Not long after Gu Jinghan took office, Cheng Lin and Gu Yuanyuan got married, holding a lively wedding. As the music started, Gu Jinghan walked with Gu Yuanyuan down the aisle towards Cheng Lin at the other end. Although it was just a short distance, it felt like a lifetime journey. Gu Jinghan’s emotions were inexplicably stirred, perhaps due to the lingering affection for his daughter from the original host’s body. “Xiao Cheng, I entrust Yuanyuan to you,” Gu Jinghan placed his daughter’s hand into Cheng Lin’s. Cheng Lin gripped Gu Yuanyuan’s hand firmly and nodded solemnly, “Dad, rest assured, I will take good care of Yuanyuan and cherish her.” “Good,” Gu Jinghan smiled at the couple and stepped back. Under everyone’s witness, they declared their vows, exchanged rings, and finally kissed. The audience erupted in applause, and Gu Jinghan’s eyes welled up as he clapped along with the crowd.
Later, Gu Jinghan was invited onto the stage to speak. Holding the microphone, he affectionately looked at Gu Yuanyuan and said, “Although I wasn’t the best father before, like all fathers under the sky, I deeply love my daughter. I am willing to do anything for her, even give my life. In my heart, my daughter can only be happy; this is the only wish of a father like me.” Gu Yuanyuan was in tears, and Cheng Lin was moved to the point of tears. The audience was touched, applause filled the air, and everyone stood up, showing respect for the love between father and daughter.
Author’s Note: The next series, “The Supporting Male Lead Doesn’t Want to Die (Quick Transmigration),” will start updating on June 24th. Please bookmark it. Synopsis: Supporting male leads are born to contrast with the main characters; they are stepping stones, cannon fodder, and their endings are invariably tragic. One day, Chu Han transmigrated into their roles. Chu Han declared: I don’t want to die. Thus, the deposed prince dominated the world, the early deceased husband lived a long life, the cannon fodder supporting male became the world’s richest man, the green leaf supporting male turned into a top-tier movie star, the villain became a universally praised philanthropist, and the backup male lead was the heir to the world’s wealthiest consortium. The disgraced illegitimate son became the prime minister. System: Host, you are mighty! The entire story is sweet, sweet, sweet, and refreshing, refreshing, refreshing!
Healing Dog 1
Outside a luxurious standalone villa, a small path leads to the road, covered with bluish-gray cobblestones, lined with camphor trees. The morning sunlight filters through the dense foliage, casting a dappled pattern on the ground. At the end of the path, an eight-year-old boy with a backpack approaches the villa. His expression is indifferent, his eyes vacant, his movements stiff, like a puppet being maneuvered. He walks step by step along the shaded path, with patches of sunlight falling on him, making him look even more cold and lonely. He pauses at the villa’s door, then forcefully pushes it open, his face showing terror as if he had seen something extremely frightening. This terrified expression and the act of pushing the door last for about five minutes. He closes the door, steps back, turns around, and walks back along the path to its end, only to return to the villa door, pause again, and push the door open with the same terrified look. This cycle continues.
Behind the camphor trees, two people watch this scene with grave expressions. A scholarly man in his late forties, wearing glasses, adjusts his frames and speaks heavily, “Doctor Qu, it still doesn’t work.” Despite trying various treatments and consulting numerous psychologists, the symptoms of his son have not improved. What should he do? As a renowned medical professor, his research has cured many stubborn diseases, yet he can’t cure his son’s ailment, making him feel utterly defeated. “Professor Song, your son’s psychological illness is too severe; it’s unlikely to see significant improvement in the short term. Don’t rush,” said Qu Liwei. Song Shiguang replied, “How can I not rush? Xiao Ming has been suffering from autism since he was five, and it’s been three years now. In these three years, I’ve tried every method, but his condition hasn’t eased at all. I’m worried that if we don’t control it soon, it will become even more difficult as he grows older.” Half a year ago, his son began showing signs of self-harm and harming others, which also led to him being expelled from kindergarten after injuring a classmate; no school now wants to accept him. “Professor Song, do you know why Xiao Ming keeps repeating this act of coming home from school and pushing the door?” asked Qu Liwei. Song Shiguang’s eyes filled with sorrow, “Five years ago, when he came home from school, he witnessed his mother being killed. His mother’s death was a huge shock to him; he could never get over it.” “Yes, Mrs. Song’s death directly led to Xiao Ming’s autism, and him repeating the act of coming home and pushing the door is actually a hope for a different outcome.” “You mean, Xiao Ming hopes to see his mother alive when he opens the door.” Qu Liwei nodded, “Exactly, he keeps hoping that what happened that day wasn’t real, so he repeats this action, hoping to open the door and see his mother waiting for him with a meal ready, not the scene of her murder.” “Xiao Ming, I’m sorry.” Song Shiguang was consumed by guilt. Five years ago, if he had retrieved the medicine earlier, his wife wouldn’t have died. It was all his fault. Qu Liwei gently consoled him, “Professor Song, don’t be too hard on yourself. That was just an accident.” “But that accident cost me my wife, left my son without a mother, and destroyed my family…” Qu Liwei sighed heavily. As someone adept at understanding and comforting others, he found himself at a loss for words to comfort him. He looked towards the shaded path where a small boy with a backpack was walking towards them. The boy’s vacant expression and stiff movements made him seem like a soulless shell. Qu Liwei, having practiced psychiatry for nearly twenty years, had never encountered such a challenging case, and his heart felt unbearably heavy. “Woof, woof, woof…” Suddenly, a small dog ran out from somewhere, barking as it headed towards the path. Song Shiguang jumped in fright, worried that the dog might bite his son, and he started to run towards his son, “Xiao Ming.” “Professor Song, wait.” Qu Liwei stopped him, “Look.” Song Shiguang looked over to see his son squatting down to pet the dog’s head, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes for the first time. He was astonished, “Doctor Qu, this…” “Professor Song, I think I’ve found a breakthrough in Xiao Ming’s condition.” Qu Liwei smiled.
