An 18-year-old boy was taken in by a billionaire CEO as his kept lover. With a bisexual body, he gave birth to a child. Discontent with being just a secret lover behind the scenes, he deliberately used the child as a means to force the CEO into a life-or-death situation. He had thought that after five years, the CEO would develop feelings for him, but all he received in return was a single word from the man: "Get lost."

"Who's the dumbass who's so stupid?!" Listening to the story told by the psychiatrist, An Su sighed. The protagonist in the story is probably a masochist indeed.

Do you have a masochistic tendency? I don't love him and yet he's still acting all high and mighty!

The dog-blooded plot emerged in my mind...

"Mr. An, the protagonist I mentioned earlier is yourself," the psychologist pushed his slipping glasses up and asked a few simple-minded questions. "Do you still remember your name, age, family members, and current life situation?"

An Su, 18 years old, my family only consists of my mother. I am currently at Star Entertainment, occasionally playing small roles in supporting roles." came the immediate response.

An Su looked at the psychologist with a face that seemed to say, "You do have a problem," feeling completely perplexed.

He simply woke up to find himself lying on a hospital bed, with bandages wrapped around his head. "I still have a play to film in the afternoon, so if there's nothing else, I'll leave first!"

"You are indeed called An Su, but you are already 23 years old, with a four-year-old son who is the star money tree of Star Entertainment. At such a young age, you have already achieved the title of Best Actor," the psychologist quickly jotted down something in his notebook.

An Su looked at the psychiatrist with a terrified expression, and on her face, almost in a flash, a large number of physical bullet comments floated by.

Are you a fraudster or something?!

How could I have suddenly aged so much?!!

"Ah yo, what the hell!"

Where did I, a virgin, get a son from?

The psychologist waited for a while and saw that An Su still refused to accept the reality. "You had an accident and suffered temporary memory loss. It might be a good idea to be discharged from the hospital today and spend more time with your family. Your memory may recover in a while."

An Su finally regained her composure, her eyes showing a hint of confusion, but she spoke with certainty, "My mother detests those dirty arrangements, mistresses, and mistresses. I absolutely will not do the things you mentioned in your mouth!"

"In five years, people can change a lot."

The psychologist touched his nose, implying something.

"If what you said is true, then that sponsor must not be a good person. Keeping an 18-year-old boy as a kept man, who knows what kind of strange fetish he has..." An Su's eyes drooped, sighing as she casually dismissed the term 'sponsor' with a look of indifference and disdain.

He grew up under the Five-Starred Red Flag since he was young, influenced by his mother. Those supporting characters in TV dramas who played secret lovers of other people are just living off others' resources, only money earned through their own hard work is the most genuine!

At this moment, standing at the doorway, the usually reticent and cold Night Chenming stared deeply into his richly expressive face. There was a hint of anger in his voice as he said, "An! Su!"

An Su snapped out of her memories and looked at the other person with a bewildered expression, asking, "Who are you, sir?"

Ye Chenming waited for a moment. Seeing that An Su was still sitting there, dazed and motionless, he couldn't help but darken his face. "Come back with me!"

An Su looked bewildered on his face. He didn't even recognize this person at all??? What is he talking about?

As he stood there, utterly bewildered, several bodyguards behind the other party had already stepped forward. With a great force, they lifted him up and forcefully took him back...

An Su was startled.

"Hey... I don't recognize this person. I'm your patient from the hospital! Help me quickly!"

Yechen twirled the watch on his wrist with his slender fingers. Since he entered the room, Ansu had only glanced at him once, and for some reason, a wave of irritation surged in her heart.