The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

He Jiayi's words always echoed in Shen Zhiyu's ears. Is it really necessary to do what He Jiayi said?

Shen Zhiyu gently held Xia Beiqin's arm. His arm was bandaged. He was suddenly mad and injured when he accidentally fell off the wheelchair last time.

Staring at the bandage on his arm, Shen Zhiyu pursed his lips, seeming to have made up his mind. He released Xia Beiqin's phone, picked up the phone on the side and walked out of the room.

Walking outside the room, Shen Zhiyu dialed He Jiayi's number.

"Kayi, can you help me... contact a psychiatrist?"

The next day, early in the morning, Xia Beiqing got up, Shen Zhiyu pushed him to the table, and then put his breakfast on the table.

Xia Beiqing picked up the toast and took a bite. Shen Zhiyu sat opposite, looked at him, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Xia Beiqin nodded, curled his mouth and smiled.

Shen Zhiyu squeezed his palm, hesitated for a long time, and then he mustered the courage to speak, "Beijing, I have a friend coming over tomorrow."

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing hurriedly put down the toast and picked up the pen and paper beside him to write.

——Do I need to hide?

Looking at the nonchalant words on the paper, Shen Zhiyu only felt distressed.

"Don't talk nonsense, there is nothing to hide, he knows everything between us."

Xia Beiqing drooped his head and handed the paper to Shen Zhiyu.

——I don’t want to be seen by others.

Once a reckless and unrestrained young man, now he has become a crippled and dumb man. When he becomes any person, he only wants to hide, hide in his own body, dare not face other people’s eyes, and don’t want to be in the eyes of others. In front of me, I opened my scars time and time again.

Shen Zhiyu stretched out his hand, touched his cold cheek, and soothed: "Don't be afraid, my friend is a very good person. He won't hurt you. I will entertain him with me tomorrow, okay?"

Xia Beiqing hesitated and twisted his fingers nervously, but after a while, he nodded and agreed to Shen Zhiyu's request.

The next day, Shen Zhiyu came back from buying vegetables. Xia Beiqing sat in a wheelchair and helped Shen Zhiyu wash the vegetables together. He was able to help Shen Zhiyu as before. Xia Beiqing was in a good mood.

Before long, the doorbell rang.

Xia Beiqin immediately pushed the wheelchair, hid behind the frosted glass door of the kitchen, and looked out carefully.

Shen Zhiyu asked him: "Would you like to open the door for me?"

Xia Beiqing shook his head vigorously, but he still couldn't accept a stranger rushing into his world.

Shen Zhiyu walked out of the kitchen and opened the door. A young man in a suit and leather shoes was standing outside. He carried a briefcase and looked gentle and nodded towards Shen Zhiyu.

"Hello, Mr. Shen, this is Yang Shao who is on the phone with you"

Shen Zhiyu hissed immediately: "Hello, call me the encounter. Let's just do as we said on the phone yesterday."

"no problem."

Shen Zhiyu took Yang Shaoying into the door, then walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Xia Beiqin behind the door, saying: "BeiQing, can you give him a glass of water for me?"

Xia Beiqing kept shook his head, his expression was panic and timid.

Shen Zhiyu didn't force him, but said softly: "Just do me a favor, okay?"

Xia Beiqing turned his head and saw that there were a lot of ingredients on the stove, all of which needed to be handled by Shen Zhiyu. Thinking that Shen Zhiyu should be very hard, he hesitated to raise his hand and slowly took over the cup.

Pushing one round with one hand and holding a water glass in the other, Xia Beiqing nervously exited the door and left the kitchen.