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

Chapter 197 Mother Teaches Slowly

Qin Qiong raised his eyes slightly, his brows furrowed, and he sighed softly.

It's a rainy day, Mom.

The two elements most conducive to sleep, yet Qin Zhao did not fall asleep.

She didn't move at all, quieter than if she were asleep.

Around four in the morning, she vaguely heard Qin Qiong calling her.

But I just can't open my eyes.

Qin Qiong ran to open the door, but couldn't open it at first. He then realized that the combination lock was also locked from the bottom.

She lowered her eyelids and unlocked the door.

……

Qin Zhao woke up around nine o'clock. Her eyelids were heavy and there was something stuck to her forehead.

She squinted and tore it off, looking at it for a few seconds before realizing it was a fever-reducing patch.

Qin Qiong happened to be bringing over the porridge. Seeing that she was awake, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with a forced smile: "You're awake."

In the middle of the night, Qin Zhao's temperature suddenly rose, which startled her.

Qin Zhao could tell from the dark circles under her eyes that she hadn't slept well. She lowered her eyelashes and said, "I've made you worry again."

Qin Qiong gently patted her head, her eyes glistening with tears: "Aren't you silly? It's only right that your mother worries about you. As long as you're alright, everything is worth it."

Qin Qiong hasn't gone out these past few days; he's stayed home with her.

In the afternoon, Qin Qiong told her that the security at the villa was going to be upgraded.

She pointed to Qin Zhao's room door: "Do you want to add another auxiliary lock here?"

Qin Zhao curled his fingers slightly.

Qin Qiong: "Current door locks have anti-pry alarms, but adding one might be better."

The renovation workers were very efficient and installed the auxiliary lock in no time.

Qin Qiong locked the door and looked at her gently: "Isn't this much better?"

Qin Zhao wasn't stupid; she knew Qin Qiong must have noticed her anxiety. She hummed in agreement and hugged her, saying, "Thank you, Mom."

Qin Qiong held her hand and gently stroked her hair: "Baby, these problems are nothing."

"Mom knows you don't want us to worry." Qin Qiong looked at her gently, pausing occasionally. "More than worrying, Mom wants to face this with you."

Qin Qiong smiled, but her eyes were full of tears: "Mom knows you have your own opinions, you are very brave and smart. Over the years, you have gotten used to handling things on your own, and you can handle them very well."

“You’ve just encountered a hurdle, and I believe you can overcome it on your own.”

“But Zhaozhao,” Qin Qiong said, her face filled with sorrow and heartache, “Mom has missed too much of your life. Many times when you needed me, I wasn’t there for you.”

"In the future, you will become stronger and stronger, you will have your own life and your own things to do. You may not need me as much anymore."

“This time,” she touched Qin Zhao’s face, “when you encounter setbacks and perhaps need your mother, can you let me face them with you?”

Her tears fell onto Qin Zhao's hand, burning as intensely as the first time.

She neither blamed her nor forced her.

She was simply enveloped in a mother's love without thorns.

Look at her with a mother's forgiving yet sorrowful eyes.

Qin Zhao's eyes also welled up with tears, and she nodded under her gaze.

Qin Qiong's expression relaxed slightly, and she hugged Qin Zhao with a smile and tears in her eyes.

After a while, she looked at Qin Zhao and said in a gentle voice, "Are you not used to suddenly not wearing a corset?"

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement.

Qin Qiong: "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Qin Zhao was silent for two seconds, then Qin Qiong said, "I hope to hear the truth."

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelids: "If I don't bring it, I feel very uncomfortable during the day and I won't be able to sleep at night."

Qin Qiong's eyes were filled with heartache. At first, she only thought that binding her chest was a constraint and bad for her spinal and respiratory development. But she forgot about that.

She played the role of a boy for over ten years and wore a chest binder for four years.

The corset had long been part of her sense of security.

Despite feeling so uncomfortable, she still chose to obey after being told she could continue wearing the corset.

She felt insecure, so she didn't want to go out, which is why she developed a hunchback.

How could she only find out about this now?
Qin Qiong slowly exhaled: "Thank you for being willing to tell me this."

"But you can't wear that corset anymore."

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement: "I know."

Qin Qiong took out a box: "Try this, it should be quite effective at binding the chest."

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, looked at the box, and then looked at Qin Qiong.

"Don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable, not even for my sake." Qin Qiong patted her head. "But binding your chest for a long time isn't good for your health. If you're not used to taking it off suddenly, we can take it slowly, okay?"

She handed the gift box to Qin Zhao: "It's not that oppressive, but it's very effective at concealing itself."

"How about we wear it one hour less each day?"

Qin Zhao pouted, tilted her head, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Am I being unreasonable? Too self-righteous."

Qin Qiong wiped away her tears: "You don't need to be so sensible in front of your family. Home is a place where you can show your flaws and weaknesses."

"It's not your fault, it's just that no one taught Zhaozhao before. Mom will teach her slowly."

Qin Zhao seemed to be struck by lightning, and her whole body softened: "Mom."

Qin Zhao agreed to reveal the true nature of his illness to Qin Qiong, after discussing it with Lin Jianwei.

Her treatment primarily involved psychological adjustment and counseling, supplemented by medication.

The dosage is also the minimum standard, and is dynamically monitored and adjusted.

When Qin Zhao received the pills, Qin Qiong was even more nervous than she was.

Trisherin can treat depression, anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder, etc., but in adolescents, it may increase the risk of suicidal thoughts or behaviors in the early stages of use.

Lin Jianwei arranges psychological assessments every day to monitor changes in her thoughts.

After Qin Zhao finished eating, his insomnia became even worse.

The problem was solved after taking sleeping pills.

She seemed to have lost all emotion; even when looking at Shen Yanci's red string, her emotions didn't fluctuate.

She felt she should be sad, but she wasn't.

She seemed to have detached herself from what had happened before.

Another, even bigger reaction was her appetite; she suddenly lost her appetite, and eating became a burden for her.

The feeling of hunger seemed to have vanished into thin air; my stomach felt empty, yet I couldn't muster any desire to fill it.

Her favorite thing used to be eating.

Now, looking at food that looks and smells delicious, it's as if there's an invisible membrane between me and it. Every time I force myself to eat a few bites, I can't eat any more.

She lost weight quickly.

Seeing her tugging at her rice with her head down, Lin Shi picked up a piece of preserved plum pork rib for her: "Why are you getting thinner and thinner? Eat more."

Qin Zhao had no appetite, but since they were all watching her, she took a bite and put it in her mouth, then gagged.

She covered her mouth and went to the bathroom, where she hugged the toilet and vomited.

She hadn't eaten much, so naturally she couldn't vomit anything, only bitter, sour fluid.

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