Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

Fang Yang looked at Cheng Shuo, the brotherly affection in his eyes slowly dissipating, replaced by suspicion.

Seeming to realize that no matter how much he asked, his "good brother" wouldn’t tell him the truth, Fang Yang turned to Wen Ying instead.

His voice was a little hoarse. "Doctor Wen, Xiao Fang... is she really... not doing well? Please, I’m begging you, tell me."

Fang Yang’s eyes were vacant as he stared into the distance. "Xiao Fang and I... She’s my angel, my savior. If it weren’t for her back then, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Back then, we..."

As he spoke, Fang Yang looked at Cheng Shuo, an indescribable emotion in his eyes. "I was so happy when I found out Xiao Fang was your sister. But you clearly said you supported us being together, didn’t you? Why did you lie to me? You told me Xiao Fang wanted that kind of life, so you respected her decision. But now, can you still look me in the eye and swear that’s the truth?"

Cheng Shuo didn’t speak, but Xue’er, who was standing to the side, did. "Of course he doesn’t dare. After all, he’s the one who arranged to sell his own sister."

Xue’er’s eyes were filled with disdain and contempt, but then she seemed to think of her own situation and gave a bitter smile.

’So we’re all six of one, half a dozen of the other. What right do I have to look down on anyone else?’

’Isn’t that the same look Cheng Shuo gave me just now?’

Xue’er said no more.

Fang Yang’s expression grew uglier. "S-Sold? Cheng Shuo, didn’t you tell me Xiao Fang insisted on marrying into that family? Why was she sold? And you were the one who sold her?"

Cheng Shuo’s expression was conflicted; he didn’t know how to respond.

"Don’t bother asking him. He won’t tell you. Did you, his good friend and brother, know that he loves to gamble? Did you know he’s millions in debt? His family has no money, so to pay it off, Cheng Shuo sold his beautiful little sister to a wealthy family. They even signed an agreement. No matter what that family does to his sister, no matter what they do to her, they can’t interfere. They can’t even contact her again. Those few million in debt completely bought out his sister’s entire life. Oh, perhaps I shouldn’t say ’his sister.’ It bought out Cheng Xiaofang’s entire life."

BAM!

Fang Yang couldn’t hold back any longer. With veins bulging on his forehead, he threw a punch right at Cheng Shuo’s face.

SPIT! Cheng Shuo spat out a tooth, a testament to the force of Fang Yang’s blow.

"Cheng Shuo, and I fucking thought you were my best friend! I poured my heart out to you, I did so much for you, and you were just fucking using me? Lying to me? Playing me for a fool? Xiao Fang is your sister! You sold her for your own sake! Don’t you give a damn whether she lives or dies? Right, how could a bastard like you possibly care if she lives or dies!"

BAM! BAM!

Fang Yang kept swinging and cursing.

Cheng Shuo, being hit, naturally tried to fight back, but he was a bit weaker than Fang Yang. More importantly, because he took the first hit, his momentum was already lost.

"Cheng Shuo, I won’t beat you to death today! If you’re willing to bring Xiao Fang back, I can let you off this one time!"

"COUGH, COUGH! Fang Yang, have you lost your mind?! No matter how much you like my sister, she’s a married woman now! How can you insult her like this!"

"Fang Yang, stop!"

"Fang Yang, you’ve fucking been manipulated! Xiao Fang is doing just fine! Let me go!"

Kong Jian watched the scene unfold, his expression completely placid. ’These people truly are rotten to the core.’

"Doing just fine? You mean getting beaten ten times a day? You mean being treated like a dog by that family? Or do you mean being chained up every night for people to gawk at?"

Wen Ying’s voice reached Cheng Shuo’s ears. He shuddered, thinking this woman was a Demon!

’How could she possibly know that’s the kind of life Xiao Fang is living?!’

"I don’t know any of that!" Cheng Shuo began to struggle again.

"Right, you don’t know. You were just deceived. That’s why when your sister first contacted you for help, you cursed at her. ’You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.’ You told her that even if she died, she’d be a ghost of that family, that it had nothing to do with the Cheng family. You told her to stop contacting you all. You told her she was being beaten because she wasn’t doing a good enough job, because she wasn’t taking good care of the household!"

Fang Yang’s fists fell even faster.

His face was covered in tears. As he listened to Wen Ying’s description, the will to die that had been smoldering within him began to flare up again.

’Beaten every day, treated like a dog, and chained up for people to look at?’

’Is that something a fucking human being would do?’

’Those are Demons!’

They say Hell is empty, and the Demons are in the Mortal World.