After The Honest Person Was Discovered For Simultaneously Pursuing Three People - Chapter 95

Chapter 95: The First Step of Treatment

The routine psychotherapy session ended, and Zhao Jingqun returned to the hospital room where he had been for three months. This was actually a psychiatric hospital. Some patients cried and laughed loudly, while others, like Zhao Jingqun, seemed outwardly calm.

After being released from the police station, he was severely reprimanded by his biological parents. They said the Zhao family was a prominent and well-established family, once known for scholarship, and had never had anyone get themselves arrested. It was a disgrace to their ancestors and the head of the family, and it disappointed their expectations.

In their agitation, they spoke recklessly, saying that no matter how capable he was, he still couldn’t change the inferior nature gained from being raised by a drunkard…

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Jingqun came to the psychiatric hospital to receive treatment from a psychologist. During this process, he gradually withdrew the strict surveillance on Tao Ning, only asking Sun Lao Er to report Tao Ning’s recent situation once a week, and only in text form, not including photos.

The doctor said that learning to give “him” respect was the first step of treatment.

Zhao Jingqun wanted to be a normal person because he knew that Tao Ning would never fall in love with a madman.

The blue and white patient uniform was a bit tight. Zhao Jingqun casually unbuttoned a few buttons and buried his head in the quilt. His eyes were motionless, feeling the weight of the cotton quilt pressing on his eyelashes. It was pitch black in front of him, but he dared not close his eyes, because as soon as he closed his eyes, the person who appeared in his mind would definitely be Tao Ning.

Tao Ning, Tao Ning, Tao Ning, Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning Tao Ning…

The one hundred and fourteenth day. It was the one hundred sixty-four thousand one hundred sixtieth time he missed Tao Ning.

Suddenly, a blinding light shone in. The quilt was lifted, followed by a small boy in a patient uniform, about ten years old, staring at Zhao Jingqun while drooling and “hee hee hee hee” laughing.

Zhao Jingqun did not go to a private hospital, so his room had a roommate. It was this boy who lifted his quilt. His condition was congenital intellectual disability, and he wasn’t afraid of Zhao Jingqun at all.

Squinting his eyes, Zhao Jingqun said unceremoniously, “Get lost.” He snatched the quilt back from the boy’s hand and continued to bury his head. Just as he rolled over, the quilt was lifted again.

Synchronized with his treatment was Zhao Jingqun’s increasingly moody temper. After all, his former cheerful smiles were all faked. The real him, as the medical report said, had a natural tendency toward antisocial personality disorder with an inherently cold nature.

The last remnants of his humanity were focused entirely on Tao Ning. Now he couldn’t see Tao Ning and had to undergo painful psychiatric treatment. Therefore, Zhao Jingqun couldn’t even bother to pretend, let alone show any so-called compassion, even towards a young boy.

Just as he was about to hit the boy, he abruptly saw Sun Lao Er’s utterly terrified face. Zhao Jingqun’s heart suddenly constricted, and his formerly hollow black eyes instantly turned sharp. “What is it?”

“Young Master Zhao, something, something has happened…”

His heart pounded faster and faster, and the bad premonition grew stronger. Even his breathing was held. Zhao Jingqun remained silent, then suddenly exploded in rage: “Has something happened to Tao Ning?!” He reached out and violently grabbed Sun Lao Er’s collar, his eyes glaring at the close-up face, seemingly trying to find any trace of a joke on it.

However, what almost stopped Zhao Jingqun’s heart was—

Sun Lao Er looked utterly distressed, his lips trembling as he said, “Sister-in-law, sister-in-law was taken by Zhao Yi’s people. He said… he said he wants to negotiate with you…”

“What did you… say?”

Boom. Zhao Jingqun felt like these words had plunged him into a bitter hell. From his heels to his head, he was freezing and shaking. His heartbeat stopped at that moment, and the façade of sanity he had painstakingly maintained for this period instantly collapsed.

Fear made him physically dry-heave on the spot, and ferocious blood threads instantly covered his eyeballs, making him look terrifying.

Seeing Zhao Jingqun’s abnormal behavior, Sun Lao Er immediately knelt down and cried loudly, “Brother Zhao, Young Master Zhao, kill me. It was my carelessness. I didn’t watch Sister-in-law properly. Someone claiming to be his classmate said he wanted to discuss something with me. I thought Sister-in-law would be safe for a short time, so I believed him… and now… Just kill me. I failed to protect Sister-in-law. I knew he was your life and still let Zhao Yi take him…”

Though the boy was mentally disabled, he was still a ten-year-old child and was instantly terrified by the scene. For a moment, sharp and guilty cries rang out simultaneously. The commotion in the room attracted the attention of the doctor, who came in to scold them to be quiet but was rendered speechless by Zhao Jingqun’s expression.

The doctor couldn’t describe the expression, but he felt a murderous anger and… an almost desperate fear in the man.

Tao Ning was awakened by a basin of cold water.

The icy liquid slid from his heavily outlined eyebrows to his pale lips. His whole body ached as if being gnawed by ants. And because of the fever, his mind was enveloped in a fog. The moment the cold water splashed onto him, his consistently groggy thoughts were forced into wakefulness.

Slowly opening his eyes, Tao Ning saw a face that bore a slight resemblance to Zhao Jingqun’s. He couldn’t help but murmur, “…Zhao Jingqun.”

But he quickly realized his mistake, because this face lacked the familiar indulgence and rogue charm, only a gaze that was half-teasing and half-contemptuous falling on him. And looking closely, they didn’t resemble each other at all.

“Zhao Yi?”

Zhao Yi hadn’t expected Tao Ning to recognize him and showed a look of disgust. “I didn’t expect Zhao Jingqun to really be a disgusting homosexual. My men told me you managed to shake them off once, but unfortunately, I still caught you in the end. Tao Ning, is it? You have a little cleverness, and your face is decent, but you just had to be with trash like Zhao Jingqun. What a pity, a pity. You won’t have a good end with someone like him. Do you know why I brought you here?“

Not the least bit provoked, Tao Ning’s gaze was calm. “No.”

The corner of his eye, however, was observing the surroundings, realizing that this was an abandoned building. He was tied to a chair, and around him were the group of people who had captured him. Some were patrolling, and others were standing not far away, glaring menacingly at him.

When he saw a shrinking face among them, Tao Ning was stunned. The person, upon seeing him wake up, immediately lowered his head, as if afraid of being discovered. But Tao Ning had already recognized who he was: Liu Yuliang, the one who had spread rumors that he cheated.

Zhao Yi snorted coldly, and a bone-deep hatred suddenly erupted in his eyes. “Why should the Zhao family company fall into the hands of that trash Zhao Jingqun! He’s a social scum. He can’t compare to me in conversation or knowledge. He is utterly unworthy of being the head of the Zhao family! If the Zhao family hadn’t found him back then, Zhao Jingqun would have been a bottom-level piece of trash for life, not even qualified to carry my shoes. It’s bad enough that he’s not grateful, but he even dares to compete with me for the position of head. And that old man wants to pass the position to him just because he’s the eldest grandson? Why?!”

Even after many years, Zhao Yi still remembered the day Zhao Jingqun returned. He nominally called the current head of the family his grandfather, but Zhao Yi knew that he was a marginalized child from a collateral line, with a very distant blood relationship to the head of the family. There were very few descendants in the main line of the Zhao family. By this generation, only one branch was left, and in the grandson’s generation, only Zhao Jingsui, the only girl, remained, as the eldest grandson had been abducted when he was a child.

Next in line was Zhao Yi from the collateral line, who was the oldest. Not only was he male, but he was also the smartest child in the collateral line, which gave him the opportunity to be brought into the main household and groomed as the next head of the family. So, for seven or eight years, Zhao Yi firmly believed that the position of head of the family was his.

Until Zhao Jingqun returned.

Upon hearing the news, Zhao Yi’s heart instantly sank to the bottom. It took him a long time to control his composure. The people around him complimented him, saying that Zhao Jingqun was raised by a drunkard, was collecting protection money when he was found, and was an out-and-out hooligan. Even if he returned now, how could he compare to a prodigy like him, who had received an elite education since childhood?

Slightly reassured by these words, Zhao Yi went to meet his nominal older brother. In the villa filled with weeping, he saw the young man surrounded by people—he was tall, showed no excitement at seeing his biological parents, and was instead smiling and comforting the people around him.

But just as the people who complimented Zhao Yi had said, Zhao Jingqun was a hooligan with yellow-dyed hair and a tattoo on his neck. He was indeed a social scum. Zhao Yi let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Seemingly sensing the gaze behind him, Zhao Jingqun turned around. Beneath his yellow hair, his black eyes looked at him. His hands were casually shoved into his pockets, and he tilted his head, smiling. “Who are you?”

Zhao Yi squeezed out a polite smile. “Big Brother, I am your younger brother, Zhao Yi…”

“Ah—” He then saw the hooligan, in his eyes, let out an exaggerated sound and asked in confusion, “Mom and Dad, did you give me another younger brother after Jingsui? Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t think I saw him when I was little either.”

Everyone in the Zhao family knew his identity. Now that the beloved eldest grandson was back, where would his place be? Awkwardness instantly spread. Zhao Yi could no longer maintain his smile, his whole body trembling slightly from shame and anger. The seed of hatred was thus planted and took root.

Afterward, Zhao Jingqun walked over, patted his shoulder like they were good brothers, and said carelessly, “Just kidding, little brother. Since I saw you disliked me, I helped you out so you wouldn’t have to reluctantly pretend to accept me.”

Being effortlessly seen through by a hooligan he looked down upon made Zhao Yi feel both hateful and mortified. Since then, the conflict between him and Zhao Jingqun deepened, eventually reaching a point of irreconcilable antagonism. The fuse for this was the terrifying speed of Zhao Jingqun’s growth.

In just a few years, he had transformed from a hooligan who barely knew how to read into a genuinely capable young master of a wealthy family. Any financial project the head of the family gave him, Zhao Jingqun could over-fulfill. He had several excellent operating companies under his name. Even when he was schemed against and sent to a war-torn place like Myanmar, he managed to bring the goods back unscathed, even convincing some prejudiced old traditionalists.

Whenever he thought of this, Zhao Yi was insanely jealous and hateful. The hatred that had brewed in his heart for many years finally erupted when he inadvertently learned that the head of the family intended to pass the position to Zhao Jingqun.

He sent many people to find something that could bring down Zhao Jingqun, but they found nothing. Some who got too close to Zhao Jingqun were almost crippled. And one day, Zhao Jingqun suddenly told the head of the family that he wanted to do some business overseas. Since then, Zhao Yi’s people lost his trace.

Until recently, a phone call came, and a gentle voice told him, “Zhao Jingqun is in Haizhou.”

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