Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Chapter 772: Sister Is Indeed My Savior

Editor: Henyee Translations

Gu Yang meticulously brewed the tea, focusing on the delicate process.

Shortly after, Jiang Mo arrived, alone and seemingly unaffected by the sweltering heat, his attire still impeccably pristine despite the soaring temperatures.

“Apologies for the delay, Sister Gu,” Jiang Mo greeted, sliding into the seat opposite her and handing over the case.

Gu Yang casually perused its contents before returning it to him.

The contents mirrored what she had gleaned from Jiang Mo’s rock music.

His fastidious obsession with cleanliness permeated every aspect of his life, often to the detriment of his daily activities. Jiang Mo’s compulsion to sanitize his hands and surroundings bordered on the excessive, carrying disinfectant with him at all times.

At times, the mere thought of airborne bacteria left him feeling contaminated, prompting him to hold his breath involuntarily.

Furthermore, being a figure in the entertainment industry meant his actions were under constant scrutiny, magnifying the impact of his idiosyncrasies.

Many viewed Jiang Mo’s obsessive-compulsive tendencies with either amusement or skepticism, failing to grasp the seriousness of his condition.

For individuals grappling with mental health challenges, the lack of understanding from others often proves more daunting than the affliction itself.

Gu Yang prepared a cup of West Lake Longjing tea for Jiang Mo, offering it with a warm smile. “Please, enjoy some tea.”

Accepting the cup, Jiang Mo took a cautious sip, only to realize he had used the same teacup he had touched earlier.

Despite the discomfort that surged through him, he managed to suppress his instinctual reaction to discard the cup as if it were electrified.

Surprised by his own restraint, Jiang Mo glanced at Gu Yang. “Is that all?”

Gu Yang couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course not. It’s just hypnosis.”

Whether it was genuine hypnosis or simply a form of psychological suggestion, its effects were not everlasting. There existed a finite duration for its influence.

She had only employed hypnosis on Jiang Mo because she noticed his discomfort while sitting across from her.

Jiang Mo, far from surprised, offered praise, “Sister, not only is your tea exquisite, but your hypnosis is also remarkable.”

“I’ve considered this approach before and even sought out hypnotists, but none have provided such a comfortable experience.”

“I’m just curious about its duration. If it proves lasting, perhaps you could hypnotize me periodically.”

Gu Yang deliberated for a moment. “At least a month. If it doesn’t trouble you, we could continue.”

Having witnessed Jiang Mo’s struggle, his fruitless attempts with numerous psychiatrists both domestically and abroad, Gu Yang had exhausted conventional avenues of treatment. Hypnosis emerged as the most effective option, albeit temporary.

“A month?!” Jiang Mo’s delight was palpable.

He had anticipated perhaps a week’s reprieve at best, but the prospect of a month-long respite prompted thoughts of frequent visits to Gu Yang for hypnosis sessions.

Given the nature of hypnosis, face-to-face interaction wasn’t a strict requirement; alternative mediums could be explored.

Jiang Mo harbored few expectations of resolving his condition definitively; being able to manage it was already a significant relief. “That’s more than enough!”

Taking a sip of tea, Gu Yang chuckled, prompting Jiang Mo to realize he hadn’t broached the topic of potential treatment. “Aren’t you going to ask if I can cure you?”

Hope sparked within Jiang Mo. “Can you?”

Gu Yang affirmed with a nod.

The implicit trust Jiang Mo placed in Gu Yang stemmed from Gu Jin’s assurance, solidifying his belief in her capabilities. “This is fantastic! Sister, you truly are my savior!”

He harbored no doubts about Gu Yang’s sincerity.

“I can indeed cure you, but it will require time and dedication. Throughout the treatment, I’ll employ hypnosis to facilitate your journey towards a normal life,” Gu Yang explained, tapping her nails against the teapot.

Jiang Mo readily consented, even offering Gu Yang a payment of 10 million yuan for her services—an arrangement negotiated by Gu Jin.

When the conversation shifted to his upcoming album, Jiang Mo’s excitement bubbled over. “By the way, Sister, I’ll be releasing a new album soon, featuring a song blending rock and piano. Would you be interested in accompanying me on the piano?”