Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

It’s just that the other personality doesn’t seem to want Jiang Qing to find out.

When the last white piano key was pressed, Jiang Qing felt a warm sensation in the palm of her hand. The bleeding on Li Wenyan's wrist might have stopped, and now only a little blood was seeping out.

He seemed to have no sense of pain and used his injured hand wantonly.

Now that Li Wenyan had calmed down, Jiang Qing was worried that he would make himself bleed again, so she continued his previous words: "Nothing attracts me more than the secrets of Dr. Li."

If you tell others that a psychiatrist in the city hospital suffers from split personality, not everyone will necessarily believe it.

At Jiang Qing's age, if she wasn't looking for the truth behind her parents' death, she might indeed be attracted to someone like Li Wenyan. A more appropriate description would be admiration for him.

Before I knew Li Wenyan was a lunatic.

Li Wenyan was obviously a little surprised by Jiang Qing's question. His eyebrows raised, and the madness in his eyes had not faded yet. He was hesitating whether to tell Jiang Qing everything.

The fastest way to make one person trust another is to exchange their secrets.

But now in this "relationship", Li Wenyan is in a weaker position. He has no conditions for exchange, and his only way out is to give his whole heart.

Li Wenyan's voice was as low as a nursery rhyme, and he spoke in a restrained hoarseness, "Your parents were not the only victims who died in that case in unclear circumstances."

When Jiang Qing heard this, she wanted to get away from Li Wenyan and look at his face carefully, but Li Wenyan still held her and prevented her from moving.

Almost everyone told Jiang Qing that her parents were heroes who sacrificed their lives to defend their country, but Li Wenyan used the word "victim", which coincided with the truth that Jiang Qing had been pursuing.

"Our family originally had four candidates who could inherit the old man's property, but now there are only three." Li Wenyan said, his heart suddenly aching, as if his body was stopping him from recalling the dark and horrible past.

He cleared his throat and breathed heavily. When these memories flooded back into his mind like a tide, his other personality became unusually quiet. At the same time, Li Wenyan was also in great pain.

Jiang Qing was able to piece together a small secret unique to the Li family in City A from Li Wenyan's two short sentences. Being tightly hugged by Li Wenyan, Jiang Qing could easily discover his abnormality. Before Li Wenyan tried to recall more, Jiang Qing held his hand.

"I suddenly don't want to know, Doctor Li."

Jiang Qing lowered his eyes. The entire piano keys were stained with deep red blood. It was frightening to see, but Jiang Qing felt a trace of pain in his heart. "Let me bandage you again."

She couldn't remember how many times she had said this to Li Wenyan.

This time Li Wenyan did not refuse. He loosened his grip and let Jiang Qing leave him, then turned around and looked at him.

At this moment, Li Wenyan frowned under the dim light. Those memories were like poison to him, but he had to bear them. His calm temperament dissipated a little, and he looked a little more fragile.

Jiang Qing found the medicine box with ease and was about to check Li Wenyan's injuries when his phone rang.

Li Wenyan placed the cell phone on top of the piano. It was Tao Yu calling.

Li Wenyan's hands were not very convenient, so Jiang Qing helped him take the phone and answered it, turning on the speaker.

"There's news about Ji An."

Jiang Qing raised her eyes and looked at Li Wenyan with disbelief in her amber eyes.