Mrs. Amnesia: The CEO chased her thousands of times

Zhang Ming stood on the podium and continued what He Jianyan said. He Jianyan stood beside him, with his hands folded in front of him, his expression calm, and his aura strong but gentle. The female prisoners listened to Zhang Ming's admonishment, but their eyes were all fixed on He Jianyan.

His presence made the entire women's prison shine. If after this lecture, the female prisoners become peaceful, well-behaved, and highly cooperative, it is not because the lecture content has a powerful educational effect, but because they feel comfortable seeing shining men in their boring prison life.

Zhang Ming finally finished rambling, and under the watchful eyes of all the female prisoners, he sent He Jianyan out of the reporting hall.

Jiang Yuman breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't see her. She lowered her head to look at the gray-blue prison uniform she was wearing, feeling ashamed of herself. He shouldn't want to associate with me anymore, right? Because she is just a second-time prisoner who cannot be brought to the forefront.

Under the command of the prison guards, the female prisoners lined up and walked out of the reporting hall one by one. He Jianyan hadn't left yet. He and Zhang Ming were standing in the yard outside the reporting hall, talking about something. Jiang Yuman inadvertently raised her eyes and met He Jianyan's gaze. His gaze seemed to be waiting there. He did not look back after he met her. He pursued her gaze until she turned around and stopped looking at her. .

Heart pounding, nervous and ashamed, Jiang Yuman lowered her head and walked forward faster.

"Don't look around! Leave quickly!" The prison guard's scolding voice came from behind. The female prisoners suppressed their laughter, stopped their wandering eyes, and left quickly.

Dinner time, women's prison cafeteria.

Jiang Yuman took the dinner plate and found a seat in a corner to sit down. Three figures passed by her. The blue sleeve swept over the dinner plate, leaving a handful of coarse sand mixed with pebbles in the meal.

When she saw the backs of the three people, her shoulders were shaking, as if they were suppressing a smile.

Forget it, bear with it, but you can go out in about 50 days. If you cause trouble, your sentence may be extended. Jiang Yuman held the chopsticks in her left hand and awkwardly put aside the inedible food.

He opened his mouth and took in a mouthful of rice. Before he could chew it, the rice was frightened by a sudden roar and fell from his mouth back to his plate.

"No. 35, come here!" The voice seemed to be nearby. She looked up and saw the prison guard standing in front of the dining table.

No. 35 came back, "Report."

"Why did you throw sand into No. 98's dinner plate?" the prison guard asked sharply.

"It's not me..." No. 98 quibbled in a low voice.

"Not you? Then you three will be punished together. Go and stand at the door. You are not allowed to eat tonight!"

The three of them knew they were in the wrong and did not dare to refute, so they had no choice but to hang their heads and stand at the door of the cafeteria. Turning around with his back to the prison guard, No. 35 cursed "西八~" with his lips.

"Number 98, go to the window and type another copy." The prison guard's voice was still stern, and Jiang Yuman obeyed. After dinner, she returned to the dormitory. As soon as she sat down on the bunk, a prison guard appeared at the door and shouted her number.

"Number 98, make the bed and follow me." The voice was loud, cold and stern.

Several roommates looked at Jiang Yuman, lowered their voices and asked, "Hey, what did you do?"

"Is it a solitary confinement?"

"Unlucky guy, you're done."

"..."

Jiang Yuman's heart sank, panicking about the unknown. Recalling the last time she went to prison, she and the perpetrators were imprisoned for resisting the bullying of several fierce women. She almost lost her mind in there.

She silently packed her bedroll and toiletries, hugged them and followed the prison guard, feeling panicked. That confinement caused her to suffer from "closed space phobia". She thought to herself that since she came in this time, she had always kept her peace and kept silent even when being bullied. Why was she about to be taken to solitary confinement?

Jiang Yuman was taken to a one-room dormitory on the second floor by the prison guards. Compared to the eight-person dormitory with bunk beds, the conditions in the one-room dormitory were simply heaven! There is even a small desk here where you can read and write.

"Number 98, from today on, you will live in this room and be responsible for the management of the library." The prison guard said seriously.

"Yes……"

"As soon as the bed is made, report to the library!"

"Yes!"

After the prison guards left, Jiang Yuman collapsed on the bed. She was really scared to death and thought she was going to be locked up in a dark room again. She didn't dare to slack off, so she made the bed and went to the library.

"Report, I am No. 98."

"Come in. Starting tomorrow, you will be responsible for borrowing and returning books in the library."

After the prison guard finished explaining, he left. Jiang Yuman stayed to learn work matters from another librarian. On the way back to the dormitory, she kept thinking, how could she be so lucky? He was actually assigned to work in the library, which was considered a "high-end unit" in the prison. It was much better than hard work such as carrying water, carrying manure, and growing vegetables. It was also much easier than working on a sewing machine or making umbrellas in a factory.

After thinking about it, I felt that someone should have helped her take care of it. The warden seemed to like He Jianyan quite a lot. He kept chatting with him after the lecture. Maybe it was He Jianyan's request to the warden?

Yes, this is the only possibility.

A warm current flows from the heart to all parts of the body.

He Jianyan - You are really the light in my life~

A week later, by psychological counseling, in He Jianyan's consulting room.

"How are you? How have you been these two weeks?" He Jianyan showed his signature smile.

"Hmm... not bad!" Xia Anyu thought for a while and didn't know how to describe herself during this period.

"What about sleep? Do you still need to drink to sleep?"

"Sometimes, but there are also times when I can fall asleep without drinking."

"It seems that your relationship with alcohol is not as close as it used to be." He Jianyan smiled.

There was a long silence after that. Xia Anyu is not the type who chatters endlessly with a counselor. He just needs such a safe space, and such an "always there" person who can take on his inner anxiety.

He Jianyan was like a loving priest, looking at Xia Anyu calmly, accompanying him when he was silent, and listening to him when he spoke.

Finally, Xia Anyu spoke again.

"I found some evidence, and I found that I... did do very hateful things to my ex-wife before. But fortunately, I still have the opportunity to do something to make up for my mistakes. She hates me very much, and I understand , I failed to protect her. I plan to... help her restore her reputation and restore her innocence. "

"You have a deep sense of guilt for her, and you even feel guilty in your heart. You attribute all the negative consequences to your failure to protect her. This is the source of your pain and the reason for your sleep disorder. What do you think? ?”

"Yeah." Xia Anyu nodded three times.

“Usually people’s first reaction when faced with feelings of guilt is to cover it up, to push the problem onto the other person, and to rationalize their own behavior. Very few people dare to face it directly, or even go to great lengths to make up for it through their behavior. In fact, what you really want is to repair the relationship between you and her, can I understand this?"

Xia Anyu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Well, I think so. It seems difficult at the moment, but I want to do that."

"Because you still love her."

Xia Anyu was silent, and He Jianyan observed his reaction.

He dominated this conversation, he probed into Xia Anyu's innermost thoughts, and he was digging into the core desire in his heart.

He saw that Xia Anyu had an unbreakable love for that woman.

"Yeah." Xia Anyu nodded, then shook his head with a wry smile the next second, "But she seems to only hate me."

"Dr. He, I want to know, is the opposite of love hate?" Xia Anyu suddenly asked.

He Jianyan lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and had the answer in his mind, then raised his eyes to meet Xia Anyu's gaze.

"The opposite of love is forgetfulness."