Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 70

Ji Nancen was getting more and more engrossed in the story, practically ready to grab a handful of melon seeds to start cracking. When she saw Qu Ye stop talking beside her, she nudged his arm and eagerly urged, “And then? What happened next?”

The night in Florence now was far less captivating than when they were in Xuancheng. Qu Ye’s gaze remained fixed outside the window, always vigilant. Perhaps organizing his thoughts, he paused for a moment before continuing the conversation: “The Miss was missing for over half a year. After she was brought home, her personality drastically changed. The Family Head consulted many famous doctors, but to no avail. As she got older, her condition became increasingly severe.

Life remained relatively peaceful until that summer, eight years ago, when the Family Head and the First Madam passed away one after the other. The side branches were coveting the estate, and with internal and external threats, the eldest son, who was preparing to inherit the family business, also suddenly died mysteriously.

This family was already sparsely populated, and with three deaths in one year, they were almost extinct. Everyone actually knew who was behind the machinations.

Miss Bole was completely unexpected to gain sole inheritance of the family. But because of Ling Xi’s existence, she had no interest in managing the enormous family business, so it was always entrusted to George for management.

In fact, the Miss knew very well that the one secretly clearing all obstacles for her was George, which is why she trusted him unconditionally.

Until George started repeatedly bringing up the topic of marriage, the Miss’s attitude was very firm. She believed that the so-called pure bloodline was long gone, and that the Georgescu family had become unrecognizable to this day. Marriage was impossible.

Thus, the deep and bottomless, greedy heart beneath this mad dog’s façade of false affection finally surfaced.

By the time Miss Bole discovered George’s other face, it was too late to revoke the authority to manage the Georgescu family business. George had secretly transferred most of the assets using his despicable methods and connections.

From that time on, Miss Bole began her five-year preparation to relocate to Xuancheng.”

“Oh! No wonder George had to drop the pretense. So that’s it… Doing all that work and not getting the affection in return. If it were me, I wouldn’t be resigned either.”

Ji Nancen’s remark was quite objective, but Qu Ye pouted and shook his head: “See? Your perspective isn’t broad enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“Whether George’s affection was feigned or deeply felt, it ultimately doesn’t change the fact that he’s a malefactor. He’s a demon who believes in the divine, never leaving any room for error when killing or acting.

Think about it, the Family Head raised him like his own son, yet aside from Miss Bole, none of the family of three lived to a natural end.

The terrifying thing about people like him is that their thoughts are unfathomable. ‘Three feet of ice does not form in a single cold day’—it shows that his very nature is evil and greedy.

Now, controlling the real power of the Georgescu family and owning billions in assets still isn’t enough to satisfy his ambition and desire. His goal is Georgescu and George Bole; both are indispensable.

Looking at it from another perspective, if George had smoothly acquired Miss Bole, what would their life be like afterward? A person like him is insatiable; possession doesn’t equal appeasement.

This is the evil root planted by the Miss herself, and she must personally remove it. If it is not eradicated, the Miss’s suffering will only extend to all of us.

This is the fundamental purpose of our trip—it’s not to save the Miss, but to help her eliminate this mad dog.”

Qu Ye’s words left Ji Nancen speechless. Knowing George Bole’s background, she silently stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

Qu Ye looked at Ji Nancen restlessly moving around, a bit tired: “What are you thinking about now?”

“Hmm… So the question is, how can the two of us, with four arms and four legs, fight against them?”

“Chu Xi said that coming in strong would mean immediate and complete annihilation. But a surprise attack is possible. As for how to execute the surprise attack, I don’t know, and she didn’t tell me. Plus, I’ve only been to the Georgescu Manor once, and I didn’t even go into that little castle; I just walked around the garden twice.”

Ji Nancen awkwardly rubbed her nose, mercilessly mocking him: “You’ve been poorly managed. Now you don’t even have the tools to fight. Isn’t it obvious we have no way?”

“Although the situation is urgent, being anxious is useless. We should wait and hold our position until the brains of the operation devise a strategy.”

“Who is the ‘brains’ of the operation?”

“Of course, it’s Chu Xi. ‘Raise an army for a thousand days to use it in one hour.’ Chu Xi is very capable. Back then, Miss Bole sensed that George would pose a crisis, which is why she decided to groom Chu Xi and me—a perfect combination of ‘wen’ (civil) and ‘wu’ (martial)!”

“Indeed, ‘men and women working together make the work light’!” Ji Nancen quipped ungraciously. She picked up her suitcase, preparing to leave, but with a bad premonition, she looked back at Qu Ye: “I wonder how Zanda is doing over there.”

Qu Ye, however, saw things clearly and laid his cards on the table: “Very likely bad.”

“Don’t sound so certain, or this won’t be any fun!”

“It’s not that I’m deliberately boosting others’ morale and diminishing our own; the facts are right in front of us. This is George’s territory. Maybe someone is watching us from some nook or cranny outside.”

Ji Nancen stopped joking. She suddenly pursed her lips and fell into contemplation. After a storm of brainstorming, she started planning the next day’s schedule: “Tomorrow, you communicate with Chu Xi first and ask what we should do next. I’m a new face, so it’ll be harder for me to be detected while out. I’ll go scout the situation.”

“Are you reliable?”

“I was once the most outstanding mercenary in PA-40. You can question anything, but you cannot question my professional capabilities. Zanda worships might; I worship brainpower. ‘Using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds’ is never outdated. Give me money.”

“Why do you bring up money every three sentences?” Qu Ye took out his wallet, clutching a stack of cash, unwilling to let go.

Ji Nancen grabbed the other corner and pulled hard: “Gathering insider information relies on money… Hand it over!”

Ling Xi kept her eyes tightly shut, curled up like an uneasy hedgehog. No matter how much noise the people going in and out of the bedroom made, she remained in a state of light sleep.

This feeling was all too familiar; her consciousness was so clear, yet she couldn’t open her eyes.

Silently, her depression had relapsed.

“She hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for two days; this can’t continue.” Qin Yun’s hand rested on Ling Xi’s forehead, trying to help her change position, but Ling Xi was like a warm, immovable boulder.

Ji Changyi, who was keeping her company, stared at her indifferently, showing no pity. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed and started talking about George Bole with a sigh.

Her intentionally raised voice was clearly meant for Ling Xi to hear.

“Qin Yun, do you know why Bole used such an unconventional method to get to know Ling Xi?”

Qin Yun looked at Ji Changyi in confusion. After an exchange of glances, she understood and sat on the other side of the bed. Leaning her body halfway, she talked about George Bole, a smile of helplessness gradually coloring her face: “That… I really don’t know.”

Ling Xi’s tightly locked brow slightly relaxed. This small detail caught Ji Changyi’s eye, suggesting it was effective. Treating it as a simple chat, she crossed her legs and recalled past moments—

“It was the first time Bole came to Reintz to see me for a consultation. We arranged to meet in the central square to bask in the sun and drink coffee. She said Reintz was very similar to Xixinia—a blend of ancient culture and art with modern technology, thankfully still peaceful, slow, and without the hustle and bustle of the metropolis.

After small talk, we eventually had to get to the main topic. But she didn’t seem concerned about her worsening mental illness; instead, she talked to me about depression. After beating around the bush for a long while, I finally understood: her sweetheart was ill.

However, she knew very little about the person she liked, only repeatedly insisting that she had to be cured. I was very troubled. Because I hadn’t seen the patient, I couldn’t make a diagnosis. After some inquiry, I realized that she hadn’t even met the person she called her sweetheart face-to-face in a formal way.

So, I gave her a suggestion. The most common manifestations of depression are lack of interest in things and listlessness. Different stages vary from person to person, accompanied by various symptoms.

If she wanted to treat the person well, besides seeking medical help, there were many good auxiliary treatments. She could patiently accompany and attentively listen, and also try stimulating therapies, such as a ‘well-measured provocation mode.’ This could effectively develop the emotional relationship.

When I arrived in Xuancheng and saw Ling Xi, I was surprised. Bole had indeed employed that treatment method and firmly believed it was effective. What she didn’t know was that Ling Xi’s performance was a symptom of pseudocure.”

Hearing this, Qin Yun couldn’t help but laugh. She raised her hand and messed up Ling Xi’s hair, as if comforting an obedient puppy.

The next second, Ling Xi raised her hand and gripped Qin Yun’s wrist. She slowly sat up.

Due to frequent crying, her bloodshot red eyes looked a bit scary. She mechanically turned her head to look at Ji Changyi, her voice hoarse: “Bole… did it on purpose…”

Ji Changyi maintained a relatively good expression. She kept her legs crossed, casually jesting: “When do you plan to accept treatment? The longer you delay, the less time you have, and seeing Bole will be even more distant.”

Ji Changyi’s words were undoubtedly a shot of adrenaline. Ling Xi weakly grabbed her sleeve, mumbling to herself: “If I get better, can I see her sooner?”

“I didn’t say that. I just want to tell you that you can’t remain this muddle-headed during Bole’s absence. What if she comes back one day? Seeing you in this state of madness would hurt her more than anyone.”

“Okay! I’ll come see you tomorrow, does that work?” Ling Xi looked pitiful in her anxious pleading. But she couldn’t do anything more meaningful. Ji Changyi waved her hand away and shook her head: “No.”

Receiving a rejection, Ling Xi panicked. She vented an inexplicable anger unknowingly: “Why! You were the one who said you were waiting for me to come to you for treatment, and now you say no!”

Ji Changyi maintained a calm and composed attitude: “Because you are not suitable for treatment right now. Your mind is filled with many irrelevant things, including Bole.”

As if stimulated, Ling Xi shouted again: “My mind is only full of Bole! What do you mean by ‘irrelevant’? What does that have to do with treatment?”

Qin Yun, as an observer, silently recorded her roller-coaster-like emotional changes. From a certain perspective, Ling Xi had Bole’s shadow on her.

“Treatment is not for others, but for yourself. You should understand this principle. Even without Bole’s presence, you should be positive.” Ji Changyi stood up, preparing to leave. She looked up and surveyed Bole’s bedroom, a faint sadness flashing in her eyes: “You need more time to adjust yourself. Perhaps you haven’t discovered all the secrets in this room yet. But it doesn’t matter. Treasure-hunting as a way to relieve stress might be the last and best method of self-rescue Bole left for you.”

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