He is a paranoid schizophrenic

  She immediately blocked his way, "I didn't say I wanted to quit, maybe this job doesn't mean anything to you, but for me, it's my only source of income right now."

  He directly pulled out a leather wallet from his pocket and handed her one of the gold cards. "The password is your birthday."

  Xia Qi stared at Jun Jianyan's hand holding the gold card, "Take back the card."

  "Will you have dinner with me then?" he asked.

  She was stunned for a moment and didn't respond for a while.

  He lifted his foot again and walked towards the door. Eat and quit, he was forcing her to choose between the two.

  As she watched him walk to the door, his hand even grasped the doorknob, she blurted out, "Okay, I'll eat with you." However, as soon as the words left her mouth, Xia Qi couldn't help but lament in her heart. It was easy to imagine that when she came out of the private room later, rumors would spread like wildfire among her colleagues again.

  He smiled with satisfaction and sat back down at the dinner table.

  Jun Yan's dining posture has always made Xia Qi feel like it could be a teaching model. Whether it's Chinese or Western food, whether it's chopsticks or knife and fork, his posture is extremely standard, just like now, he eats at a moderate pace, every move exuding a kind of aristocratic elegance and normativity.

  Even in a relaxed state, his movements are still meticulous. For example, when drinking, the way he holds the wine glass with his fingers, the distance, is as if measured by a machine, without any error.

  "Why aren't you eating? Don't you like these dishes?" Jun spoke out in a low voice.

  Xia Qi snapped back to reality and looked at the dishes on the table. These dishes were enough to offset her salary for a month, not to mention the bottle of red wine he had opened.

  These were things she normally wanted to eat but couldn't afford, only at this moment, she really didn't have much of an appetite, so she said, "I had dinner before work, now my stomach is quite full."

  He didn't say anything else and continued eating quietly.

  His quietness reminded her of when he was a kid, he would often quietly stay by her side, and only react after she said something. If she didn't initiate conversation with him, he could go an entire day without saying a word, just staying by her side, doing whatever she did.

  He still remembers that at that time, he had to take medicine every day and go to the hospital for various examinations on a regular basis. Doctors often came to his villa in Z city.

  "What are you thinking of, staring at me like that?" Jun Jin Yan's voice suddenly rang out in the private room.

  Xia Qi only then discovered that at some unknown time, he had put down his chopsticks and was staring at her with a serious expression.

  "Your illness... has it been okay all these years?" Xia Qi hesitated for a moment before asking.

  His eyes deepened slightly, and he understood what she was referring to. "Mm, very good, no relapse." He said that when he was 13 years old, the doctor diagnosed that his autism had been cured and normalized, and as long as there were no accidents, he could live, study, and work like a normal person...

  "That's good." she said.

  "Are you worried about my illness?" he asked suddenly.

  "Yes, I'm worried about your illness." Xia Qi replied honestly. After all, her childhood and adolescence were mostly occupied by him. If it wasn't for his strong obsession with her, he actually... "I hope you can live a healthy and normal life." She said sincerely.

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