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  "Mr. Jiang," the girl's timid voice rang out. Her name was Nan Jin, and she was different from the others. The alcohol seemed to have a limited effe her.

  She couldn't even remember how many cups she had had by now.

  She was the only one among the group to address Jiang g as "Mr. Jiang," rather than "Jiang Pan'an," "that guy," "handsome," "cutie," or other random niames.

  A few seds ter, Jiang g slowly shifted his gaze and looked at her.

  Nan Jin’s face, hidden in the dim light, seemed to turn even redder. But she still mustered up the ce and spoke with the calmest voice she could manage, asking, "Mr. Jiang, are you thinking about something?"

  A glow stantly flickered in her eyes. She had a pair of very beautiful eyes, just like her mother's.

  However, unlike her maze that was cold and hard, Nan Jin's eyes hid a timid, fused feeling, like a lost little deer.

  Distant, guarded, but also endearing.

  Some say alcohol is a poison, even when mixed with soft drinks.

  But for Nan Jin, it was only this "poison" that could open her heart.

  She suffered from a rare psychological disorder.

  Avoidant Personality Disorder.

  TL/N: Avoidant personality disorder is characterized by the avoidance of social situations or iions that involve risk of reje, criticism, or humiliation.

  It is a type of personality disorder characterized by general social inhibition, feelings of inadequacy, areme sensitivity to ive evaluation.

  The issues stemming from this dition have a major impa a patient’s social and professional life.

  Such patients oftehey ck social skills, attractiveness, and are disadvantaged in many aspects, leading them to bee overly sensitive and self-scious.

  With such low self-esteem, coupled with excessive sensitivity and fear of reje, it makes it particurly difficult for the patient to take the first step in iions and form intimate retionships with others.

  These patients often show signs of excessive shyness, aloofness, fear of strangers, and unexpined aowards hings or sounds during childhood.

  Unlike Mrs. Qin, who ed her daughter’s feelings while fog on work, Nan Jin’s mother was one of those who devoted herself eo her daughter.

  She even gave up her high executive position at the pany to stay home and bee a full-time mother.

  From daily meals to her daughter's clothing, academic performance, hobbies, and habits, she meticulously took charge of everything.

  She exerted all her efforts to shape her daughter into the most perfect creation in the world.

  Whether it was academic performance or subjects like dance, painting, and piano, Nan Jin excelled among her peers.

  The trast between her mother’s excited joy as she watched her daughter stand on stage uhe spotlight and Nan Jin’s indifferent face, though exquisitely beautiful, was striking.

  It was less about love and more about trol.

  Her mother didn’t just love her; she loved trolling her.

  She trolled her every move, direg her towards a "perfect" life that didn’t belong to Nan Jin.

  Her mother was merely usio make up for her own past regrets.

  A long time ago, before taking over the family business, Nan Jin’s mother had dreamt of being an actress.

  She had once hoped to appear on s and show the world the most magnifit version of herself.

  But when that dream was crushed by reality and buried, it was nurtured into her own daughter.

  Nan Jin was unsure whether her mother saw her former self in her, but she knew ohing for sure. If her mother didn’t see it, she would have imposed her own refle on Nan Jin.

  Forcefulness was her most immediate impression of her mother.

  What her mother said must be done; whatever she liked or wanted had to be achieved, and what she expected of herself must also be fulfilled.

  Only then would her mother tio love her.

  She only loved that glorious version of herself.

  The "ugly dug," devoid of achievements and halos, was unworthy of her mother's love.

  It was this long-term pressure and ahat made the already excellent Nan Jin often fall into a cycle of stant self-doubt.

  Her mother's esg scolding sounded like a death knell in her ears.

  She was being told, "Why aren’t you eveer? If you were just a bit better, you’d be oep closer to fulfilling your mother’s dream."

  But that dream was her mother’s, not hers.

  She had no i, and was actually fearful, of being showcased on s.

  For her, those dry data, rigorous numbers, and cold chemical materials were far more attractive.

  She just wao live an ordinary life, quiet and undisturbed, hidden in the background, living with someone she loved and who loved her.

  As Jiang g looked at her, Nan Jin’s heart became even more anxious. His silence made her wonder if her question had been out of pce or if she had interrupted his thoughts.

  "Ding."

  The clear k of gsses rang out. The light red liquid in her wine gss rippled, resembling blood uhe light.

  Before Nan Jin could react, Jiang g extended his hand, and his wine gss lightly ked against hers.

  "Mr. Jiang?"

  Nan Jin blinked in surprise, and for a moment, she panicked like a child who thought she had done something wrong, though she didn’t even know why.

  But in that moment, that was exactly what she thought.

  It was like the sger who interrupted Marquez’s thoughts by reag for a soda , only realizing it ter but uo stop themselves.

  Jiang g took a small sip of wine before sitting ba the sofa, his aura standing in stark trast to the surroundings.

  "I’m waiting for someone," he said.

  Because of the lighting, she could only see his eyes.

  The noise around them had gotten out of hand, but when she looked into this man’s eyes, she felt a strahought f: it was as if all the surrounding noise had disappeared at that moment.

  It was like a pot of boiling water being poured over an iceberg.

  And even though she was standing and Jiang g was seated on the sofa—she should have been looking down at him—but somehow, it felt like she was the one looking up at him.

  He was just sitting there, a he seemed so out of pce among all the chaos.

  Just a moment ago, he had been eagerly drinking with others, but the sed, he suddenly fell silent, retreating into a er like a sneaky snake.

  After hiding its fangs, it quietly awaited its prey.

  "What kind of person?" she asked, as if possessed.

  But as soon as she spoke, she pahey had only known each other for a few days, and it felt like such a personal question was a bit too forward.

  The sed, she saw the man in front of her turn his y wine gss upside down on the marble-like table, his long fingers making graceful gestures in the air.

  "I’m waiting for someone who’s willing to drink this gss of wih me," Jiang g raised his eyes and replied, "Miss Nan Jin."

  (End of the Chapter)

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