Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

"If there is any evidence, find it out. If it's property, hand it over to the police. If it's a person, keep an eye on him. Refusing to admit it? If you don't like peaceful communication, then use unpeaceful methods, which will bring disaster to your brothers and affect your parents."

"All?"

Assistant Li hesitated and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The man put down his pen. In the quiet air, the sound of metal hitting the wood of the table was heart-shaking. "All."

"Until you let go."

Assistant Li nodded and put another document in his hand on the table.

"Director Tong, we have started looking for my wife all over the country, but... there is still no news. Jian Yao has also sent people to the dragnet, and even called to say that my wife is missing because the Tong family didn't take good care of her. If we find my wife, then, then -"

He spoke in a hesitant voice and carefully looked at Tong Ruixiao's expression. If he said the following words, Tong would be furious.

The man glanced at him coldly, "Just what?"

"He wants his wife to divorce Director Tong. He said he wants to take his wife back to the capital, and no one can stop him. Anyone who dares to stop him will be an enemy of the Jian family."

Tong Ruixiao sneered, "Let him dream on!"

"Force me to divorce, and see if he survives."

When he said this, he pulled the wound due to anger, and his face looked bad. He covered his abdomen with his left hand, and there was a gloom between his brows that was not usually there.

Li Li pursed his lips and thought for a long time before asking: "Director Tong, my wife left on her own and was not persecuted by anyone. Why didn't you tell Young Master Mu about this? I saw that he was very anxious..."

"He's the only one who's anxious? I'm more anxious than he is! Telling him will only make him feel bad, and won't have any positive effect. Besides, Jian Yao is watching closely, the fewer people who know about this, the better."

Li Li sighed, "The bank surveillance video has been deleted, and the wreckage of Shancheng's car has been salvaged. The wife may be staying near Shancheng... But I don't understand why the wife wants to leave and hide for no reason."

“It’s my fault.”

The assistant was stunned for a moment when the man's words reached his ears. He couldn't think of anything that would be worth his wife leaving Jiangcheng.

Tong Ruixiao's arrangements would be handed over to him to execute, and none of them would harm his wife's interests; he was also clear about her schedule, and had never cheated on his wife, had no affairs, and even had no ambiguous partner, so his private life was very clean.

why?

Was it a conflict? But Tong had just woken up from a coma on the day of the incident, so how could he have the energy to have a verbal conflict with his wife?

He shook his head, "Mr. Tong, I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand."

To put it bluntly, even he himself didn't know why.

How could he dream of another person's past in a coma when his life was in danger? It was so clear, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

If Jian Yan's behavior had not been so out of character, he would have thought it was a cruel dream caused by his fear for her safety.

Too weird, too absurd.

Tong Ruixiao looked at the document on dream interpretation and dissociative disorder in his hand. It was too general and did not contain the truth he wanted to know.

He took off his glasses and pinched his brows, "Did you find the nationally renowned psychiatrist I asked you to find?"

"Well, the appointment is at two in the afternoon."

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Sir, you don't have any mental problems. I've never heard of seeing other people's lives through dreams as you said. Maybe... you have mental problems."

After making relevant inquiries, the other party said this.

The last four words were said very tactfully, but they sounded frightening.

When the man stood up and left, his already pale face became even paler, and under the light, he looked like he was about to fall.

His hand rested on the door handle, but he suddenly turned around and asked, "Does possession really not exist?"

The doctor was a little surprised after hearing this. "This is something that only exists in movies and novels. Our current technology cannot explain this problem. Sir, I still suggest that you go to the psychiatric department."

Tong Ruixiao nodded, whispered "thank you", opened the door and left.

Is there something wrong with his mind...

He contacted a psychiatrist, went for a consultation, and told the doctor about his condition and concerns.

Half an hour later, he walked out of the clinic with unsteady steps, feeling dizzy and almost fainting.

"How can it be……"

True hallucination, suspected delusional disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder...

He fell down on a chair in the hospital, lowered his head, clenched his hands against his forehead, and looked struggling and painful.

How can it be?

He had clear cognition, did not have the eleven symptoms of delusional disorder, did not do anything incredible, and did not have any traumatic stress response to being shot.

After all, he had suffered more injuries in the past, so how could he have mental problems because of this?

But when he woke up from his coma, everything changed...

how to explain?

If it wasn't his problem, how do you explain that only he saw the dream and no one else did?

Did Jane Yan run away because she was afraid that someone in this world would know her origins, or because she thought he was crazy?

In his memory, she admitted that the content of the dream was her past.

Tong Ruixiao recalled that the memories in his mind were distorted by his anxiety and pain. But he found that the more he thought about the details, the weirder they became, as if nothing was right.

It's like standing in front of a funhouse mirror and looking at the world, which is distorted in an absurd and weird way.

At the end of the thought, he began to doubt whether those words were said by Jian Yan. He couldn't tell whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly or the butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.

"Maybe I imagined it?"

That's why Xiao Jian left so decisively after he woke up, without caring about anything...

So, what should her original conversation with herself have been like?

What did I say to her?

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and Tong Ruixiao's heartbeat was violent. He took a few deep breaths to adjust his mood, his chest heaving.

I can't remember anything at all.

He was horrified to find that he firmly believed that the memory in his mind was exactly what happened that day: he told Xiao Jane about the dream, and she was panicked because she was not from this world and because he dreamed of her cruel past.

Tong Ruixiao raised his head and leaned back in his chair, a hint of panic in his eyes.

He remembered what the doctor had just said.

——Patients always insist that hallucinations are reality, which is a clinical feature of thought disorder.

He clenched his fists.

If I want to know if there is something wrong with me, besides finding Xiao Jian, there is another way...

Five days later.

High-end restaurant private room.

"Why did Yanyan disappear? Did you arrange this? Tong Ruixiao, where did you hide her?"

The handsome man with long hair had a grim expression on his face. He grabbed the tie of the man in a suit and strangled him tightly, squeezing him so hard that veins popped out on the back of his hand.

The other party easily brushed his hand away, his eyes cold, "I didn't come here to listen to President Jian's accusations."

He stared coldly at Jian Yao in front of him and said word by word, "You have always known that Jian Yan is not your sister at all."