You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 75 I'd rather disgust anyone than my sweet wife

After a long silence, Shen Mochen finally moved, propping himself up on the sofa. But having knelt for too long, he fell forward as soon as he stood up, landing right on Yu Nanqing, his lips touching her moist red lips.

He looked up and met Yu Nanqing's stunned gaze. He raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled wickedly, and then gently bit her lips several times. "My sweet girl."

Seeing the anger creeping onto Yu Nanqing's face, he reluctantly released her lips and limped towards the door in his slippers.

The family doctor followed him in, looking somewhat reserved, and carefully placed his medicine box on the table. "Young master, where do you feel unwell?"

Shen Mochen had already lay back on the sofa, grabbed a cushion from the side and hugged it, his dejected eyes slightly lowered.

Yu Nanqing moved a small stool over to the doctor, and sat on another small stool next to Shen Mochen, her expression solemn. "He was disgusted by me and threw up."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mochen, who had been lying face down expressionlessly, paused, glanced at her sideways, frowned slightly, and reached out to pull her into his arms. "You're talking nonsense."

Yu Nanqing was startled by his sudden movement. Her eyelashes trembled twice, and her slippers were flung away. She frowned, her ears turning slightly red, and deliberately lowered her voice, "There are still people here, what are you doing?"

Seeing the shame and indignation on her face, Shen Mochen couldn't help but lean down and bite her cheek. "I'm proving that I won't be disgusted by you."

Now it was Yu Nanqing's turn to pause. She looked up at him in surprise, her heart skipped a beat, and a blush rose to her face. After a while, she came to her senses and reached out to push him, "Hmm, I know."

After being put back, Yu Nanqing tidied her slightly messy hair and looked at the family doctor across from her again. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," the family doctor replied hastily, not daring to look up at her for even a second.

"Shen Mochen just vomited and was covered in cold sweat." Yu Nanqing breathed a sigh of relief and then recounted Shen Mochen's symptoms to him.

The family doctor looked up at Shen Mochen and asked, "Is the young master experiencing stomach discomfort?"

There was nothing he could do; the young master's appearance clearly indicated that he was not to be approached, so he could only guess.

Yu Nanqing picked up her slippers and put them on. She looked up and met Shen Mochen's dark, overflowing eyes. Her ears trembled slightly, and she reached out to poke his leg. "The doctor is asking you a question."

Hearing this, Shen Mochen snapped out of his reverie and grasped her fingers. "No."

"My heart was hurting just now, and then my internal organs started to hurt, so I threw up."

The family doctor paused, lowered his eyes in thought, and after a moment moved his lips, "Young master, this might be a psychological problem."

"A mental illness?" Yu Nanqing frowned and moved closer with her small stool.

Seeing her serious expression, the family doctor nodded. "According to the information, the young master does not have heart disease, so the heart pain is most likely a psychological issue."

Feeling a chilling aura emanating from beside him, the family doctor quickly stood up. "Mental health issues still require seeing a specialist psychologist."

Yu Nanqing nodded and watched him leave.

"Does my little one stare at the door like that when I leave for work?"

A faint voice came from beside her ear. Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowed in worry, and slowly turned to look at him. "I'm not a wife-waiting stone."

"Oh, so that means everyone else who leaves, except me, just stays here like this, eagerly watching over each other." Shen Mochen looked as if he had just realized something. If it weren't for the chilling glint in his eyes, Yu Nanqing would have thought he was a magnanimous man.

Yu Nanqing didn't speak, her eyes were red-rimmed.

"I was wrong." Shen Mochen felt a dull pain in his heart, reached out and pulled her into his arms, kicked away the annoying little stool, and gently coaxed her by rubbing her earlobe, "I was just a little jealous, and I couldn't help but be a little cheeky."

As soon as she finished speaking, a wet tear fell onto her shoulder and neck. Shen Mochen was slightly taken aback, and gently touched the corner of her eye with his fingers. "Be good, don't cry, I was wrong."

Yu Nanqing buried her head and snuggled against him, her voice choked with emotion, "Shen Mochen, you're so naughty."

"Well, I'm bad."

"You're not allowed to say it." Hearing his reply, Yu Nanqing felt even more distressed and reached out to cover his mouth.

That's not why she's sad.

He clearly had his memory erased and didn't remember her, so why... why would he still treat her so well if he had to do it all over again?

She hugged him tightly, and after a long while, she poked her head out and asked, "When did you get this mental illness?"

Shen Mochen was slightly taken aback. He leaned over, picked up a wet wipe from the table, tore it open, and used it to wipe her tears. "...It's not important."

The important thing is how to treat and alleviate the symptoms.

She should ask that, and then he could conveniently trap her, hiding her where only he could see her.

If... she truly cares about him.

Otherwise, even if he built countless golden cages, he wouldn't be able to trap her.

“This is important.” Yu Nanqing frowned, pushed away his hand that was wiping her face, and said seriously.

If it was two years ago, then... does that mean that Shen Mochen still remembers her at all?

That further proves that the system is useless to him, and the mechanism is useless to him.

In other words, the damn task might have been set up entirely to deceive her.

“It’s been around for a long time.” Shen Mochen stared at her, remained silent for a long time, and then his thin lips moved slightly.

"How early is 'very early'? Two years ago? Three years ago? Or even earlier?" Yu Nanqing stared at him intently.

She was testing him.

Realizing this, Shen Mochen looked somewhat bewildered, his fingertips twitched slightly, and his mind went blank.

Everything seemed like a mystery.

It weighed heavily on people's hearts.

"...Even earlier."

In a daze, he heard himself murmur this.

Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, plummeted. Yu Nanqing came to her senses, her hopes fading. She let out a sigh and forced a smile. "Have you seen a psychologist?"

"Yes, I looked for it." Seeing her disappointed expression, Shen Mochen's brow twitched slightly, and the ice in his heart melted a little.

Was she feeling regretful because it wasn't the answer she wanted?

Could it be that she hopes he will remember?

But what if she knows he remembers? What will she do?

Should I stab him to eliminate the threat? Or should I shout at him, condemning him for harming Chen Qing?

It can't be that I'm glad he remembers, and then I want to rekindle our relationship.

The frost that had melted slightly solidified again, freezing my heart.

"Is he reliable or not? Why is he still not doing well after all these years?" Yu Nanqing frowned, shrank back, and rested her head on his chest, regretting that she hadn't cared about him at all before.

Shen Mochen lowered his eyes and stared blankly at her, "...Guai Guai hopes I'm okay?"

"Nonsense, of course I hope so." Yu Nanqing glanced at him, seeing his stunned expression, then propped herself up on his arm and sat up again. He cupped her face in his hands, his expression extremely serious. "Next time you go to see a psychologist, okay? I'll go with you."

“…Hmm.” A flicker of unreadable emotion crossed Shen Mochen’s eyes, and he responded almost unconsciously.