Chapter 12: Turn Hostile at the First Touch

In the psychological clinic, Qiao Nian navigated the hallway with practiced ease and retrieved what she wanted from the consultation room.

The psychologist here was unexpectedly young, at most in his early twenties. He had a pair of peach-blossom eyes even more captivating than Jiang Li’s. Underneath his white lab coat, he wore a black V-neck T-shirt that plunged almost to his chest. As if that weren't enough, he wore a silver skull necklace; the teeth of the sterling silver skull glinted sharply in the sunlight, looking flamboyant and arrogant.

It was just that his mouth was a bit foul.

"Qiao Xiao-Nian, why did you keep hanging up on me earlier?"

Qiao Nian poured all her medicine into a chewing gum bottle, tossed the labeled pill bottle into the trash can without a second thought, and replied without looking up: "I was eating."

She was much more relaxed here, standing without any semblance of proper posture.

Wei Lou clearly didn't accept her explanation. He shoved his face—the kind that could ruin young girls—right in front of hers, forcing her to look at him: "Is eating more important than me?"

Annoyed by his pestering, Qiao Nian frowned and ruthlessly pushed his face away with her hand: "Don't get so close. I'm afraid my hands might get itchy and I'll punch you."

"Tsk, trying to murder your own husband!"

Though he said that, he leaned back, no longer pressing as close as before. His handsome face was full of resentment as he spoke: "I'm your boyfriend, at least, can't you be a little less heartless?"

Qiao Nian corrected his choice of words: "Ex-boyfriend!"

Wei Lou was unfazed: "An ex-boyfriend is still a boyfriend! You’ve already broken up with that Fu Ge anyway. I’ve been a backup for so long, won't you consider promoting me to the real thing?"

He liked to joke around, and sometimes Qiao Nian couldn't tell if he was joking or serious. She impatiently brushed his hand away and frowned: "Not considering it! Didn't we try that before? You’re not good enough."

*You’re not good enough!*

"You knew I wasn't good enough after only three days?" A surge of frustration rushed through Wei Lou, his handsome face darkening with anger. He gritted his teeth, the words seemingly squeezed out from between them: "As long as you're willing to try with me, I’m better than anyone!"

Three days. It had only been three days before she dumped him.

He hadn't even managed to hold her hand, and yet he was being forcibly labeled as "not good enough." If that got out, people would laugh their heads off!

"Good enough until you call me daddy!"

Qiao Nian glanced nonchalantly at the man who was fuming with rage, cold and heartless: "No, you're not."

"Damn it!"

Wei Lou was left speechless by her retort. He propped his forehead up and argued with her, exasperated: "What do you mean I'm not good enough? Qiao Xiao-Nian, it’s clearly you who isn't good enough, isn't it? What the hell is wrong with you? The moment a member of the opposite sex touches you, you get repulsed and manic. I even dragged out the top gigolo in Rao City to consult him; he’s seen countless women and has never heard of such a condition! I’ve only seen something similar to your condition in one place!"

Qiao Nian couldn't help but be curious: "Where?"

Wei Lou pulled at the corner of his mouth, staring at her with a mocking smile: "In 'The Pure CEO Falls in Love with Me'."

Qiao Nian: "?"

Wei Lou looked at her porcelain-white, oval face, which exuded a cold, indifferent, and inexplicably alluring charm, and most of his irritation subsided.

He couldn't muster the energy to stay angry. He took a sip of cold water to cool down, waved his hand like a deflated balloon, and said: "A web novel. It’s normal that you haven't heard of it!"

The plot was so eye-searing and the content so exaggerated that he couldn't be bothered to recall it a second time.

However, the male lead in that story was exactly like Qiao Nian—he couldn't be touched by any member of the opposite sex, and he would flip out if anyone tried.