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Chapter 3 - Mistress

Today was the premiere of the movie ‘The Inn At The End of The World’, which the agency had heavily invested into. Qiu Mingyan, the heroine, was Song Zicheng’s longstanding lover. So, in public and in private, he had to flatter her. However, his assistant reminded him that today was the day that Song Xiao was going to be discharged.

Song Zicheng felt awkward.

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This child had been reclusive since his childhood, and would neither cry nor laugh. The doctor said he had mild autism, and an inability to express feelings.

As the head of an entertainment agency, Song Zicheng often appeared under the spotlight. He’s unwilling to let people know that his child had a defect, so he always treated him as a normal child, and had never sent him to a special school.

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If he went to pick up his child and disregarded the premiere, it would likely attract paparazzi. He heard that Song Xiao had lost his memory, so he reckoned that he became even stranger than before. If he was spotted by the media, he would be ruined.

Therefore, Song Zicheng chose to stay at the premiere. After cutting the ribbons, he sat down and watched the movie. Qiu Mingyan sat beside him and whispered, “I heard that Xiaoxiao will be discharged today, if you don’t go, that child will probably be sad.”

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So, under Qiu Mingyan’s persuasion, Song Zicheng took advantage of the screening’s darkness to walk out of the cinema, stealthily heading to the hospital.

This time, Song Xiao had been injured, and many media outlets had been paying attention, waiting to dig out a scandal, so he decided to make a gesture of goodwill, letting Song Xiao know that dad went to pick him up. As for whether he arrived in time, that was unimportant.

In Song Zicheng’s view, Song Xiao had never been close to him, to the point that he didn’t regard him as a father. This child looked at him the same way he looked at thin air. He’d never thought that Song Xiao would say this.

“Xiaoxiao……” Song Zicheng looked within the room at the youth who had a firm gaze and lively expression. He could barely believe his eyes.

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Song Xiao raised his head to see a forty year old man standing by the door. Even though his hair was cut short and his clothes were entirely different, he nevertheless still recognized that face.

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“Father!”

Aunt Chen pulled Song Xiao back in surprise. “Xiaoxiao, do you recognize him?”

Song Xiao blinked, and then remembered he was supposed to have amnesia. But this man looked too similar with the father of his past life, that he almost went up to make salutations.

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Seeing Aunt Chen’s reaction, he was definitely his father in this life, so he pretended to be unsure, saying, “Did I… recognize wrong?”

“Yes, you’re right! You’re right!” Song Zicheng knew that Song Xiao had lost his memory and could only remember his own name. He never thought that this child would surprisingly remember him, this dad. Suddenly he felt a bit moved, walking over and holding Song Xiao’s hand.

Now it’s Song Xiao’s turn to be stunned. The father from his past life was a pedantic scholar, he had mixed within the official circles for half his life before he managed to become a vice magistrate. He had also been very strict with Song Xiao, never once had he held him even when he was a child, let alone pulling his hand at such a big age.

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Feeling his son’s stiffness, Song Zicheng felt a bit embarrassed.

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Song Zicheng raised the corner of his lip and turned to ask Aunt Chen, “Why does this child talk so strangely?”

“Ai, since he had amnesia, he’s been reading historical books for two days straight, so now his manner of speaking is rather bookish,” Aunt Chen explained with a laugh.

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Li Weiwei looked at this picture of benevolent father, filial son, and couldn’t resist twitching his lips, “Then, President Song, since you came, then I will return first.”

Only then did Song Zicheng remember that he had originally requested Li Weiwei to fetch Song Xiao. He coughed and said, “You all can leave first, I’ll go meet the doctor.”

In the corridor, Song Zicheng’s secretary was holding the discharge report while chatting with the doctor. Upon seeing his boss, he then passed the discharge report over.

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“The doctor said Song Xiao lost his memory, but his reclusive tendencies have taken a turn for the better and can now converse with people normally. Even his intelligence has no problems anymore.”

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“No problems with his intelligence?” Song Zicheng was a little astonished.

Before, his child wasn’t intelligent, and his academic performance was very poor. He had just graduated from middle school and failed to pass even an ordinary high school entrance examination. He had long given up hope.

The chubby nurse who was passing by immediately became unhappy. How could this man be a father? Could it be that he was hoping for the child’s intelligence to drop to negative levels? She couldn’t help but open her mouth, saying, “How could you say it in that manner? For your child to have no problems with his mind, you’re unsatisfied?”

“No, no…” Song Zicheng quickly waved his hands.

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“We only did a simple test. Presently, it seems that the patient has no problems with his IQ, and it’s even higher than most people.” The doctor pushed up his glasses and didn’t bother resolving the misunderstanding of the nurse. He was also rather disapproving of this sort of father.

His son had stayed at the hospital for so long, yet he never even bothered coming to visit, yet now that he heard that his IQ recovered, he began to care.