Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 126 Can you teach me micro-expression analysis?

It has been a long time since the incident, but Mr. Chen still doesn't know how to face his daughter.

Therefore, even now, with Chen's composure, he can't help but grit his teeth at the inhuman teacher: "I still think Wang An wasn't dealt with quickly or ruthlessly enough!"

"It's all in the past, it's all in the past." Howard quickly poured a cup of tea for Mr. Chen.

This was rather amateurish social nicety, and Mr. Chen wasn't comforted at all. Fortunately, Mr. Chen has good emotional management skills and didn't need any comforting; he quickly recovered.

He glanced at Howard sideways: "Speaking of which, we have to thank Teacher Nan for this too—I've seen that video online. Tingting identified him, and that beast Wang An admitted it. Then it spread, and the impact was huge. The school couldn't do anything about it; they simply couldn't suppress it."

At this point, Mr. Chen paused for a moment: "Not to mention, that's a law school class, and the parents there... which one would want a teacher like that to teach their child? If it were a really senior professor, that's hard to say; but Wang An... humph."

Howard suddenly thought of something and cautiously approached Chen's father.

"I heard that Director Xia's daughter is in the same class as your daughter, Mr. Chen, is that right?"

Mr. Chen didn't say anything, neither confirming nor denying. He simply extinguished his cigarette and then drank the tea in one gulp.

"I've bothered you for a long time today, so I'll be leaving now."

Howard tried to persuade him to stay: "Xiao Nan's consultation is almost over, why don't I call him back later..."

Mr. Chen waved his hand and left resolutely.

Howard could only pretend to be reluctant to part, shaking hands and walking arm in arm with Chen's father all the way to the elevator.

……

As the elevator doors closed completely in front of him, Mr. Chen's expression became utterly indifferent, and even the last trace of social interaction vanished.

As I reached the door, the phone rang again. Looking down, I saw the screen still displaying "Wife".

Mr. Chen frowned, neither answering nor hanging up, and walked downstairs with the ringing phone in his hand.

His private driver had been waiting for a long time.

The moment the driver opened the car door for him, the phone call ended, giving his wife the false impression that "no one is answering, I'm busy, I don't have time to answer your call."

But Mr. Chen did not show any signs of relief when the phone stopped ringing, because it soon rang a second time.

"Boss, where are you going?"

The driver glanced at Mr. Chen in the rearview mirror, but Mr. Chen didn't reply. The phone stopped a second time, then rang a third time.

The carriage was suddenly filled with the sound of cell phones ringing.

Mr. Chen looked irritated. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if he had a word he had been holding back for a long time, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

After a while, he suddenly said slowly, "Old Liu, sometimes I feel like I need to go to a psychologist..."

The driver was a long-time employee of Chen's father's company and knew that at this moment, the boss didn't want him to express his opinions, he just wanted him to speak.

As expected, Mr. Chen didn't care about the driver's reaction.

He loosened his tie in frustration, about to say something, but suddenly stopped—he saw two people pass by outside.

A very tall and thin man, and a woman who was much shorter and fatter in comparison.

The man exuded an aura of timidity and gloom; despite being much taller, he seemed like a child. The woman, chest out and head held high, swung her arms and legs aggressively, completely ignoring the man's steps and charging ahead recklessly.

With his rich social experience, Mr. Chen could tell that the people in front of him were probably a couple.

"But why does it look like an angry mother walking her son?" The driver suddenly laughed, speaking out what Mr. Chen was thinking.

However, the driver's choice of words subtly pointed out something about Mr. Chen.

"Walking" your son?

“Absolutely,” the driver said. “When my son makes my wife angry, she doesn’t say anything, she just keeps walking straight ahead in the street until my son apologizes.”

This scene did indeed have a strange resemblance to what was happening before his eyes, and Chen's father couldn't help but laugh.

"Is your son trying to appease your wife?"

Mr. Chen found it ridiculous: "So what do your son do to make your wife angry?"

The driver blinked, his smile fading as he suddenly realized he couldn't come up with an answer. Perhaps there were too many possible answers to the question, or perhaps there simply wasn't one. Mr. Chen also blinked: "Did your wife suddenly get angry for no reason, and then you had your son comfort her?"

The driver's smile vanished completely, and he fell into deep thought.

Mr. Chen hesitated, then said, "Isn't it the other way around between your son and your wife? Shouldn't it be the mother who comforts the son?"

The driver explained, "My son... is quite sensible."

Chen's father shook his head again: "Besides, Lao Liu, you always volunteer to work overtime, and sometimes you even sleep in your car. Is it because you don't want to go home and coax your wife?"

The driver lowered his head and did not answer.

Mr. Chen rubbed his forehead: "Your son has had a tough time. And you, you really shouldn't have just abandoned him like that..."

His movements suddenly stopped.

"Old Liu," he suddenly asked, "how's your son doing lately?"

The driver suddenly laughed: "I have to thank Mr. Chen for using your connections to get him into the city's No. 1 High School a couple of months ago. The kid's still a bit mischievous, but his grades have improved a lot. Of course, he can't compare to your daughter..."

Is your son a day student?

"Ah, right. He's in his final year of high school, so he needs to start focusing on his studies. My wife rented a place near the school to stay with him; he can sleep and eat much better there than at school..."

The driver kept talking, but Mr. Chen didn't reply. His expression suddenly turned somber.

Jingle Bell--

The phone rang again.

Chen's father suddenly jolted as if startled awake, and without thinking, pressed the "hang up" button, no longer pretending that no one was answering.

He looked out the window again, but the tall, thin couple and the short, stout couple had long since disappeared from sight.

"Old Liu," Chen's father suddenly called out.

"Boss? Back to the company?"

“No.” Mr. Chen’s brows relaxed. “…Let’s go to Jiangda University. I plan to visit my daughter.”

……

【月度目标：1个月内完成“心理咨询”10小时（7/10），完成后进行1次“心理能力培训”。】

The alarm clock suddenly rang in his ears, pulling Nan Zhuren out of the dream-themed psychological counseling room.

There will be another consultation in a while.

We are very close to achieving our monthly goals.

It's still the beginning of the month. If this "monthly goal" is helpful to you, then you'll have plenty of time to work on it later.

Therefore, Nan Zhuren is now paying special attention to the upcoming consultations.

"Hey soldier, is my client who's scheduled for consultation supposed to be here today...? Hmm?"

As Nan Zhuren was thinking this, she looked up.

But then he suddenly saw that the bearded man was sitting right next to his workstation.

That spot usually belongs to Shen Bing.

"Teacher Hu?" Nan Zhuren asked curiously, "Is there something you need?"

Although the man's beard covered part of his facial skin and lines, preventing Nan Zhuren from capturing some of his subtle expressions.

But the remaining part is enough to show a face that says, "I have something I want to talk to you about, and I haven't even dared to wake you from your sleep, so I've been waiting for a long time until now."

Sure enough, Nan Zhuren raised his eyebrows as soon as the bearded man spoke.

"Teacher Nan...can you teach me micro-expression analysis?"

(End of this chapter)