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

Chapter 62 You're a good mother, but

Chapter 62 You're a good mother, but...

Nan Zhuren chose to repeat the key phrase from Chen Ma's words: "Good child?"

Chen Ma's emotions calmed down a little.

She slightly raised her chin, and the conversation had now entered the stage she was most comfortable with and most willing to engage with.

[A twitch at the corner of his mouth, a restrained joy.]

Chen Ting's mother has discussed the topic with countless people on countless occasions.

Although the topic is still being discussed again in the consultation room with a therapist, it is clear that Chen Ma can still derive pleasure from it.

"Tingting is obedient, studies hard, is liked by her classmates and teachers, and now she has been admitted to such a good university."

Chen's mother was giving her arguments regarding the topic "Chen Ting is a good child".

Her tone was filled with pride, but also a hint of regret: "It was just that the college entrance exam made her relax a bit, and she went online to look at some weird things, did some random psychological tests, and scared herself. As a result, she has wasted so much time."

When it comes to things she's proud of, Chen Ma's attitude softens: "Now she knows she was wrong. In a way, Teacher Nan, you might also have some credit for her. I know young people like you will cling to any achievement, but you'd better go find 'those kids' instead."

Nan Zhuren raised an eyebrow: "'Those children'?"

“Those who are disobedient, those who can’t concentrate on their studies, and those who are under a lot of academic pressure. Aren’t there many children who commit suicide because of their studies these days? Those are the children you should be paying attention to.”

Chen Ma began to experience the joy of teaching others, speaking eloquently and logically.

This is someone who is already a parent, "passing on their experience" to someone who is not yet a parent.

You can tell she's very proud.

"What do you think is the difference between 'good kids' and 'those kids'?"

"……Um?"

Nan Zhuren's question startled Chen Ma; she seemed to have never thought about it before.

In the past, when she showed off her child to this extent, no one would have raised this question.

Nan Zhuren explained, “What I mean is that very clear trait—those who have this trait are ‘good kids,’ and those who don’t are ‘that kind of kids.’”

This question kept Chen Ma silent. She had no preconceived answer to the question, nor had she even tried to think about it once.

The CPU overheated.

After a long pause, Aunt Chen slowly said, "I already told you, but you weren't listening carefully..."

Nan Zhuren's expression remained unchanged; the opponent's defense was somewhat excessive.

Adults with stable yet skewed values are the most troublesome.

Attacking in this direction again would be going too far, so let's change direction.

“You think Chen Ting is fine and a ‘good girl’?” Nan Zhuren glanced at Chen Ting’s seat.

The little girl's seat moved further and further to the edge, almost to the place furthest away from her mother.

Nan Zhuren's words began to show their sharpness: "So, there won't be any problems with 'good children'?"

Chen Ma regained some of her composure.

She instinctively replied, "How could there be a problem?"

Suddenly, she glanced at Chen Ting with a hint of panic.

As if she had found her old self again, as if she had started some pre-set program, or as if she was arguing about something, she began to chatter on and on.

"Tingting is sensible, obedient, and does well in her studies."

"I'll give her whatever she wants. How could she have a problem? What problem could she possibly have?"

Nan Zhuren's eyes lit up.

Great, we've caught another keyword.

"Give her whatever she wants." Nan Zhuren paused. "And what does she want?"

Chen Ma answered matter-of-factly:

“She loves art, so I pick her up every day to go back and forth to learn piano and painting.”

“She doesn’t like to eat vegetables, so I juice vegetables and fruits together after meals every day to supplement her nutrition.”

"And she's very ambitious and driven. I found her tutoring classes and teachers; we put in so much effort to get her into Jiangnan University..."

Nan Zhuren listened quietly, glancing at Chen Ting from time to time.

After Chen Ma finished her rambling, Nan Zhuren slowly nodded. "These things sound so meticulous and thoughtful; anyone who heard them would agree that you are a good mother."

This isn't being sarcastic or cynical; it's affirmation and positive concern.

"but--"

Nan Zhuren suddenly blurted out a devastating statement that he had prepared all along:
"Will the fact that 'Chen Ting has psychological problems' damage your image as a 'good mother'?"

"In order to maintain this image, you will sometimes intentionally or unintentionally ignore the harm that Chen Ting has actually suffered and ignore the problems she has."

"Mrs. Chen—do you think that's possible?"

This statement is quite aggressive.

However, Chen Ma did not immediately refute.

She was stunned.

Nan Zhuren's earlier guided catharsis had worked; Chen Ma no longer had the energy to vent her anger, or even to muster any anger at all.

She had already fallen into Nan Zhuren's rhythm, and now, following the extension of Nan Zhuren's previous topic, she subconsciously began to think.

Of course, Nan Zhuren didn't expect to break through a person's psychological defenses built up over decades in one go; he was bound to encounter their defenses.

really.

"How could you say that? How could you say that to me..."

Chen's mother panicked: "What mother would do something to harm her child?"

She looked around, as if searching for an ally. Her gaze naturally settled on Chen Ting.

however.

At this moment, Chen Ting's body was leaning as far away from her mother as possible. If it weren't for the fact that she had been accustomed to the persona of a "polite and well-mannered child" for more than ten years, she probably would have jumped off the sofa by now.

"Tingting, you tell us."

……

What are you saying? Saying you're a good mother?
Chen Ting opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't make a sound.

"You are a good mother" is something Chen Ting can neither admit nor deny.

To be fair, a mother who devotes all her resources, both in terms of living and education, is indeed superior to most mothers in society.

Compared to those extreme cases, she could even be described as "a good mother that others would beg for".

The education she received from a young age instilled in Chen Ting a deep sense of gratitude for filial piety.

However, the constant pressure, coupled with the appearance of Wang An, caused Chen Ting to involuntarily harbor resentment.

Chen Ting is often tormented by these two conflicting emotions. Sometimes she thinks, "It's all my mother's fault," and other times she blames herself, "My mother has already done her best."

This ideological contradiction and conflict is also one of the important reasons why Chen Ting's mental state deteriorated.

She didn't know how to face life, work, or even her family.

She could neither be grateful nor resentful, nor could she escape.

She lacked the courage to seize any opportunity, regardless of which choice she made.

But today, today is different.

Faced with her mother's question, Chen Ting looked at Nan Zhuren.

Nan Zhuren responded with an encouraging look.

The words Nan Zhuren spoke before, the energy gained from the consultation, and the encouragement from an "ally" at this moment.

These factors combined to form a powerful force, finally pushing up the words that Chen Ting usually kept hidden in her heart.

It was pushed to my lips.

"Mom." Chen Ting took a deep breath.

"You are a good mother."