Chapter 70 Rebuttal of Whistle-blowing Letter

"A complaint about me?" Queenie was momentarily stunned.

Meanwhile, Benoit's handsome face grew gloomy, and his deep, expressive eyes narrowed slightly. Manley was about to investigate the source of the anonymous letter, but Benoit raised his hand to stop him. "Wait. Queenie should be able to handle it."

The judges on the stage nodded in agreement. "Yes, we have received an anonymous complaint accusing you of privately receiving counseling treatment from a psychologist. We believe that as a teacher, if there are psychological issues, it would hinder your ability to guide students in the right direction morally. Based on this consideration, we have decided to change your first place to second place. Do you comply with the arrangements made by the competition committee?"

Queenie stood on the stage, pondered for a moment, and when she raised her head again, her eyes radiated determination. "I'm sorry, esteemed judges, but I do not accept."

"Very well, then please state your opinion," the judge motioned for her to speak.

"Firstly, I sought psychological counseling for personal reasons. I do not believe this is something embarrassing or difficult to discuss.”

“In recent years, mental health has become increasingly important to people. Modern individuals, due to life and workplace pressures, all have some degree of psychological issues. We've been emphasizing that mental health problems are not the same as mental illness. Having a psychological condition does not mean having a mental disorder!”

“We encourage adults and students to bravely seek psychological counseling and guidance to improve their mental health. As a teacher, I have this aspiration and actively seek counseling. I don't think it should be a deduction for me."

Queenie paused before adding, "Secondly, the competition committee has no evidence to prove that I have moral issues or that I am guiding my students in the wrong direction. In fact, I believe educational institutions should not only focus on academic achievements but also on promoting mental well-being. Thank you."

She spoke confidently and calmly, challenging the judges' decision.

"Guiding students to shape their outlook on life, values, and worldview presents issues.”

“Thirdly, psychologists should not disclose the personal information of their clients. This constitutes a violation, and it is not recognized legally. Therefore, this anonymous information is illegal and should not be considered by the competition committee.”

“These are my counter arguments, thank you, esteemed judges."

As her voice fell, Benoit gave Queenie a thumbs up.

Queenie nodded gently in return.

Manley exclaimed in shock, "Queenie is amazing!"

The venue fell silent for a while, and the judge who had just asked the question was the first to applaud.

Then, several other judges nodded and applauded as well.

"Congratulations, first place, well-deserved!" The leading judge stood up and shook hands with Queenie.

Queenie politely stood up and stepped down from the stage.

Benoit approached her in his wheelchair, handing her a bouquet of pink roses. "Congratulations, Mrs. Clancy."

"Thank you," Queenie smiled in thanks.

Meanwhile, Mary, who was watching this scene on the monitor, was seared by the loving expressions of the two.

She gritted her teeth and said to the person beside her, "Benoit has always been arrogant. When has he ever given a woman flowers? It makes me so angry! That woman must die! Go, quickly check and find out what their relationship is!"

"Well..." the person hesitated, "Checking on Benoit's matters, if he found out, he would be very cruel."

Mary kicked the person in the shins, "Get lost! You useless waste!"

The person quickly slipped away.

Jokingly, he would rather offend Mary than be tormented by Benoit!

Mary stared fiercely at Queenie as she received the award, her gaze turning cold.
Benoit is mine!

The mistress of Coast City can only be me!

On the other hand, once Queenie received her award, she headed back home.

When she returned to Bund Bay, it was already evening.

After dinner and washing up, Benoit suddenly, mysteriously led her into the media room, saying that he wanted to give her psychological counseling?

Queenie was led by Benoit into the media room and realized that she had moved into the apartment without even setting foot in this room!

Next door seemed to be a fitness room, which she had also never entered.

Perhaps there was always a sense of not trespassing on others' territory.

Now, as she entered, she carefully surveyed this twenty-square-meter room.

The space wasn't large, but it was very minimalist, designed in an Italian style.

Apart from a complete and high-end home theater setup, there was only a double sofa on the floor that could be laid on, and a small coffee table.

On the glass coffee table were several types of fruit, all prepared by Benoit.

Queenie thought it would be a good idea to relax and not think about any psychological therapy.

As she assisted Benoit in his wheelchair and lay back on the sofa herself, she began to eat a large strawberry, thinking how much more comfortable it was compared to the movie theater.

The movie Benoit chose was a romantic love story. The leading lady, who had been fostered by the male protagonist's family since she was young, always referred to him as uncle. And the male lead was the heir to a certain noble estate.

During their interactions, the two fell in love, but faced strong opposition from the male lead's family, and his fiancée started to hinder the leading lady in various ways.

In the end, the two broke through class barriers and walked towards marriage.

The process of their marriage was also very interesting, with two people from different classes living together, experiencing various differences in shopping and lifestyle. They continuously adjusted and ultimately achieved a sweet marriage.

The film was a good one, but Queenie never expected that it would include...an intimate scene in the honeymoon suite.

The director was very skilled, shooting it in a hazy and beautiful way, paying attention to even the smallest details.

Queenie didn't know if she should watch or not, feeling particularly awkward.

Just as she was contemplating whether or not to find an excuse to go to the bathroom, Benoit's large hand grabbed her restless little hand and slipped through her fingers.

Queenie's body jerked, pretending to continue watching the movie as if nothing had happened, while Benoit's gentle and encouraging voice echoed in her ears.

"Queenie, the intimate union of two people is a beautiful thing. It is not only a natural instinct for human reproduction, but also a higher need for love that has evolved over so many years.”

“Look at them, they are beautiful, different from what Leo did. Most men in this world are normal; only a very small number are mentally twisted perverts."

Something in Queenie's heart seemed to be touched.

She finally understood Benoit's good intentions.

It turns out he specially chose this movie to truly provide himself with psychological therapy.

Being five years older than herself, Benoit had a wealth of experience and truly was her mentor in terms of personal growth.

Encouraged by Benoit, Queenie turned her face to thank him, but ended up being silenced by his lips.

Benoit's large hand cradled the back of her head, his lips gently caressing hers.

"Good girl, close your eyes and relax."

Queenie couldn't think straight, subconsciously following his command and obediently closing her eyes.

But as soon as her eyes closed, her senses were heightened.

Benoit's soft lips pressed against hers, not forceful as before, but more gentle, softly kissing and lingering, just like the male lead in the movie.

Her body was slowly laid down inch by inch on the soft sofa, with his gentle encouragement echoing in her ears.

"Good girl, don't be afraid, feel it with all your heart. Relax, relax your body. You are safe now."

Benoit's voice was as warm as a mountain breeze, giving an indescribable sense of security.

His kisses rained down gently.

From her earlobes to the side of her neck.