Chapter 60: Young Master Xi's Little Admirer

Yuan Man tugged awkwardly at her lips. “I was planning to hypnotize her, but... I think I was the one who ended up hypnotized!”

Nangong Ao’s brow furrowed tightly. “You mean... she can hypnotize people too?”

Yuan Man’s expression was conflicted. “I’m not sure... and it seems she herself isn’t even aware of it.”

Nangong Ao was at a loss for words.

“Tch, I need to sort out my thoughts!” Yuan Man ran a frustrated hand through her hair.

She had never felt so exasperated before!

At first, though Xianyu Zhen’s resistance was strong, Yuan Man was skilled at gradually breaking through a patient’s psychological defenses. But she hadn’t expected that before she could even begin, she herself would be drawn into an endless world of snow and ice, left to wander helplessly...

Until a young man appeared in her vision. But just as she tried to see him clearly, the illusion vanished!

It wasn’t unheard of to be hypnotized in return, but that only happened if the other person was a master as well.

Yet, when she emerged from the hallucination, Xianyu Zhen was lying on the sofa, fast asleep. In the end, it was Yuan Man who woke her up.

This was the first time Yuan Man had encountered such a bizarre situation—she simply couldn’t make sense of it, much less explain it to Nangong Ao.

“Though I can’t diagnose her condition yet, one thing is certain: there’s nothing wrong with her mental health,” Yuan Man mused.

What she dared not conclude was that Xianyu Zhen might possess abilities far out of the ordinary when it came to mental control.

Nangong Ao had brought Xianyu Zhen to confirm the cause of her illness, but things were now even more confusing.

After leaving the Angel Research Division, Cui Hao drove Nangong Ao and Xianyu Zhen to their reserved restaurant for lunch.

The nearest restaurant to Angel Hospital was a local eatery that Nangong Ao often visited with Xiao Zhiyun.

Xianyu Zhen had little appetite and barely ate a few bites.

Nangong Ao set down his chopsticks and said, “The test results won’t be out for a few days. If anything happens, call me directly.”

Cui Hao quickly wrote down his boss’s number and placed it by Xianyu Zhen’s hand.

She understood that Nangong Ao was worried she might have another episode like the night before while he was away.

For a secret like this, the fewer people who knew, the better. Besides Nangong Ao, she couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to. She saved his number in her contacts, labeling it as “Big Brother.”

After lunch, Nangong Ao had to return to the office for work.

That morning, Xianyu Zhen had brought along the gift box prepared by Xi Junle. She had planned to deliver the gift to the little fan Xi Junle mentioned after her checkup and classes. Since she wasn’t going to class now, she might as well deliver it early.

Nangong Ao reminded her to return as soon as she was done, then hurried off to the company.

Xi Junle’s little fan was named Fang Xiaoyu. She lived in the children’s ward at Angel Hospital, suffering from acute leukemia.

Because of that, Xianyu Zhen could not enter the isolation ward to see her, and could only speak to Fang Xiaoyu over the phone through the glass window.

Only eight years old, Fang Xiaoyu had lost all her hair to chemotherapy, so it had been shaved off. Her delicate, adorable face was pale, and her body was frail.

But her spirits were good. Still, she was visibly disappointed that Xi Junle himself hadn’t come.

Fang Xiaoyu’s mother was a gentle and patient woman. She comforted her daughter kindly.

“Xiaoyu, you like Brother Junle because his music makes you happy. But he’s not just your Brother Junle—he belongs to many people and brings joy to others, too.

He’s very busy with work and can’t come himself, but he sent this young lady to bring your gift. That’s already very special!”

Fang Xiaoyu understood, but was still sad. “He promised me...”

Since her illness was discovered half a year ago, she’d been hospitalized. At her lowest point, it was Xi Junle’s music that gave her the courage to keep going.

She played piano, too, and out of admiration for Xi Junle, she wrote him a letter. To her surprise, he replied personally.

Initially, it was nearly impossible to find a matching bone marrow donor. But after Xi Junle learned of her case, he used his connections to find a donor for her.

In a week, she would have her transplant. Meanwhile, her eighth birthday was approaching. The Brother Junle who usually sent only messages promised to visit in person.

She waited eagerly, but only the gift arrived—it was impossible not to feel disappointed.

Xianyu Zhen consoled her, “Young Master Xi said he’ll be back to see you before your operation.”

“Really?” At that, Xiaoyu’s little face brightened instantly.

Her mother encouraged her, “If that’s the case, then you must rest and regain your strength. When Brother Junle comes, he’ll be even happier to see you, won’t he?”

“Yes!” Xiaoyu nodded enthusiastically, “I want Brother Junle to see that I’m just as pretty and cute as before!”

Clutching her birthday gift, she eagerly asked her mom to hang it on the IV stand by her bed.

Then she turned to Xianyu Zhen. “Thank you, sister, for bringing the gift! Will you stay and have cake with us tonight?”

Nangong Ao had told her to return early, but faced with Xiaoyu’s hopeful eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

“Alright,” she agreed at last.

Xiaoyu beamed, “Great! Sister, help me record a video, so Brother Junle can be happy with me too!”

Xianyu Zhen sent Nangong Ao a message, telling him she’d be back in the evening, and let him know she’d already arranged for Jiang Mohe to pick her up at the hospital.

Nangong Ao didn’t say much more. With Jiang Mohe around, he was at ease.

When Jiang Mohe arrived, he parked and went to find Xianyu Zhen.

Because Xiaoyu’s condition was still unstable, she couldn’t chat for long. Xianyu Zhen sat alone on a bench outside the inpatient wing, absentmindedly staring at the photos Xiaoyu’s mother had sent her from before Xiaoyu’s illness.

Perhaps because she herself had suffered from chronic illness and hallucinations since childhood, she could understand Xiaoyu’s feelings.

Just as she now longed for her own brother to come home soon and ease her loneliness and anxiety.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared beside her, casting a shadow over her.

She looked up. The dappled sunlight fell across Jiang Mohe’s broad shoulders, and the usually stern, cold lines of his face—like his dark eyes—were softened.

She had never really dared look closely before, but today—perhaps because she missed her brother so much—she realized just how much his gaze resembled her brother’s when he dropped his indifference and distance.

Jiang Mohe didn’t seem uncomfortable under her gaze. “Are you sick?” he asked.

She lowered her head and fiddled with her skirt. “I’m fine. It’s just my old problem,” she replied softly.

He didn’t press her, but handed her a small bag containing a bottle of milk and a box of little cakes.

A smile tugged at her lips—how did he know she was hungry?