Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 192 Is she highly intelligent?

The three of them were stunned for a moment. Lin Zheng glanced at Qin Qiong, then looked at Lin Shi: "Do you want to cry?"

"..."

A naked threat.

Lin Shi casually picked up a water glass and began to sing with deep emotion: "If you want to cry, then laugh~ Aww~ Aww~"

He drew out the last syllable of his voice, his brows furrowed into a V-shape, and he wore a deeply affectionate expression of "concern for the country and its people," deliberately making a quirky, vibrato.

After finishing the song, he suddenly stopped, looked at Lin Zheng, and, moving rhythmically, turned his face after each line, shouting: "Hit me! Hit me!"

Lin Zheng slowly wiped his hands clean: "That's enough for you."

"..."

Qin Zhao's lips curled up slightly.

Lin Shi glanced at her and made a face at her.

In the evening, Qin Qiong saw her go straight back to her room and called out, "Zhaozhao, do you want to go for a walk?"

Lin Shi, biting into a piece of fruit, said, "Let's go, you're practically moldy."

Qin Zhao looked into Qin Qiong's eyes and responded.

It was still a bit hot outside, and she was still wearing her usual androgynous clothes, with a jacket over them.

Qin Qiong: "Are you hot? Do you want to take off your coat? Mom will help you get it."

Qin Zhao shook his head: "It's not hot."

The rose garden is very private, and you won't encounter many people on the way.

Qin Zhao's back was in a state of being almost hunched over, and Lin Shi pulled up her collar.

"What are you doing!"

Lin Shi was taken aback: "I told you not to hunch your back, why are you reacting so strongly?"

Qin Qiong looked at her worriedly, and Qin Zhao glanced at her and pursed her lips: "You're too sudden, you scared me."

Lin Shi scoffed, "When did you become such a coward?"

Qin Zhao frowned slightly, took Qin Qiong's hand, and rested his head on her shoulder.

Lin Shi exclaimed, "You're really clingy. Don't you find it hot?"

Qin Zhao looked at Qin Qiong, her eyes clear and gentle: "Is Mom hot?"

Qin Qiong smiled and shook his head: "It's not hot. I like Zhaozhao to be close to me."

Qin Zhao looked at him and said, "Mom said it's not hot."

Lin Shi pouted, took his hands out of his pockets, and hugged the two of them: "Are you hot?"

Qin Zhao: "..."

A few people were laughing when suddenly a dog barked in the air.

Qin Zhao stiffened, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the familiar black Tibetan Mastiff.

Shen Yanci stopped, leading Max.

Max wagged its tail and barked at them, but was stopped from moving forward by the leash.

She hid behind Qin Qiong, her brows furrowing involuntarily with vigilance, her eyes revealing undisguised resistance.

Lin Shi stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, saying, "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

She stood between them in a protective posture.
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My parents and brother are all very good to me, so I don't want you to kiss me anymore.

Shen Yanci closed his eyelids, gripped the leash, nodded to Qin Qiong, and then led Max around to walk back.

His turn and steps were incredibly smooth, without the slightest hesitation.

Qin Zhao moved his mouth and lifted his foot forward slightly.

Lin Shi: "Shen Yanci is really strange, he didn't even say hello."

He looked at Qin Zhao: "Does he know you're a girl? Next time you tell him, it'll scare him to death."

She lowered her eyelids and fidgeted with her fingers.

Seeing that Lin Shi's expression was not good, Qin Qiong patted her lightly and gently: "Zhao Zhao will speak when she wants to, don't make decisions for her."

"I know," Lin Shi cried out, "I didn't say anything! I was about to burst with pent-up anger!"

"Just hold it in."

"..."

After she went back and took a bath, Qin Qiong noticed that she wasn't in a good mood and said softly, "Zhao Zhao, are you thinking about how to explain this to your friends?" She only had a handful of close friends, and when it came to explaining, there was only Manman.

She said, "It's okay, Mom. I can handle it."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and Qin Qiong said, "How about we go and have a chat with Sister Weiwei tomorrow?"

It was supposed to be a chat, but it was actually a confirmed diagnosis.

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement.

Around 1 a.m., she locked the door.

She placed the moon lamp by her bedside. The light was soft and warm. With her eyelids lowered, she touched the lamp with her fingertips, and her fingers seemed to glow as well.

He really didn't want to see her again.

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Lin Shi called Qin Zhao to go out and play.

Qin Zhao refused.

He complained, "What are you doing cooped up at home all day?"

Lin Zheng called him to the study and told him about Qin Zhao's situation: "We're taking Zhao Zhao to see a psychologist today. Be careful what you say and do."

After reading the report, he said, "Complex post-traumatic stress disorder, but she seems quite normal most of the time."

"Her IQ is higher than average, and she maintains social function through cognitive compensation, which is why we can't see it. But it is essentially an internal exhaustion."

Lin Shi: "Is she highly intelligent?"

"..."

Lin Shi coughed lightly: "Is it serious?"

Lin Zheng: "Without intervention, in the worst case, it may develop into severe depression with dissociative identity disorder within 3 years, requiring lifelong guardianship."

"Is it that serious?" Lin Shi was a little incredulous.

"The psychologist will assess the specific situation again today." Lin Zheng patted his shoulder. "If possible, please take good care of your sister."

"You don't need to say it." Lin Shi slammed the report shut in frustration. "I'm her brother."

"Also, don't talk to your mother about Zhao Zhao's situation; she's under a lot of pressure too."

Lin Shi nodded: "Understood."

"My son has grown up."

Lin Shi scoffed.

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Qin Qiong and Lin Zheng accompanied Qin Zhao.

Lin Jianwei did not approach Qin Zhao first, but instead talked to Qin Qiong and Lin Zheng first, and only then did she talk to Qin Zhao.

Qin Qiong and Lin Zheng sat outside, while Qin Zhao pursed his lips and sat down in a chair.

Lin Jianwei: "Just water again? I have some freshly squeezed juice today, would you like some?"

Qin Zhao shook his head.

Lin Jianwei: "Are you very nervous?"

Qin Zhao paused, no longer following her path of opening up: "Am I that serious?"

Lin Jianwei placed a glass of water in front of her: "You don't seem as patient as you were last time."

She didn't blame her, and sat down next to her: "Can you tell me how you feel right now?"

Qin Zhao lowered his head: "They are very worried about me."

"You don't want them to worry?" Lin Jianwei smiled gently. "How do you feel?"

Seeing her silence, Lin Jianwei smiled gently: "Our promise from last time still stands. I am only responsible for you, and I will not tell anyone about your situation without your permission. Of course, if you exhibit any extreme behavior, such as suicidal thoughts, this agreement will be void."

"I didn't want to commit suicide," Qin Zhao denied quickly, looking at her.

“This is just one example.” Lin Jian smiled and placed the informed consent form, privacy agreement, and other documents in front of her. “Once the agreement is signed, we will be true allies.”

After reading the agreement, Qin Zhao frowned involuntarily, paused for a moment, and then signed his name.

Lin Jianwei had been observing her the whole time, and after she finished signing, she said, "Thank you for trusting me."

Qin Zhao received two forms: the Post-Traumatic Stress Assessment Scale and the Hamilton Anxiety Rating Scale.

The next chapter will be late... I'm sorry, around 1 a.m.

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