Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

In the eyes of other people, this scene was nothing unusual.

But for Song Wenchuan, it was like slow motion.

He saw his lips part slightly in the video as he uttered two words: ‘hi there’.

“F*ck!”

Song Wenchuan grabbed his hair in frustration. Due to the surgery on his head, his hair had been shaved and it was just starting to grow back.

Over the course of two months, it was now sitting softly on top of his head.

“What’s this about?”

Song Wenchuan continued to watch in frustration.

The room door opened again, ‘he’ stepped out in a change of clothes, walked proudly out of the hospital, and waved down a taxi.

Wei Yuanfan was a little uncomfortable. “Mr. Song, do you know where you went?” he asked.

“I…”

Song Wenchuan thought about Huo Corporation and thought about how he saw Song Yaoyao and Mr. Huo when he woke up.

But why did he go there? What was his motive?

And…why did he forget that part of his memory?

“Mr. Song?”

Song Wenchuan realized everyone was waiting for his response.

Just as he was about to speak, he swallowed back his words.

“I’m not sure,” Song Wenchuan replied coldly.

Wei Yuanfan was surprised. “So you don’t remember what happened after you woke up? And you don’t know why you left the hospital?”

Song Wenchuan nodded his head.

Zhou Manli and Song Rui were dumbfounded.

They could not comprehend what they had heard and seen.

Even Zhou Manli was silent at this moment.

He had just woken up but Song Wenchuan was already feeling exhausted. When he tried to think, his head felt a sharp pain.

He held his head and sighed as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

“Dr. Wei, can I take these videos back with me? I want to watch them again. It might help me remember,” he said.

“Of course.” Wei Yuanfan nodded. This was not a secret. Plus, the person in the video was right in front of him. “But don’t stress yourself too much. You suffered a serious head trauma and you had surgery. It’s normal to be a little confused after lying in bed for two months.”

Song Wenchuan’s heart sank as he nodded his head. “I hope that’s the case.”

“I suggest you stay in the hospital for a little longer so we can investigate what’s wrong.”

When Zhou Manli heard this, she quickly interrupted unhappily, “Chuan, let’s not stay here. Let me take you to a hospital abroad! I’ll hire the best doctor for you!”

“Mom—”

Song Wenchuan furrowed his brows in annoyance. “Stop causing trouble. I’m staying here and not going anywhere else. This hospital has good medical facilities; not many overseas hospitals can even compare.”

“But they—”

“Enough! We will go with Chuan’s decision!” Song Rui had also lost his patience. He glared at her and said, “Stop bothering Chuan. Can’t you see how pale he is?”

That was when Zhou Manli noticed that Song Wenchuan was swaying as he sat there.

She quickly lowered her voice. “Okay, I won’t say anything else. Hurry and get some rest.”

Song Wenchuan nodded. Before he left, he did not forget to grab a copy of the videos.

Was the man in the videos really him? Why did he say, ‘hi there’, to the camera?

Zhou Manli and Song Rui walked ahead, but Song Wenchuan’s eyebrows did not relax. His footsteps paused and he turned around to ask, “Dr. Wei, is dissociative identity disorder a side effect of head surgery?”