Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Xia Yanle chuckled.

"I wonder if the psychologist you found for Mengmeng is a ethical and good psychologist?"

Bai Weiran was taken aback. At the same time, the white-haired girl leaning against the bedroom door narrowed her red eyes.

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You all want to cause trouble, huh? No way! I'll cast a curse: everyone who makes trouble here will turn into a delicate, soft-bodied little girl in white stockings! Hmph (〃＞皿＜)

Chapter 51 The Drama Queen and Rebellious Daughter Has an Illness (3K, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

In the bright reception room, the white-haired girl and the kind-looking female doctor with equally white hair sat facing each other.

"This is a herbal tea made with chamomile, mint, and sage," Youan explained, pouring tea from a rose china teapot. The fragrant steam was soothing and calming.

The little girl obediently accepted it, saying, "Thank you, Grandma."

She puffed out her cheeks and pursed her little lips, blowing hot air.

Youan looked at her kindly and pushed a plate of cookies in front of her.

"This was made by hand with my family. It tastes good. You can eat it if you want."

Foodies don't refuse handouts. Mengmeng took a cookie and started munching on it. She finished one in two bites, thought it was delicious, and took another one.

Youan sat across from her, drinking tea and watching her, sighing inwardly.

Judging from their current docile and obedient appearance, it's hard to reconcile this with the shocking scene they witnessed last time.

"Mengmeng, have you ever made cookies?" Seeing that she didn't answer, she took the initiative to start a conversation.

His attitude was relaxed, as if it were a casual conversation.

This is Dr. You-An's skill; she can always make patients feel comfortable chatting with a close elder, thus making them forget that they are there for psychotherapy and unconsciously let down their guard.

"I haven't done it."

“Making cookies is a lot of fun. You can learn how food transforms from raw materials into what it is today. Next time you come to my house, let’s not make this serious appointment for treatment. We can make cookies together,” Youan said with a smile.

Mengmeng ate four slices in one go, leaving a third of the plate empty. She licked her fingers and looked at Youan with innocent eyes.

"Grandma Youan, you are such a kind person."

"...?"

"Look, you know perfectly well that Mengmeng is a monster, yet you treat her so gently and think of her well-being." The little girl giggled.

Last time, Mengmeng threatened the doctor in front of her with her own life.

You'an was frightened and agreed to keep Mengmeng's secret. She swore that she would not reveal a single word to Bai Weiran unless Mengmeng was willing. But she quickly calmed down and, with a pale face, proposed a deal: in return, Mengmeng would come over to chat with her every week.

"If you only come once and then stop, it will only raise more suspicion. Rather than that, why not come for treatment as if everything is normal? And each time, I will tell Mr. Bai that everything is fine, how about that?"

You An went from being forced to taking the initiative and becoming an accomplice.

Yu Mengmeng accepted the proposal.

Upon hearing this, You'an shook his head, holding his teacup and smiling kindly.

There are all kinds of people in this world.

“Psychological counseling is not teaching, Mengmeng. We are not teachers. There is no perfect solution in this world that can solve everyone’s pain. If there were, all of us in psychotherapy would be out of a job. It’s because there is no way to cure a person with one method, one book, or one course. So our work can only be done one-on-one.”

"Then you'll discover that everyone is special."

"Mengmeng says she's a monster, but I don't think so. If you put it that way, everyone in this world is a little bit weird. Since everyone is weird, then you're not weird either."

Mengmeng took another cookie and crunched it like a little squirrel, tilting her head to the side.

“My grandmother died before I was born, so I never had a grandmother.”

"But I think the 'warm-hearted grandma' described in the book must be just like Grandma Youan!"

"Grandma Youan's granddaughter is so lucky. With a grandma like that, she must be very happy every day."

You'an smiled and was about to speak when Mengmeng's next sentence made her blood drop several degrees.

"...Luckily, I don't want this kind of warmth, otherwise I'm afraid I might not be able to resist killing Grandma Yu'an's own granddaughter!"

She ate most of the plate of cookies, then reached out again, responding in a relaxed tone.

“I want things that belong only to me, things that I like, so they should belong only to me—” She looked up, chuckled, but there was no light in her eyes.

You'an gasped, then, reminded by her years of professional training, she suppressed the eerie feeling that sent chills down her spine.

"Why do you think this way about things you like? Have you thought about this question, Mengmeng?" She tried to keep her tone gentle so as not to provoke the other person, and instead asked more questions to let her explore her inner thoughts on her own.

Have the people around you ever given you this idea?

Psychotherapists often act as guides, leading patients to express their problems and then guiding them to think more deeply about the causes of these problems, providing directions for relief based on those causes.

Instead of treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, we must delve into the other person's past to find the root cause of the problem.

The girl tilted her head cutely, eating a cookie, with powdered sugar still on her lips.

"If I were to talk about it, I could probably talk about my mother, my original father, my new father, my brother, my illness, the discrimination I faced because of my appearance, and many, many things—but Mengmeng knows that none of those are the reasons."

She giggled and stuck out her little tongue to lick all the powdered sugar around her mouth.

“Hey, Grandma Youan, it’s something I was born with, it’s etched into my genes, that’s just who I am.”

"I really want something, I want to have it, I want it completely, I want it so badly."

“If it’s someone like Grandma Yu-an, a gentle and kind person who can’t resist me and doesn’t have any strong methods, I know I can keep hurting you, infecting you like a virus, making you suffer, making you break down, and you’re powerless to resist. Then I’ll become even more unscrupulous until Grandma Yu-an and I are both completely broken. As for myself—I don’t have the ability to control myself.”

“I know the other person is in pain, and I will feel even more intense pain in return for their pain, but none of this is enough to stop me. These cannot be the gates to stop my raging emotions.”

Mengmeng came to a conclusion.

"Very greedy, I am extremely greedy."

A moment of silence.

You'an's rosy face was somewhat pale.

“And what about Mr. Bai?” she asked.

It was obvious that the young girl's devotion to the young man was extraordinary.

Does she want to destroy him too?

Youan thought about it and felt a little worried.

She thought the young man was a good person, a very good person.

Although we didn't talk many times, those few conversations were enough to convey a peaceful, calm, and self-satisfied state of mind.

To Yu'an's surprise, the little girl's eyes lit up, as if someone had talked to her about her most cherished treasure.

“Bai Weiran is different, Grandma Youan.”

“Bai Weiran won’t break,” she said earnestly.

"………………??!"

"How should I put it?!" Mengmeng frowned in thought, with half a cookie still in her mouth, before suddenly realizing.

"That's right, that's right, it's Zombie Apocalypse!!" She waved her hands excitedly.

Grandma Youan was a remnant of the old era and knew nothing about zombies, so Mengmeng enthusiastically gave her a lesson.

"That's right. Normally, people who are bitten by zombies will turn into zombies, but there are also special people who, after being bitten by a zombie, will not turn into zombies. Instead, they can still use the special abilities of zombies while retaining their human sanity—yes, Bai Weiran is one of those people."

“He can withstand viruses that most people can’t handle. Even if he gets deeply infected, there’s no need to worry about him losing his mind, because Bai Weiran is Bai Weiran!”

"He allows me to be completely unrestrained with him—"

Mengmeng swallowed the remaining half of the cookie, looking very happy.

Youan had never heard of such a metaphor or expression before, and was momentarily taken aback.

But the young man was unaware of her thoughts; what if he had someone else he liked?

What should we do about the little girl?

Mengmeng, however, seemed to read her mind and immediately saw through her confusion.

“Bai Weiran has someone else he likes,” she said.

"I know—"

"Not only do I know, but I also know there are other people who like him—his friends, family, or girls like Mengmeng who like him—"

"This problem troubled Mengmeng for three minutes."

"Mengmeng is thinking about killing the other people, but those other people are also very nice to Mengmeng—"

Bai Shimo is great, Sister Xia is great, and the friends you play games with are great too.

"Or maybe I should kill Bai Weiran—but that's even worse. There's only one Bai Weiran in this world. If Bai Weiran really dies, there will never be another Bai Weiran. I've discovered that I can easily find someone like my brother again. They're so kind and gentle. People who want to use the object of their affection, worship, and conquest to demonstrate their own value are everywhere in this world."

"—But Bai Weiran is gone."

"Well, there's no other way. I can only keep Bai Weiran alive."

Maybe she could get all of Bai Weiran, or maybe only a part of him, but even so, she wanted a part of the living Bai Weiran, not the whole Bai Weiran who had died.

Even though it made her feel a little uncomfortable, it was nowhere near as uncomfortable as not having Bai Weiran.

Because every moment spent with Bai Weiran was joyful, peaceful, and made me happy from the bottom of my heart.

Unlike Su Cheng, who was gloomy, tormented, conflicted, and unhappy day and night.

Yu-An had over a hundred reasons and psychological knowledge to gently persuade the girl, but at this moment she remained silent.

Without being blind, but clearly aware of what they are doing, the love and passion that comes from the bottom of their hearts, even just looking at the firelight, can evoke memories of their youth, of once deeply and recklessly liking someone.

Mengmeng ate the last cookie.

Although she didn't know what Bai Weiran would do after understanding her feelings, she trusted him.

It's not blind faith, but wholehearted belief in this person; it's not because I like him that I believe him.

Instead, we judge this person based on all his past actions.