Deeply Shocked by Shangguan Meng

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Shangguan Meng."

Having just finished a psychological consultation, Shangguan Meng leaned back in her chair, feeling exhausted. A female colleague handed her a cup of warm water.

"Thank you," Shangguan Meng said softly, taking the cup with both hands. The colleague, who was slightly older, suddenly asked, "Dr. Shangguan Meng, how come someone as accomplished and talented as you hasn’t found a boyfriend yet? You’re so well-qualified and skilled in your profession."

"I haven’t met the right person, I guess," Shangguan Meng replied with a smile. "Besides, I want to focus on stabilizing my career first. I’m not thinking about anything else for now."

This wasn’t the first time someone had brought up this topic. Her mother had also been hinting at setting her up on blind dates. But Shangguan Meng had no intention of pursuing that path.

Huang Ya had advised her to try meeting other men, reminding her that Mo Xuan wasn’t the only man in the world.

Yet, every time, Shangguan Meng would politely decline, even after seeing Mo Xuan with Luo Muqi and learning that he now had two children.

Sometimes, Shangguan Meng wondered what Mo Xuan had been through. Why did he have children so early? She had even looked into Luo Muqi’s background—a radiant woman whose gaze when looking at Mo Xuan had stirred something in Shangguan Meng.

At least in the past, she had never seen that kind of look in Su Yanran’s eyes.

When Su Yanran looked at Mo Xuan, it was always with a hint of pride and a desire to show off.

Was there love? Perhaps, but it was mixed with many other factors. Maybe it was because Mo Xuan was exceptionally talented and had shown her special attention, making her feel unique.

Shaking off the memories, Shangguan Meng checked the time. It was almost lunch break. She tidied up the items and files on her desk and pulled out some study materials to review.

The hospital’s initiative was well-intentioned. Unlike physical illnesses, mental health issues were often overlooked, and they hoped this program would raise awareness.

As a trainee, Shangguan Meng was only responsible for certain aspects of the consultation work. Despite graduating from an Ivy League school and excelling academically, she was still new to the hospital and relatively young.

A nurse walked in and spoke to the colleague who had just been talking to Shangguan Meng. "Have you heard? The vice president of Luo Corporation is here, and she brought her boyfriend along. Our specialists are examining him now."

Luo Corporation? Boyfriend?

Shangguan Meng, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her head and asked in surprise, "Is it... the second daughter of the Luo family?"

"No, it’s the eldest daughter, Luo Shiya," the nurse replied, a hint of envy in her voice. "Some people are just born lucky—beautiful and born with a silver spoon. I heard the Luo family has shares in our hospital. I saw her boyfriend earlier—tall, wearing glasses, and really good-looking."

Tall, wearing glasses, good-looking...

Shangguan Meng immediately thought of Mo Xuan, but then dismissed the idea. After all, the beautiful girl with Mo Xuan was Luo Muqi.

"What’s the name of the person she brought?"

Hearing Shangguan Meng’s question, the doctor and nurse looked at her in surprise. Shangguan Meng usually stayed out of gossip, so why was she suddenly so interested in this?

"Dr. Shangguan Meng, do you know someone from the Luo family?"

Realizing she might have seemed too eager, Shangguan Meng lowered her head and said sheepishly, "No, I was just curious. I hadn’t heard that the Luo family’s eldest daughter had a boyfriend..."

"Who knows? The affairs of the wealthy are beyond us," the nurse said, oblivious to Shangguan Meng’s reaction. "But it seems like Luo Shiya really cares about this guy. She’s not only accompanying him personally but also staying by his side the whole time!"

Shangguan Meng found it hard to believe it was Mo Xuan. In her memory, Mo Xuan didn’t seem like the type to juggle relationships, especially with two sisters from the Luo family.

Even without paying much attention to business, Shangguan Meng knew the Luo family was prominent in the Capital. If Mo Xuan were involved with both sisters, wouldn’t he fear retaliation from them or the Luo family?

Shangguan Meng decided not to dwell on it. She picked up her materials, bid her colleagues farewell, and left the office.

As she stepped out, Shangguan Meng couldn’t help but feel how small the world was. Not long ago, she had run into Mo Xuan and Luo Muqi, who had children with them. And now, she was hearing about Luo Muqi’s sister bringing her boyfriend.

"Shiya, it should be fine, right?"

A voice that Shangguan Meng knew all too well reached her ears. She turned sharply and saw Mo Xuan standing nearby, holding a form and speaking to a woman who looked strikingly similar to Luo Muqi.

Just as stunning, but more mature, with a cold, elegant aura that contrasted with Luo Muqi’s charm.

"It’s fine. The doctor said your condition can only be addressed through deep hypnosis," Luo Shiya said gently to Mo Xuan. "Don’t worry, Xuan. I’ll bring you back tomorrow for the hypnosis treatment. Just think of it as taking a nap and having a dream."

Shangguan Meng stared at the two of them, dumbfounded. Whether it was Mo Xuan with Luo Shiya or Luo Muqi, they all seemed like they belonged in a painting.

But what struck her wasn’t their appearance. The way Luo Shiya looked at Mo Xuan was identical to Luo Muqi’s gaze—filled with unmistakable love. And Mo Xuan’s eyes, just as when he looked at Luo Muqi, were brimming with affection.

"Alright, let’s not talk about it anymore," Luo Shiya said, taking Mo Xuan’s hand. "Muqi will be here soon from the company. We’ll all have lunch together and then head back."

To others, this might have seemed ordinary, but to Shangguan Meng, it was utterly shocking!

The sister and her boyfriend came to see a psychologist together, and then the younger sister would join them for lunch?

Shangguan Meng felt her mind spinning, completely unable to comprehend the relationship between these three. And the way Luo Shiya mentioned Luo Muqi so casually—it didn’t seem like she was sneaking around behind her sister’s back. Instead, it felt... open and accepted.

An absurd thought crossed Shangguan Meng’s mind, but she didn’t dare believe it...

Could it be that the three of them were... together?

As Shangguan Meng was lost in her thoughts, Mo Xuan and Luo Shiya left. Throughout the entire time, Mo Xuan’s gaze never strayed from Luo Shiya, and he didn’t even notice his former classmate standing nearby.

"Why is he seeing a psychologist? And hypnosis?"

Recalling their conversation, Shangguan Meng sought out the professor who had examined Mo Xuan. The professor didn’t go into detail but told her that Mo Xuan had amnesia.

"Amnesia?"

Seeing Shangguan Meng’s shocked expression, the professor frowned. "Do you know him?"

"He... he’s my high school classmate. We were in the same class."

"If you were classmates, didn’t he ever mention that he suffered memory loss due to neural damage?" The professor seemed surprised. "Well, it’s not a secret. Your classmate wants to try deep hypnosis to see if it can help recover his lost memories."

"However, the Luo family’s young lady mentioned that they’ve done tests before and advised against forcibly awakening his memories. But it’s been a long time, so it should be fine now. The young man himself said he wanted to give it a try, so we’ve scheduled the hypnosis treatment for tomorrow."

Shangguan Meng was taken aback. In high school, Mo Xuan had never shown any signs of memory loss. And if he had amnesia, how did he still remember Su Yanran?

The professor held Shangguan Meng in high regard, not only because she had graduated from a prestigious university but also because she was diligent and eager to learn.

"If you’re interested, you can assist me tomorrow," the professor said with a smile. "Normally, it might not be appropriate since you know him, but I’ll be the one leading the session. You’ll just be there to take notes."

After a moment of silence, Shangguan Meng nodded softly. "Alright, I understand, Professor..."

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