The big star has a prince syndrome

Their conflict did not last long that night and was finally resolved with Xu Qingran's sincere apology.

Later, Ye Yan felt a little dizzy again. After coaxing him to sleep, Xu Qingran sat by the bed, feeling uneasy.

He was very happy that Ye Yan was jealous of him, but if he didn't cooperate with Bai Wenwen, he couldn't imagine how fierce the pressure from Xu Rong and Lin Anyi would be.

But Ye Yan was in a bad mood now. He was unwilling to compromise himself for their love. Xu Qingran had nothing to say.

Because he knew that doing so would indeed be unfair to Ye Yan, and it was understandable that he disagreed. Moreover, he regretted it when he saw Ye Yan's sad look just now.

As expected, he was too eager for quick success and instant benefits. He reflected on himself and realized that he had used all means to achieve his goal. This was not good. At least he could not touch Ye Yan's position.

Just as I was deep in thought, the phone in my pocket vibrated twice.

It was Qiao Lin who sent the message from the psychologist. After reading it, he added the other party's contact information.

When he was about to turn off the lights and go out, he saw Ye Yan, who was sleeping soundly, had not taken off her trousers yet, so he leaned over and gently untied Ye Yan's belt.

It wasn't the first time I pulled down his pants, but it was the first time I did it with such a clear mind.

But when Xu Qingran pulled Ye Yan's trousers down to her knees, he was stunned by the shocking bruise on her thigh.

There were bruises all the size of fingernails, some blue and some purple, which looked like they were pinched out by hand. There were so many that they couldn't be counted one by one.

Did he do this himself? Is it considered self-harm?

Xu Qingran already had doubts and concerns about his mental health, and after seeing these bruises, that feeling became even more certain.

How could this happen? When I first came to him, he was obviously normal, and he dared to love and hate and never consumed himself. But in just over a year, how could it suddenly become so serious?

Xu Qingran felt distressed but was eager to know what happened to Ye Yan. He forced himself to remain calm, continued to help Ye Yan take off his trousers, and covered him with a blanket before turning off the lights and leaving.

As soon as he returned to the living room, he sent a message to the psychiatrist he had just added.

"Hello, Dr. Song. I'm Xu Qingran. Is it convenient for me to ask you some questions now?"

After sending the message, he sat down on the sofa and waited for the other party's reply with mixed feelings.

By the way, thinking back to the things that Ye Yan had experienced during this period that might have affected his mood, after thinking about it, it seemed that the only one was the matter with Wu Qiong.

After all, the incident of his stepfather asking for the house happened later, and Ye Yan's mood had already become problematic before that.

He felt extremely fortunate at this moment, thinking to himself, "Fortunately, I didn't argue with him at the time, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous..."

And she accidentally discovered the wound on his leg, otherwise Xu Qingran might really think that he was still simply angry.

Recalling what had just happened, he couldn't help but feel scared. If he insisted on arguing with him about right and wrong tonight, he might even anger him with his harsh words, causing the situation to worsen.

Fortunately, fortunately he still has feelings for Ye Yan.

As he was reflecting on himself, he received a reply to the message he had just sent. He immediately sat up straight and clicked to check.

Song Zhen: Mr. Xu, I'm very free now. Please let me know if you have any questions.

At nine o'clock in the evening, people with normal schedules had already finished get off work, washed up and were resting at home. After receiving the other party's affirmative reply, Xu Qingran's fingers began to tap quickly on the screen.

Xu Qingran: Yes, I'm consulting with a friend. He's been acting a bit erratically lately. He's been arguing at best, and at worst, he's throwing things. He even ignores the pain of a burn on his hand. I just discovered bruises on his body from pinching himself. It's terrifying. It's like he's been killing himself. He was so stable before, but he's suddenly become like this in the last few months. It seems like the slightest thing that doesn't go his way breaks his heart. Do you know why? Does this mean he has a mental problem?

He originally thought that after he said so much, the other party would analyze it word by word and then give his own conclusion, and should not reply so quickly.

But just a few seconds later, Song Zhen's dialog box popped up.

Song Zhen: I suspect that my long-term latent depression has been triggered by a trigger. I suggest you set aside time for a face-to-face consultation. Do you have the address of my psychotherapy center?

The doctor has seen many patients like this and spoke calmly.

But Xu Qingran is not a doctor. When he heard the word "depression", he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

Beneath the abstract concept of depression lies endless pain and struggle.

Xu Qingran had never come into contact with this disease, but he had common sense and was educated, and even if his understanding was partial, he knew the seriousness of the problem.

So his big star was really sick, was he in pain? Thinking of this, Xu Qingran couldn't help but shiver, and his mood became heavier.

Xu Qingran: Okay, I will bring him here as soon as possible. I can tell you his identity. He is the movie star Ye Yan. I hope you and your colleagues in the treatment center can keep it strictly confidential. If he is unwilling to come, I will have to trouble you to make a trip. You can just name the price for the remuneration.

Song Zhen: Thank you Mr. Xu for your trust. I won’t ask for too much. Just follow the rules. If you have any questions, please call me.

Xu Qingran: Okay, I will transfer the medical fee to you right away. If Ye Yan confirms his condition, Dr. Song, I will take care of you until he recovers.

After sending this message, Xu Qingran transferred 100,000 yuan to Song Zhen without waiting for his reply. He even wanted to call Song Zhen over tonight to take a good look at Ye Yan.

See if he is really sick. He is such a picky eater, so stubborn and sharp-tongued, and his sweetheart is strong and dedicated. How could he...

So what was the inducement that Song Zhen was talking about? Those photos of Wu Qiong?

Thinking of this, Xu Qingran's fists gradually hardened.

"It seems that a beating was too easy for him..." Xu Qingran said gritting his teeth.

An illegal impulse suddenly grew in his heart, and he was eager to put it into action.

Wu Qiong.

Although he was just a minor character who was not worthy of being involved in the molestation incident, he was so bold and presumptuous that he dared to hide the photos after Pei Sujun took action.

For Xu Qingran, regardless of whether Ye Yan suffered from depression or not, and whether the trigger was Wu Qiong's photo threat, he was certain that the guy must pay a price worse than having his house raided and beaten.

The last thing was done by Qiao Lin, and it was done quite well. Since that day, Wu Qiong has disappeared, and the idea of photographing Ye Yan is ultimately a daydream.

Like a rat that fears the light, he hid in the cheapest old rental house on the outskirts of the city.

It wasn’t because he had no money, but because Qiao Lin gave him a death order on behalf of Xu Qingran.

"Hide well. Don't let me see you in S City, or it won't just be the camera and memory card that get broken."

In order to avoid being recognized, he cut his curly hair, took off his glasses, changed his clothing style, and made a living by taking photos for others.

However, every time he got home from work and returned to his shabby rental house, he would be so angry that he would grit his teeth and bang his hands on the table when he saw that none of the stars in the camera were his admirers.

"They're not worthy of me taking pictures! I'm a top photographer, and if it weren't for the money, they wouldn't be wasting my film!"

One day, after coming back from the filming, he started to go crazy again, calling himself a madman of an artist. It was an extremely humiliating thing to be ignored by the muse.

Not only that, he also had to take pictures of celebrities he looked down upon in order to make a living, and he did it secretly. Thinking of this, he picked up Ye Yan's photo on the table and stroked it lovingly, with a strange look on his face.

"Only a face like this, gifted by God, is worthy of my technique..."

He was still intoxicated and completely unaware of the movement outside the house. Several pairs of mysterious and wild footsteps were approaching him, and the black leather boots made a clattering sound on the cement floor of the flooded alley.