to mark your territory?"

Wu Yue looked at Shen Que with puppy-dog eyes. "Are you bullying me?"

The sight of her like this nearly turned Shen Que to mush—but no, he couldn’t let her slide today!

Shen Que warned, "If you don’t say it, I will."

Wu Yue, "Say what?"

"Shen Que: @Fu Yanqi @Lu Li I’m free right now. Where’s the blind date?"

"Jian Suiyu: Nice move."

"Richard: Nice."

"Jie Chen: About time you stood your ground, huh?"

"Fu Yanqi: @Fu Yixue Grandmaster, I’ve already drew up the matchmaking list. Please review."

"Fu Yixue: Enough! How many times must I teach you? Where’s your common sense?"

"Fu Yanqi: …So it’s my fault now?"

"Zhou Qianfeng: @Lu Li @Shen Que Clear out Conference Room 3. On it."

"Lu Li: …Sending me to my death? My life means nothing?"

"Shen Que: Whatever."

Shen Que released Wu Yue, and as he was about to stand up, she immediately grabbed him. "Where are you going?"

Shen Que looked at her. "You heard me. I'm going on a blind date. Not like you give a damn, do you? You played deaf earlier, and now you’re still keeping quiet."

Wu Yue gritted her teeth. "You're engaged to me now! Got no shame? You're not even single, yet you're going on a blind date!"

Shen Que leaned down, bringing his face close to hers, and scoffed. "Oh please, who’s gonna find out? Right now, everyone just thinks you ghosted me out of nowhere. And you're lecturing me about morals?"

Wu Yue was furious. "I already said I didn’t break up with you! If we broke up, then why’d you kiss me like that just now? Why did you keep holding me? Why’d you even… put your hand—"

Shen Que braced his hand against the back of the sofa, closing in on her. "My hand went where? Here?"

Wu Yue slapped his hand away. "Shen Que, get your hands off me!"

In one move, Shen Que trapped both her wrists, then lifted her up and sat back on the sofa with her in his lap.

Wu Yue thrashed, furious, and Shen Que’s voice dropped rough. "Stop moving."

Wu Yue froze. "Then let me go."

Shen Que shook his head. "No."

Wu Yue, "What, your precious blind date can’t wait? Let me go, then. Go ahead."

Shen Que gnashed his teeth. "Wu Yue, you’re downright heartless. You won’t stop until you’ve driven me mad."

Wu Yue ducked her head, saying nothing. Shen Que was so angry he could barely breathe. He pulled out a talisman Jiang Yuhua had given him and slapped it in front of Wu Yue’s face. She was stunned.

"Jian Suiyu gave this to you!?"

Shen Que sneered. "Jian Suiyu wouldn’t dare. If he did, Jiang Yuhua would cut ties with him on the spot. She gave it to me herself."

Wu Yue looked utterly lost. "Am I being abandoned by everyone now?"

Shen Que scoffed. "Abandoned? Jiang Yuhua handed this to me openly. If I really tried to force you, even if she couldn’t beat me, she’d have the Jiang army turn me to paste. And if Jian Suiyu dared to stop her, she’d take them both out.

"And your dad—hiding everything, then vanishing when things go wrong, only to play the good guy and say, 'Come home for dinner tomorrow!'

"I’m the unlucky fool here, getting played by all of you. The Jiang family is rotten—every last one of you, all backstabbers and snakes!

"First the royal court, now your family—always someone grinding me down."

By the end, Shen Que lowered his head and let go of Wu Yue. Her chest seized, and she grabbed him.

Shen Que barked a hollow laugh and crushed the talisman in his hand. "Wu Yue, I’ve got more pride than that. If I really did something like that, then I’d truly be a pathetic loser.

"Your dad claimed your *seal* was failing, so I was prepared to never touch you for the rest of my life. But he lied to me, and you went along with it. Did you get off on toying with me?"

He leaned back weakly against the sofa, looking like he’d crumple any second.

Wu Yue’s pulse hammered. Seeing him like this, she finally panicked. "Shen Que, you swore you’d never release me."

Shen Que nodded. "Yeah. But love is a two-person thing. Why cling when you’ll just drop me?"

Wu Yue shook her head helplessly, "No, it's just... I did plan to handle everything, but now..."

She trailed off, unable to continue. Yes, it seemed she had never truly respected Shen Que's wishes—she had always made decisions about their relationship on her own.

So now, Shen Que was finally exhausted. Now, it was Shen Que who wanted to give up.

Wu Yue slowly lowered her head. Shen Que shot her a blank look, his heart lodged in his throat.

"'Emotional Disorder Psychiatric Treatment Center (8)'"

"Shen Que: This better fucking work. If anything happens to my wife, I’ll kill every last one of you."

"Chun Ya: It will work, don’t panic! If you don’t push Wu Yue, she’ll handle similar problems the same way next time.

You two are deeply in love now, but even the strongest feelings can’t endure constant testing. If this keeps up, you might really give up."

"Jian Suiyu: ...Then you might be overestimating him. He’s just a down-bad simp."

"Jiang Yuhua: Chun Ya is right. Whether you end up with Shen Que is one thing, but Mei Bao’s emotional disorder absolutely must be treated."

Shen Que’s composure almost shattered.

"Shen Que: So you really are gambling with me?! Fuck this! If she’s made up her mind, she’s done with me!"

"Chun Ya: Don’t panic! Turn up the heat a bit, and it might just work!"

"Shen Que: I think Wu Yue’s on the verge of cracking!"

"Jiang Yuhua invited Zhou Qianfeng to the group chat."

"Zhou Qianfeng: @Shen Que, stay calm, I’ll help you. Trust me—Uncle’s got your back, since when do I lie?"

Wu Yue finally let out a sigh of relief and picked up her communicator. Shen Que’s face instantly turned cold.

"Oh, so now you’re ready to reply?"

Wu Yue shook her head, "I want to break our 'Fated Pair' status."

Shen Que’s face fell. Just as he was about to back down, Wu Yue suddenly covered his mouth.

"Psych!"

"S4 New Season Group"

"Wu Yue: @Shen Que, you’re seriously going on a blind date?"

"Shen Que: Yeah, they’re forcing me into it."

"Wu Yue: Just because they arranged it, you have to go? Where’s your spine? Say no!

Shen Que is my fiancé—who the hell thinks they can set him up? Smile.jpg

@Jiang Cheng, check the damn group vibe before spewing nonsense. How did you even get to be admin?"

"Shen Que: I also think what they’re doing is really shady as hell, and they know it."

"Jiang Cheng: My bad, boss. I’ll rein them in. I also think they’re being completely out of line."

"Everyone: ... Damn, you two are such two-faced snakes!!"