CHAPTER THREE

Xie Ling was extremely glad but he didn't show it, after all, this was Ling Xiao. The man was more troublesome than a kid.

" It's okay, you'll eventually remember." The man pat his head.

" I_I really gave birth to Ah Bing?"

" Yes. He's our biological son."

" Then why doesn't he have a name?"

Xie Ling paused slightly and lowered his eyelashes.

" He has one now right? It doesn't matter anymore."

" Wa_was it my fault?" Ling Xiao tugged at the hem of his husband's shirt.

" No. We just hadn't decided on a proper name for him."

Ling Xiao felt his chest tightened up.

Even though this was just a novel and everyone here were just fictional, he still felt like the original owner of the body was a scumbag. He couldn't be bothered to name his own child for seven years.

Ah Bing was no different from him when he was still alive, back at earth. His birth mother died and his own father cared more for his half son and new wife.

Ling Xiao was still alive meaning Ah Bing still had somewhat a birth mother, but the man treated him poorly. Even in the novel, something like that was written.

Determined to right all the old Ling Xiao's wrong, and save himself in the process, Ling Xiao hardened his heart.

" Sorry." He lowered his head.

" Don't apologize for something you don't even remember."

The man got up and took the bowl out, telling him to rest as his body was extremely weak at the moment.

" Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ling Xiao punched the soft mattress beneath him " What the fuck is wrong with this antagonist? He couldn't be bothered to name his own child? Fucking hell-"

Ling Xiao quickly calm down and started formulating in his head.

According to all the transmigration novel he's read all his life, if he start acting like he actually had amnesia, he might be able to use that to his advantage.

Changing the plot and adding new ones, he might be able to change his own fate and eventually find a way to return to earth.

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Evening came and Ling Xiao had already come to terms with things as he walked out of the room.

The house was but a small hut with two rooms, a small living room, an open kitchen with a counter, an ancient stove, utensils and normal kitchen needs.

The living room has some bamboo furniture as a small dining table sat at a corner with two chairs.

That night, Ling Xiao bathed for his son and they both got under the covers. Partly because he wanted Ah Bing to know what a mother's love is and partly because.....well, he didn't want Xie Ling jumping his bones tonight.

The next morning, Ling Xiao woke up at early Chen hours. The sun was still stretching it limbs.

' Clank! Clink!'

Ling Xiao glanced down and realized his son was missing. Hearing those odd sounds, he walked out to find Xie Bing in the kitchen, his face covered in white flour. Standing on a stood, his small hands knead the dough on the kitchen counter.

" What are you doing?" Ling Xiao walked towards him.

" D_Dad." Xie Bing jolted.

" Why are you the one cooking? Why didn't you wake me?" Ling Xiao shooed him away.

" Dad, I can do it myself. You're still recovering, you should rest."

" You and your father should stop treating me like an egg. I'm perfectly fine." Ling Xiao rolled up his sleeves and took over the kneading.

Seeing his unyielding Dad take over, Xie Bing ran towards the stove to control the fire.

Ling Xiao didn't stop him, after all, he was a 21st century man who only knew how to use normal gas and electric cookers.

Good thing he was close to his nannies back then so he knew a lot about cooking. One of his maids was Chinese and since Nikolai always enjoyed eating different delicacies, she taught him how to cook some simple dishes.

Now, it seems like all those years of stuffing his face full was about to come in handy.

After filling the doughs and sealing them with a bit of flour, he placed it in the clay steam pot and placed it on the stove.

" Ah Bing, come here." Ling Xiao dusted his face and called his son.

" Dad, you're covered in flour."

" Ah Bing, from now on, let me do the cooking and cleaning alright?"

The boy readily shook his head with resolve.

" Ah Bing isn't a child anymore, Ah Bing is seven years old now. I can take care of everything."

" Don't disobey me on this." Ling Xiao ruffled his hair.

" Dad....." Xie Bing called out cautiously.

" Yes?"

" Father said you don't remember anything."

" Ah, yes! That's true." Ling Xiao smiled " I know I've been a bad dad but forgive me alright? I'll make it up to you, I promise."

" No, no!" Xie Bing shook his head " Dad didn't do anything wrong."

" Okay, if you say so. Then how about this, from now on, we both take care of the cooking, cleaning and taking care of the house. You're too young to be doing that, you should be at school or playing with your peers."

" School?!" Xie Bing raised his head with hope.

" You.... don't attend any school?" Ling Xiao frowned as his son shook his head.

Fucking hell- Ling Xiao! Those gates better not open for you up in the heavens!

" Then you'll start today." Xie Bing eyes sparkled, his dark onyx eyes coming to life.

" Really?!"

" Of course. Come on, go wash up. I'll finish up here and wash up too. We'll go enroll you at school today."

The boy nodded and ran to wash himself clean, slipping on one of his best clothes and sandals.

Ling Xiao finish cooking, cleared the kitchen and packed the food. One box for his husband- no- Xie Ling and the other for his son.

Washing up, he slipped on a set of white clothing, matching his son.

The two walked out hand in hand, a small smile on their faces, and two lunchboxes in hand.

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Chen period: 7am to 9am