The Man in the Rain

  Heavy rain washed away the hustle and bustle of the capital, misty rain shrouded the night, and occasional lightning flashes cleansed the city's splendor, leaving only a string of hazy rainbow lights. In this weather, Chang'an Street was congested as usual, with rows of red taillights reflecting off the lightning, creating a spectacular sight.

  Lianzhong Psychology is located on the 19th floor of SOHO 3 in Sanlitun, overlooking Sanlitun Village and Bar Street. It occupies a favorable geographical location and is a Sino-foreign joint venture authoritative psychological institution. In addition to receiving important individual cases, the institution also undertakes tasks such as psychological behavior research and experimentation. The academic background of psychologists who can work here is not to be underestimated, so it has both temporal and spatial advantages, making it a high-end workplace where people and nature coexist.

  At 9:30, the nightlife in Sanlitun was largely washed out by the heavy rain, but under the decoration of various flashing advertisement screens, it looked more elegant. The staff of Lianzhong were still working overtime and were not affected by the heavy rain outside, but this case was a bit tricky.

  "Wang Ping had been treated in our institution for over a year due to severe depression, and was notified of her recovery last month. However, she fell to her death unexpectedly at 10:59 last night. The police have launched an investigation into Wang Ping's husband, who insists that Wang Ping jumped to her death due to mental illness. For this reason, the police hope we can cooperate with the investigation." Standing in front of the projector introducing the case was Lianzhong Psychological Authority psychologist He Ming, dressed impeccably, with a slightly casual tone but a serious expression between his eyebrows.

  "Now all the evidence is against us, and the police have also said that there were no signs of a fight at the scene. The possibility of Wang Ping's suicide is very high. It's obvious that now all the accusations are pointing to us." The speaker was Fang Baini, who was skilled in hypnotherapy, with delicate makeup and an agitated attitude, and had recently become a member of the American Clinical Hypnosis Association.

  Among the people present, apart from these two, there were seven or eight professional psychotherapists, one of whom was Ding Qipeng, the director of Lianzhong Psychology and an authoritative psychology professor. After hearing Fang Baini's words, his eyebrows almost twisted into a knot, and the white hairs on his temples became even more pronounced under the reflection of the lightning outside the window. He glanced at the time and said slowly, "Let's wait for Dr. Su for a while, maybe she will have a different opinion."

  "That female doctor who just returned to China?" Fang Pei Lei smiled lightly with a hint of arrogance, "Director Ding, Wang Ping's case was one that Dr. He and I have been following up on all along. An unexpected situation occurred, and even we couldn't find the reason. That Su doctor doesn't even understand the situation, so even if she came, it would be just empty talk."

  Director Zhang was about to explain, but a therapist next to him also chimed in, "Director, we really don't understand why you want to hire an outside team leader. Su Ye's personal data is scarce, and none of us have seen what she looks like. Plus, she's only 28 years old, how can she have so much experience?"

  Others also started talking about it.

  Director Ding Qipeng remained silent, watching them with a clear mind. Every therapist here wanted to compete for the position of group leader. He deliberately hired high-level personnel from outside just to maintain balance. After several people calmed down, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture to soothe everyone's emotions. "Su Ye's clinical experience may not be as much as yours, but her perspective is very unique. I noticed her master's thesis a few years ago, she is a rare talent."

  He Ming frowned, "Even if she's very capable, it's just empty talk on paper. Take Wang Ping's case for example, even the police have started to conclude that it was a suicide. Almost everyone has concluded that Wang Ping committed suicide and are all standing on one side. Is it possible for her to still find evidence of dissent? I don't believe it..."

  "Not everyone standing on one side is a good thing, for example, they all stand on one side of the boat." A loud voice cut off He Ming's speech, concise and neat, along with the sound of high heels, not dragging or hesitating. "Wang Ping did not commit suicide, the suspicion lies with her husband."

  Everyone was startled and looked towards the conference room door - an extremely elegant and cold woman, a well-tailored professional suit that couldn't hide her seductive figure at all. A short professional skirt set off her entire body perfectly, with long legs showing no excess flesh, shining like the moon. Behind her was a floor-to-ceiling window, where big raindrops hit and formed mist, making her look like a mermaid on a rainy night, beautiful and enchanting. She held an umbrella in her hand, with a few strands of long hair slightly wet from the rain.

  The male colleagues all swallowed their saliva.

  Ding Qipeng was the first to react, hastily stepping forward to greet everyone and solemnly announcing, "This is Dr. Su Ye, the external team leader of Lianzhong Psychology."

  Someone led the applause after the speech ended, and gradually, the applause grew louder.

  Su Ye quietly looked around, glanced at the photos on the slideshow, and walked straight to the conference table, reached out and turned off the projector, leaving everyone stunned.

  "I received a call from Professor Ding, and I rushed over just to clarify a few points." Her voice was like the rain outside the window, clear and forceful. "Firstly, Wang Ping has recovered, and on my way back to the country, I reviewed all the case files in the clinic, including hers. During her last psychological treatment session, she mentioned the dreams she had, which were bright and free. From the content of her dreams, it's clear that she has regained normal logical thinking and is no longer troubled by depression; secondly, I suggest you focus on Wang Ping's husband's psychological behavior. Having accompanied patients for years, hasn't his psychology been greatly disturbed? There are no signs of struggle, which can also be understood as Wang Ping not having thought about resisting her husband at all, and the possibility of her being killed is also very high; finally..."

  Her speech was rapid, but her logical thinking was very tight. When she said this, she paused slightly and fixed her gaze accurately on Fang Pei and He Ming. Her calm tone became more serious: "If Wang Ping really committed suicide, I suggest you two can retire early. If we have to question whether Wang Ping is really cured, then I will naturally question the professionalism of the two doctors."

  He Ming was very embarrassed, Fang Pei Lian's face turned red and she suddenly stood up, just about to retort when Ding Qi Peng immediately stopped her, "Dr. Su, are you suspecting that Wang Ping's husband has psychological problems?"

  "This is the psychological assessment report of Wang Ping's husband when he was promoted. After you've finished reading it, you can hand it over to the police. Whether Wang Ping committed suicide or was murdered will be decided by the police. What I can decide is only Wang Ping's husband's mental state." Su Ye took out a copy of the report from her bag and placed it on the conference table, speaking in one breath from start to finish, decisive and efficient.

  The others gasped in unison, none of them had expected this paratrooper to have done so much work. Even Fang Pei Lei was stunned, and it took her a long time to take the report and sit down.

  Ding Qipeng also seemed to let out a sigh of relief, with more smiles on his face, looking very pleased and content. He really hadn't misjudged the person. Just as he was about to praise her, Su Ye suddenly spoke up again, "Professor Ding, it's only one week before I start working here, so today is considered overtime. Also, since I'm not working here temporarily, my car can only be parked in the surface parking lot and I have to pay for it myself." She then pulled out a piece of paper from beside her, wrote down a string of numbers elegantly, and handed it over to him, "This is my bank account number. The overtime pay and parking fee will be transferred to this account tomorrow."

  "Ah?" Ding Qipeng was probably never experienced such a thing in his life.

  "Oh, and I'm not used to working overtime." Su Ye walked to the door and then remembered this point, adding a sentence to Ding Qipeng, behind her was a string of neon lights in the rain and fog, she looked beautiful but also fake.

  Until the sound of high heels disappeared completely, someone suddenly came out with a sentence: So handsome, really has personality...

  Beautiful beautiful dividing line

  When Su Ye walked down to the first floor, the rain outside grew even heavier. The thunder rumbled and the water splashed on the marble floor, as magnificent as God's destruction of the world. Another flash of lightning illuminated the liquid crystal screen that played various news 24 hours a day on the first floor, making it transparent. Inevitably, Su Ye followed this light to see the content of the news on the screen clearly.

  More news about Jing Shi Group's IPO.

  The sound of the news was very small, or it was covered by the rumbling thunder. Su Ye stood in front of the screen for a long time, until she heard the words "Jing Shi IPO Group General Manager Nian Baiyan", her eyebrows furrowed tightly.

  She had only been paying attention to Jing Shi Group and ignored the name Yan Baiyan, what's his background? Is the successful listing of Jing Shi Group related to this person?

  Su Ye's heart was in disarray, feeling anxious and stifled. She didn't know if it was because of the Jing Shi Group, or because of the unfamiliar name Yan Bo, or perhaps simply because tonight's rain was too heavy, disturbing her spirit?

  She took a deep breath, and the smell of rain directly rushed into her chest cavity, causing her to cough several times. She tightly grasped her umbrella and turned around to walk out of the office building. Through the rain mist, she saw that her bright red Jeep had been washed cleaner by the rainwater, like a fierce flame fighting against the torrential downpour.

  Su Ye only rushed towards his own jeep, and didn't notice the business car that was parked not far away, its dark color almost blending into the rainy night.

  After the car stopped, the door opened and the driver got out first, holding a black umbrella. He respectfully opened the rear door. First to step down were his long legs in black suit pants, followed by the tall and majestic figure of the man. His robust skeleton was hidden under a lightweight spring coat, with every move exuding dignity. The black umbrella covered his face, but his square and handsome chin was still vaguely visible.

  "There are even girls driving this car, it's rare to see a Jeep like this these days." The driver's sharp eyes caught sight of the red Jeep in the distance and he couldn't help but exclaim.

  The man glanced back in time to see the windshield wipers sweep away, accompanied by a flash of lightning, making the glass shine brightly, and the woman's stunningly beautiful face inside the car fell into his eyes without any difference.

  The raindrops on the black umbrella beat out a moving melody, pattering and rustling as if lulling to sleep.

  He stood under the umbrella, slightly narrowing his eyes, and stared at the woman's cheek without moving.

  "Where are you going?" The driver called out in slight surprise as he saw him staring fixedly in the direction of the jeep.

  The man withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Come in."

  "Yes, it's been a year."