The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Suicide?!" He Jiayi's exclamation came from the other end of the phone.

Shen Zhiyu sat in an empty room. Night fell outside the window. He didn't turn on the light, and he held the phone to his ear.

"Well, luckily it was discovered in time."

"God..." He Jiayi couldn't believe it: "Why did he commit suicide? Wasn't he okay before?"

Shen Zhiyu rubbed his sore eyebrows: "This is where I am troubled. I can't guess what he is thinking, and he doesn't want to tell me."

"Zhi Yu..." He Jiayi hesitated and said, "I think... there may be something wrong with his psychology. Otherwise, you can ask a psychiatrist to help him."

Psychologist.

Thinking of what happened before, Shen Zhi still has lingering fears when he encounters it.

"No... The last time I asked him for a psychologist, his response has been very serious. If I ask a psychologist again, I am afraid that he... will be more serious."

"Zhi Yu, he is about to commit suicide, is there anything more serious than this?"

Shen Zhiyu was silent suddenly.

Hearing nothing from him, He Jiayi asked again: "Does the Jun family know?"

Shen Zhiyu replied: "I haven't notified the other side yet, I'm afraid they are worried."

"Don't you tell them?" He Jiayi raised her voice and cursed: "Don't tell me now, if something happens to Xia Beiqing later, do you plan to take responsibility for one? Can the Jun family spare you?!"

"No, it won't..." Shen Zhiyu's tone was firm: "I won't let BeiQing have something to do!"

"Let's do it, it's up to you." He Jiayi was a little annoyed.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhiyu opened the address book and turned to Yang Shao's number. His fingertips stayed on the screen, and he couldn't press it for a long time.

Is it really necessary to call a psychiatrist for Beiqin again?

But He Jiayi is right. Beiqin is about to commit suicide. Will there be anything more serious than this?

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Zhiyu's finger still tapped.

After the phone call, Shen Zhiyu walked out of the room and found that the food on the dining table had never been passive. Shen Zhiyu took the food and walked straight into Xia Beiqing's room.

According to the usual time, he should be reading a book, but at this moment, he is still sitting in a wheelchair, his head tilted, his eyes hollow and he doesn't know what he is looking at.

It wasn't until he heard the footsteps that he regained his senses slightly and looked at Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu brought the food to him, softened his attitude, and whispered: "Beijing, I don't want to force you, are you obedient and eat a little bit? As long as you eat, I will agree to any request."

Xia Beiqin looked at the food in his hand, picked up the pen and paper on the side to write.

——I want to die, do you agree to this request?

"Northern!" Shen Zhiyu was instantly enraged: "You... don't always hold such thoughts!"

Xia Beiqing stopped talking.

Shen Zhiyu looked down at the boy's indifferent face, and could only use the method he didn't want to use the least.

"I haven't told you about your suicide. Brother Che and classmate Yunci, they should be very busy. You don't want them to worry about you and run back and forth, right?"

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing suddenly raised his head and stared at Shen Zhiyu coldly.

As the teenager looked at it, Shen Zhiyu continued: "If you don't eat well, I will tell them about this."

Shen Zhiyu picked up the pen on the side, so angry that his hands were shaking.

——Ms. Shen, are you threatening me?

"Yes." Shen Zhiyu admitted frankly: "If you think it is a threat, then it is a threat."