Chapter Sixty: Are You Out of Your Mind!

Wenren Muyue didn’t have time to stop him; her hand was already caught in Qin Luo’s palm. He looked frail and sickly, but his speed was astonishing, reminiscent of those martial arts heroes described in novels: still as a sickly rabbit, swift as a spirited hare.

Moreover, as calculated by Wenren Muyue’s genius mind—which, at the age of two, already boasted an IQ of 152, nearly surpassing Einstein’s 160—his actions revealed an aggressive nature, and an innate, formidable pride.

“How interesting. I didn’t expect him to be a dangerous man,” Wenren Muyue’s lips curved into an alluring arc. She abandoned any struggle and also gave up her plan to counter with a shoulder throw.

Her hand had never been held by a man before. Qin Luo was the first. The first to dare eat the proverbial crab ought to be punished, she thought.

Qin Luo had no idea what was on her mind; he was simply focused on admiring her delicate hand.

Most scholars liked to use phrases like “fingertips slender as bamboo shoots, wrists like white lotus roots” to describe a woman’s beautiful hands. But neither bamboo nor lotus roots could come close to the elegance of a woman’s hand or wrist.

This woman was clearly a favorite of the gods, every feature exquisitely sculpted. Even her hands, sometimes called the second symbol of sensuality, were no exception.

Fair. Soft. Fingers long and slender. She must be skilled at playing the piano. For such hands not to dance across the keys seemed almost a pity.

“Do all doctors get so distracted when taking a female patient’s pulse?” Wenren Muyue asked.

“You noticed?” Qin Luo was startled. He’d been so discreet, his face composed with the righteous calm of a gentleman unmoved by beauty.

“Not from your expression. I saw it in your heart,” Wenren Muyue replied.

“In my heart? You study medicine as well?”

“I don’t study medicine, but I understand people. Once you grasp someone’s character, you can predict their next move, or a whole sequence of actions. I know you’re inwardly convinced by everything I say right now, though you deliberately keep your face calm,” Wenren Muyue said with a light laugh.

Qin Luo was startled again. This woman was terrifying—she could even guess what he was thinking.

“Seems I was right,” Wenren Muyue observed his surprised expression, her voice calm.

“Your pulse is steady and balanced. Miss, you’re the healthiest person I’ve ever seen. I don’t think there’s anything I can help you with. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going,” Qin Luo said, releasing her hand and turning toward the door. This woman was too dangerous; it was best to leave quickly.

“Wait,” Wenren Muyue called out just as Qin Luo reached for the handle.

He turned to see her rise gracefully from the sofa. Her figure was elegant, her posture poised—a clear product of refined upbringing.

A noble family takes generations to cultivate. In China, those who could truly be called nobility were exceedingly rare.

Wenren Muyue walked up behind Qin Luo and said, “I don’t accept your diagnosis.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Traditional Chinese medicine values deduction: from the exterior to the interior, from symptoms to the root cause. So, I want you to deduce for me.”

“But you’re not ill,” Qin Luo thought to himself. Was this woman just bored and looking for fun with him?

“That’s just the surface. A great doctor should be able to see the essence through appearances,” she replied.

Qin Luo considered this, then smiled, eyes narrowed. “What is it you wish to know?” he asked.

“Why does one see a doctor if not for an illness?”

Qin Luo nodded. “You are indeed ill. And seriously so.”

“I’d like to hear more.”

“You have a mental illness. Or, to put it bluntly, you’re insane,” Qin Luo said with a cold smile.

“Is that the diagnosis of a great doctor? It seems a good reputation can be harmful,” Wenren Muyue showed no anger.

Qin Luo stepped closer, gazing at her flawless face. “Miss, we are strangers. I give you my word, I’ve never met you before. I don’t understand why you came to see me—perhaps it’s just a prank the wealthy think up. But I’m sorry, I’m not interested in playing games.”

“I’m a doctor—healing the sick is my duty. If you were my patient, I’d do everything I could. But now—please, don’t waste your time or mine.”

“Goodbye,” Qin Luo said. At the door, he turned back and, smiling, added, “Let’s hope we never meet again. That would mean you’re healthy and well.”

Bang!

He nodded at Ma Yue, who was waiting by the door, then strode away. Ma Yue watched his retreating figure for a moment before opening the door.

“Miss, are you alright?” Ma Yue asked softly, seeing Wenren Muyue deep in thought.

“I’m fine,” Wenren Muyue replied gently.

“Were you satisfied with the meeting?” Ma Yue asked quietly. It didn’t seem the conversation had gone smoothly.

“Satisfied?” Wenren Muyue let out a soft laugh. “Ma Yue, he called me insane.”

Ma Yue’s expression turned frosty. She reached for her phone, prepared to call the bodyguards downstairs to intercept Qin Luo. No one was allowed to insult her mistress, nor would they allow such a person to go unpunished.

But Wenren Muyue waved her off. “Let it go, Ma Yue. It’s a strange feeling, but I mostly agree with his diagnosis.”

“Miss, you—”

“But I think his diagnosis needs a little adjustment. I’m not insane, just neurotic. What do you think, Ma Yue?”

“I don’t know, Miss,” Ma Yue answered honestly.

“If I weren't neurotic, would I have come to see him? A man who abandoned me, I should hate him.”

“Miss, there will be better choices in the future. We all think he’s not worthy of you,” Ma Yue tried to comfort her.

Even the formidable Lady Wenren, who could upend the business world with a wave of her hand, could still be caught up in the dilemmas of gain and loss, just like other women.

“Better? I don’t lack better. What I lack is someone more suitable,” Wenren Muyue said. “Let’s go. We have much to do.”

“Yes, Miss.” Ma Yue called downstairs for the car and escorted Wenren Muyue out.

A group of attendants shielded Wenren Muyue as she entered the custom-made Rolls-Royce Phantom, known as a “landborne mobile fortress.” Once the car started rolling away, Ma Yue finally spoke to Wenren Muyue, who was sipping her wine, “Miss, shall we remove Qin Luo from the list?”

“Remove him? Why?” Wenren Muyue countered. “He may not be outstanding, but he’s not hypocritical. And he’s an interesting man.”

“Then… should we make him a key observation target?”

Wenren Muyue shook her head. “I plan to observe him myself.”

Ma Yue sighed softly. It seemed her mistress was about to make a decision based on her senses rather than data. In her experience, only data revealed true merit.

Li Qingcheng came out personally to see Wenren Muyue off. After her car departed, she hurried back to Qingcheng International. As soon as she reached the second floor, a group of gossipy women surrounded her.

“Li the Beauty, who was that woman? So arrogant!”

“Exactly. I’ve never seen anyone come for a beauty treatment in a Rolls-Royce.”

“And three bodyguards! I’m jealous.”

Li Qingcheng scolded them playfully, “You’re just being sour. Now you’ve seen what nobility looks like, what true elegance means! Will you country girls dare be so brash again?”

“Hey, Li the Enchantress, that’s not fair. Sure, she outshone us, but what about you? Are you any better?” Ran Yu pointed at her.

Li Qingcheng’s smile faded. “It’s just not fair. How can such women exist? How is anyone supposed to compete?”

“Exactly. And why did she come for a beauty treatment and end up seeing Qin Luo?” Xiao Yi asked curiously.

“Right! Where is Qin Luo?” Li Qingcheng headed inside. She’d been busy and hadn’t noticed where he’d gone.

Qin Luo was just coming out of the restroom when Li Qingcheng caught him and dragged him by the hand up to her third-floor office. Once inside, she closed the door and asked excitedly, “Well? How did the talk go?”

“It was alright,” Qin Luo replied.

Li Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. I was afraid you’d say otherwise.”

“Who is she, anyway?” Qin Luo asked.

“How should I know? But from her bearing and style, she’s clearly not ordinary. You have to help me keep her happy—she’s a major client. Not only did she buy a 290,000 yuan supreme annual card, she’s also planning to enroll all the female executives at her company.”

“Then you’re about to make a fortune,” Qin Luo remarked.

“That’s right!” Li Qingcheng grinned, her eyes glinting with greed. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your cut. But help me deal with her. If necessary, even sacrifice a little of your charm. I won’t blame you.”

“…”

“Oh, and it’s clear she’s very pleased with your medical skills. She even said she’ll come to you again for treatment. What exactly is her illness? Is it serious? If it is, I’ll make sure to charge her plenty—these rich people value their lives and don’t mind spending money.”

“It’s serious. Very serious.”

“What is it?”

“She’s insane.”

“You didn’t actually say that, did you?” Li Qingcheng burst out laughing.

“I did.”

“Really?” Her laughter faded.

“Really.”

Li Qingcheng’s vision dimmed and she collapsed onto the sofa.