The Female Psychology PhD Who Time Traveled to the Royal Harem

**Jiang Xinyue truly didn’t understand.**

To her, men were nothing more than accessories in life—luxuries, not necessities. What she truly needed were money, career, and above all, friendship.

In the top-floor office of Shen Corporation’s headquarters, a man sat elegantly by the window, exuding an air of aristocratic refinement.

The city was equally dazzling by day and night, and standing at its zenith, **Shen Ye** had never once spared pity for those who bowed their heads, scrambling to make ends meet.

*"President Shen, Miss Zhu… she went to see her psychiatrist again."*

*"This time, she slit her wrists."*

Shen Ye was displeased, but not because **Zhu Nanxi** was wavering in their arranged engagement.

No, his irritation stemmed from the fact that the Zhu family had initiated this alliance. Zhu Nanxi had even arranged to meet him, deliberately inviting paparazzi to leak news of the impending marriage, using it to boost both families’ corporate standing.

And now, this melodrama? If word got out, the backlash would hit Shen Corporation far harder than the Zhu family.

Negative press that threatened the group’s stability was the last thing Shen Ye wanted.

The marriage was merely an embellishment to him—take it or leave it. But the Zhu family couldn’t play both sides, pushing for the engagement while humiliating him and jeopardizing his empire.

*"Is her psychiatrist still the same one?"*

Behind St. Mary’s Private Elite Hospital stood a mysterious financial titan—none other than Shen Ye himself.

The moment he first received word of Zhu Nanxi’s suicide attempt, he’d had her thoroughly investigated, down to her psychiatrist: **Jiang Xinyue**, a PhD in psychology.

Young, accomplished, strikingly beautiful, and defiantly unconventional—a wild rose with thorns.

It was hard to imagine someone so bold and untamed being a rising star in the academic world.

That was why he’d recognized her instantly at the mall earlier. Though they weren’t on terms where he could simply walk up and greet her.

His assistant placed the woman’s file on Shen Ye’s desk. *"President Shen, she’s the psychological expert our hospital hired with a seven-figure annual salary."*

And the value she brought to the hospital far exceeded that sum.

*"Arrange a meeting with her."*

Caution was paramount. Shen Ye couldn’t risk even a whisper of Zhu Nanxi’s suicide attempts reaching the public.

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**St. Mary’s Hospital**

*"Dr. Song, please! Just one more cup size! I swear I won’t bother you again!"*

Jiang Xinyue shrugged off her down coat and watched from her office as **Song Nishang** struggled with a woman at the door. Unable to resist, she stepped forward. *"Xu Liangfei, you said the exact same thing last time."*

The woman turned, her influencer-perfect face breaking into a wide grin. *"Dr. Jiang, could you persuade Dr. Song for me? This is really the last time!"*

*"Sure!"*

*"What do you mean, ‘sure’?!"*

Song Nishang shoved her back into the office. *"No more augmentations. Her body can’t handle it."*

*"Dr. Jiang, Dr. Song…"*

Xu Liangfei suddenly reappeared behind them, making Song Nishang jump. *"What are you doing in here?!"*

*"It’s fine. Sit."*

The moment Xu Liangfei’s backside touched the couch, darkness swallowed her vision. Panic surged—she was lying on an operating table.

…

*"What did you just do to her?"*

*"She’s clearly addicted to cosmetic surgery. I gave her a free hypnosis session—let her see where this path leads."*

*"You scared me! I really thought you were encouraging her to go under the knife again."*

*"She started altering herself because of an ex-boyfriend’s hurtful words. Deep down, she doesn’t believe in her own worth. I wanted her to understand that there’s someone out there who’ll love her for who she is. She doesn’t need to morph into some idealized version of beauty or wear a mask. She’s enough as herself."*

*"You spout all this wisdom, yet you’re a committed bachelor."*

*"Marriage isn’t for me, but that doesn’t mean I won’t date."*

An hour later—

*"AHHHHH!"*

Xu Liangfei bolted upright, screaming in terror before stumbling blindly toward the exit.

Leaning against the doorframe, Jiang Xinyue called after her, *"Ms. Xu, still want to go up another cup size?"*

*"No! No no no no NOOO—!"*

***BANG!***

Xu Liangfei crashed into a sharply dressed, devastatingly handsome man in a tailored suit. He frowned, brushing off his shoulder with distaste before striding past her—straight toward Jiang Xinyue’s office.

*"Ms. Jiang, our boss would like to invite you to dinner. We hope you’ll honor us with your presence."*

The man cut straight to the point, leaving Jiang Xinyue bewildered. *"And your boss is…?"*

*"Shen Ye—Chairman and CEO of Shen Corporation."*

*"Shen Ye?!"*

Song Nishang let out a strangled shriek. *"Go go go go GO! She’ll go!"*

???

The suited man’s expression turned smug. Of course—no woman could refuse his boss.

Shen ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‍Ye, too, treated the invitation as a foregone conclusion. Beautiful women held little appeal for him. The only things that stirred his interest were profit and power.

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*"Hi!"*

*"You must be President Shen Ye, right?"*

*"Hello. Dr. Jiang had a patient today and couldn’t make it. I’m her best friend. If you don’t mind, I’d be happy to join you for dinner instead."*

Heh.

Dressed elegantly and radiantly, Song Nishang mentally patted herself on the back. *What a genius move.*

If her friend wasn’t interested in this prime specimen of a man, she’d gladly take him off her hands.

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The blinds lifted, revealing a flurry of snowflakes drifting past Jiang Xinyue’s window.

Delighted, she threw on her coat and stepped outside, where she ran into a group of female colleagues from other departments. They exchanged smiles, gathering in the hospital courtyard to admire the season’s first snow.

Within two hours, the grounds were blanketed in white.

A few male colleagues soon joined, packing snowballs and launching into an impromptu battle.

Jiang Xinyue was an accidental casualty—but she refused to play the victim.

*"Dr. Lou, you’re DEAD!"*

**Lou Lan’an** scrambled away, laughing. *"I’m sorry! It was an accident!"*

***SLAM!***

A sleek black Maybach pulled up at the hospital’s back entrance, its door shutting with pointed irritation.

Shen Ye arched a brow. *"Dr. Jiang is too busy to spare time?"*

The woman’s fiery red curls were dusted with snow, her nose flushed from the cold. Melted flakes clung to her lashes like dewdrops—translucent, pure, untouched.

Song Nishang, meanwhile, was shivering violently, any romantic notions about Shen Ye long frozen over. *"We’re all adults here. Must you make her spell it out? Honestly, you’re incredibly rude. Goodbye!"*

Who in their right mind would order food for her, let her think this was a date, only to smirk coldly when she mustered the courage to ask if they could be together?

Song Nishang had never been so insulted.

Was it so hard to say, *"Sorry, you’re not my type"*?

*Ugh. Pretentious jerk. My girl will put you in your place.*