LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 48 - 48: Virgin Pregnancy
Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Virgin Pregnancy
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Manager Yuan was full of regret — so much so that he felt as if his intestines were tinged with green from it.
He never ever expected that this country bumpkin could get in good with Brother Zhao Qi…
‘Mother! What kind of karma did I incur? Why the hell did I dock Xiao Song’s wages? Was I out of my mind?’
In fact, Manager Yuan was completely mistaken. This time, it was not Huang Xiaolong attaching himself to Brother Zhao Qi, but rather, it was Brother Zhao Qi who clung to Huang Xiaolong.
With heart diseases being lethal and medication being merely a palliative treatment, since Huang Xiaolong could completely cure Brother Zhao Qi’s heart ailment, how could Brother Zhao Qi not treat Huang Xiaolong like a
Buddha?
At this moment, Brother Zhao Qi’s eyes were filled with a sinister gaze towards Manager Yuan. If Huang Xiaolong simply gave the command, Brother Zhao Qi wouldn’t hesitate to use some means to make Manager Yuan vanish completely…
Slap!
Suddenly, Manager Yuan slapped his own face and cried out. “I’m in the wrong.
Divine Doctor, and Xiao Song, I spoke out of turn before. I was wrong. Xiao Song has been very diligent and dedicated at work recently, and I plan on giving her a bonus! Yes, a bonus!”
Slap!
Manager Yuan let fly another sharp slap to his own face. “Divine Doctor, I apologize. It wasn’t you who was uncouth – it was me who lacked decency. I’m uneducated, I’m illiterate, I spew nonsense. You’re forgiving and magnanimous, please don’t bother with someone as illiterate as me…”
“Little Long, let’s let it go…” Song Yuru, with her kind heart, began to plead mercy for Manager Yuan.
Huang Xiaolong was not a vindictive person. Seeing Manager Yuan slapping his own face lessened his anger. “Alright, just clear my wife’s wages.”
In the end, Manager Yuan gave Song Yuru a big red envelope containing a whopping 5000 yuan, claiming it to be a bonus.
Huang Xiaolong told Song Yuru to keep the money, and then exchanged WeChat and phone numbers with Brother Zhao Qi.
Brother Zhao Qi personally escorted Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru out of the sales department, his manners incredibly respectful.
“Little Long, I made plans with my classmates to meet at the Chunhua Square. It’s about time, let’s go there now,” Song Yuru softly said.
“Alright, we will get there by car, it’ll be quick,” Huang Xiaolong responded with a smile.
“Huh? You have your own car?” Song Yuru was taken aback.
“Yes, I have a sedan. It’s very comfortable,” boasted Huang Xiaolong.
“Pfft- Little Long, who would have thought that you’re now a car owner,” Song Yuru said with a charming smile. “What kind of luxury car is it?”
Soon after, Song Yuru found herself sitting in Huang Xiaolong’s “luxury car”.
Yeah, not bad, a BYD F3, very reliable.
As Huang Xiaolong was driving, Song Yuru dialed a number on her phone.
“Qinghan, hurry out… I found a doctor who can cure your ailment… Qinghan, trust me, we’re besties, why would I deceive you? Mm-hmm, come out, we’ll meet at Chunhua Square.”
After ending the call, Song Yuru turned to Huang Xiaolong, her eyes pleading. “Little Long, you must help my best friend… Also, when you meet her, please don’t make fun of her… She’s been so pitiful, unable to bear the rumors in school. She not only dropped out but also tried to commit suicide several times…”
“Oh, darling, you’re talking about the pregnant virgin, right?” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll do my best.”
Shortly after, Huang Xiaolong drove to Chunhua Square, found a parking spot, and parked the car.
Chunhua Square was quite large and bustling. At twilight, countless middle-aged and elderly ladies would gather there to participate in square dancing. During holidays, cultural evenings would also be held there.
Near Chunhua Square, there was a food street that was very popular among foodies.
After getting out of the car, Song Yuru was a bit nervous. “Little Long, when we meet my roommates and classmates later, you must not give us away… Just act natural, be relaxed…”
“Darling, how could I give us away? Don’t forget, we’re destined for each other as part of divine arrangement. Many people envy our love,” Huang Xiaolong said, dead serious.
“I’m dizzy, Can we not use this old joke again?” Song Yuru gave Huang Xiaolong a white-eyed look, then bit her lip, took the initiative to hold onto Huang Xiaolong’s arm, and said bashfully, “Let’s go.”
Even through the fabric of his clothes, Huang Xiaolong could still feel the warmth of Song Yuru’s skin and the exquisite touch as smooth as Song porcelain.
The unique subtle fragrance of a virgin wafted into Huang Xiaolong’s nose.
It was comforting, and it felt great!
Holding onto Huang Xiaolong’s arm, Song Yuru arrived near a huge Transformers model in the middle of the square.
Song Yuru waved and called out to the others with a smile. “Ruoyu, Little Qi, Shuangshuang…”
Huang Xiaolong followed her gaze to see three girls about the same age as
Song Yuru. Their appearances and figures were no match for Song Yuru’s, although they were more fashionable and adorned with platinum necklaces or wristwatches.
Each of these girls had brought a male companion. They were all dressed well with shiny leather shoes.
Song Yuru led Huang Xiaolong over to mingle with her friends.
“Eh? Yuru, who’s this?” A girl with average looks but a stunning figure, carrying an LV bag, looked surprised and curious, pointing at Huang Xiaolong.
Song Yuru’s face reddened, “Let me introduce you. This is my boyfriend, Little Long.”
“What? Boyfriend? Yuru, when did you get a boyfriend?” Another petite girl asked, her eyes wide in surprise.
The group of three men and three women began to scrutinize Huang Xiaolong. Soon, looks of disdain appeared on their faces.
The girl with the LV bag even pulled Song Yuru aside, whispering in her ear. “Yuru, are you joking? Him, your boyfriend? My goodness, he looks like a farmer. You’ve had so many great suitors at school and you, with your high standards, rejected them. But… but you’ve chosen a farmer who is so plain. What the heck do you see in him? I’m baffled!”
At this, Song Yuru became irritated. “Ruoyu, your words are too harsh. What’s wrong with being a farmer? Is it something embarrassing?”
“Whatever- As long as you’re happy.” The girl replied, her face full of mockery.
“Ungrateful for good intentions.”
The three men exchanged glances, feeling a mix of jealousy, resentment, and a sense of defeat.
Song Yuru had a reputation in school for being hard to pursue. The number of guys she’d rejected was not small, including these three. To their surprise, Song Yuru brought her boyfriend today, though they would have understood if he was some rich or high-ranking official’s son. However, he turned out to be a lowly farmer with nothing to his name.
The faces of the three men burned as if they had just been slapped.
“Ahem, Yuru’s boyfriend, right? Nice to meet you. I am Ye Jian, Shuangshuang’s boyfriend. My family owns a wood factory. May I ask what you do?” A tall, handsome young man came forward to shake hands with Huang Xiaolong.
But there was an undisguised challenge in his eyes.
He introduced himself in an attempt to find out about Huang Xiaolong’s background.
Ye Jian was also Song Yuru’s classmate. His family ran a timber business, which was pretty successful with assets over tens of millions. He was popular among the girls at school as their star soccer forward, in addition to his handsome looks and wealthy background.
Huang Xiaolong shook hands casually with Ye Jian, and smiled. “Nice to meet you. Yuru is my wife. As for me, I just came from the countryside and don’t have a steady job. I work when there’s work, and stay at home if not.”
Not only was he a farmer, he was also doing odd jobs, practically a vagrant! “Hehe-” Ye Jian sneered. After shaking hands with Huang Xiaolong, he quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe his palm, as if he had touched something dirty.
Ye Jian’s girlfriend, Chen Shuangshuang, was that cute, petite girl. She scoffed, “Ah… No steady job, poor family, and from the countryside… The two of you will suffer together, you’ve lived in such different worlds, do you even have common topics to talk about?”
The other two men lost interest in shaking hands with Huang Xiaolong, they just briefly introduced themselves, largely to show off.
One of them was the son of the deputy director of the Finance Bureau in Binhai
City.
The other’s parents were both university lecturers.
In other words, all three men came from pretty well-off families.
But Huang Xiaolong didn’t care much. He had dealt with billionaires like Hong Quantao, Zou Shi, Cui Dong, and Chairman Qiu, so he was not going to be bothered by these minor players.
Seeing her classmates mocking Huang Xiaolong, Song Yuru was angry. She worried that Huang Xiaolong was also upset, so she quickly whispered in his ear. “Little Long, no matter what they think of you, in my heart, you’re always the best. These guys are so judgmental, I can’t stand them. I will cut ties with them. Hmph!”
Huang Xiaolong laughed. “Wife, don’t worry about it. I won’t stoop to their level.”
Seeing Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru so affectionate, Ye Jian and the others’ eyes burned with jealousy, their faces gloomy.
The son of the deputy director of the Finance Bureau, Ankang, sneered. “Choosing such a boyfriend, and not only are you not ashamed, you’re proud of it, hmph!”
Song Yuru could no longer contain her anger, “You guys are going too far, who
I choose as my boyfriend is none of your business!”
Seeing Song Yuru getting upset, the other three girls quickly stepped in to mediate.
Just then, a moonlight white Maserati pulled into Chunhua Square and parked not far from Huang Xiaolong.
“Isn’t that Shu Qinghan’s car?” Ye Jian glanced at the Maserati’s license plate and a disgruntled expression appeared on his face. “Yuru, did you also invite Shu Qinghan?”
“Yes.” Song Yuru nodded. “I asked Qinghan to come.”
“Goodness, Yuru, you’re still hanging out with such a loose woman? She’s pregnant and she doesn’t even know who the father is. Isn’t that a bastard child…” The curvaceous girl with the LV bag, Fang Ruoyu, said with disdain.
“Ruoyu, you’re being too offensive!” Song Yuru retorted angrily. “Qinghan is not like that!”
“It might be unpleasant to hear, but we’re just stating facts.” Chen Shuangshuang frowned.
Song Yuru ignored them and Quickly said to Huang Xiaolong. “Little Long, let’s forget about the dinner invitation for now. Hurry up and check on Qinghan.” The door of the Maserati opened, and a girl wearing a maternity dress emerged from the car.
A short-haired girl in a maternity dress.