On the way to celebrate my daughter's birthday, we got into a car accident.
When I woke up, I looked at my family gathered around my hospital bed and joked,
"Sorry, who are you?"
I tried to hold back my laughter, wanting to see how they'd comfort their "amnesiac" patient.
Would my father and wife take my hand with concern, or would my daughter throw herself into my arms, crying, "Daddy"?
But I never expected them to freeze for a moment, then all let out a sigh of relief.
My father spoke first, his voice tinged with relief. "Maybe it's for the best that you've forgotten. The truth is, you're only an adopted son of the Cheng family. Xiuwen is the real young master of the Cheng family."
My wife, Su Yan, pointed at me and told our daughter, "You should call him Uncle."
I was still reeling from the shock when I saw the daughter I'd risked my life to protect turn and throw herself into the fake young master's arms.
"Daddy! I went out to play all day today. I missed you so much!"
So this amnesia was exactly what they wanted.
If that's the case, I want nothing to do with this sham of a life.
