Campus Ace Girl

Chapter 988 - 987: How About You Give Me a Son

Just as Bo Nianyao had expected, once the Wang Family went back, they were bound to have a big discussion.Old Wang was so furious he skipped dinner, just sat at the dining table snorting nonstop. "Tell me, how can that little bastard be so vicious? He really doesn’t spare the slightest bit of face for his own elders."

Old Wang’s two sons kept their mouths shut.

The second sister-in-law of the Wang Family spoke up, sounding relatively rational: "Things have come to this, Old Master, you’d better lay out a proper plan."

The Wang Family all stared at the old man, their eyes blinking. Old Wang’s hand rested on his dragon-head cane; he’d handled it for so many years the dragon’s head was slick and shiny. He stayed silent for a long, long time.

Wang Kefu couldn’t hold back. In a muffled voice he said, "Old Master, if you ask me, we should just make a trip to Qingcheng, give Ke Ru this bit of face, save the family business first. As for the rest, we can settle accounts later. The main thing is to keep hold of the shares."

His heart and his head were both full of nothing but shares. Old Wang angrily whipped him once with his cane, then let out a cold little laugh. "Idiot. Gu Anxi said she’d settle this, but did she ever say she doesn’t want the shares?"

"But she herself said she’s not short of money." Wang Kefu rubbed the leg he’d been hit on, sounding wronged.

Old Wang snorted. "You actually believe what she says? Idiot."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said nothing more.

At that point the Wang Family all chimed in one after another. Once someone had broken the ice, the rest was easy to say; the main thing was still to persuade the old man to make a trip to Qingcheng.

They went at it for ages before Old Wang finally leaned back against the sofa and sighed. "Enough."

He stood up, skipped dinner as well, and silently went upstairs. That counted as him giving in.

The remaining Old Lady Wang and the children all looked at each other, knowing the old man had been proud and stubborn all his life, and now he had to go offer tea to a junior. No way he felt good about that. For a moment no one dared to make a sound.

Then that clown Wang Kefu sighed. "The old man’s been strong-willed his whole life, huh."

Silence all around. He looked at everyone. "What, did I say something wrong? This whole mess was stirred up by that little bastard Anxi, wasn’t it?"

No one paid him any attention. His wife, the eldest sister-in-law of the Wang Family, went back to their own bedroom to coax Wang Xiaochen until he’d finally calmed down. When she came out again, she saw Wang Kefu had changed clothes and sprayed on cologne. It was obvious he was heading out.

She grabbed him at once and lowered her voice. "You’re still going out at this hour? Xiaochen was scared out of his wits—don’t you have even a shred of a father’s conscience?"

Wang Kefu had long since run out of patience with this woman. He brushed her off casually. "Aren’t we going to Qingcheng? With this whole family, old and young, we need someone to go make arrangements, don’t we?"

"Didn’t Second Brother already go handle that?" The eldest sister-in-law of the Wang Family said through gritted teeth, "I know slapping that little slut a few times today broke your heart. You just can’t wait to go comfort her, can you?"

Wang Kefu gave a small cough. "What are you talking about? I’m going out on serious business. How could I be going to see a woman?"

He gently pried his wife’s hand off and walked out anyway.

The eldest sister-in-law of the Wang Family chased after him, wanting to drag him back, but she was afraid of alerting the old man, so with one careless moment he slipped away. By the time she snapped out of it, she was so angry she burst into tears...

Wang Kefu got into his car, his heart also in turmoil.

One hand rested on the steering wheel while the other fished out a cigarette. He lit it impatiently.

He knew he didn’t have much talent. Getting crushed by his younger brother, he’d swallowed that; at least there was still some soup left for him to drink. But now there was another little tyrant in the family, and his life was getting harder by the day. He was a man too; he wanted to make something of himself. Shen Wanqing might just be a plaything, but she knew plenty of big shots in Beicheng. If she helped him pull some strings one day, that’d be a business opportunity too.

Besides, how could the wife at home compare to the women outside—soft, fragrant, and obedient? Just thinking about that warm, soft body in his arms, Wang Kefu threw away the little bit of guilt he had about his son and drove straight to the hotel.

He opened the door. The luxurious bedroom was pitch-black. He couldn’t see anyone, couldn’t hear anything, just caught a faint whiff of a woman’s perfume. He was a rough guy; he’d heard it was called something like "Poison."

Just then, someone hugged him from behind.

The eldest young master of the Wang Family trembled a little, then spoke in a gruff voice. "The person who invented this perfume must be a real scholar. What a name. Right now I’d gladly be poisoned to death by it."

A quiet voice sounded behind him. "That’s all you think about? You have no idea how scared I was sitting here alone."

A woman acting pitiful always tugs at a man’s heartstrings. Wang Kefu reached back to grip her shoulders and turned on the light with his other hand.

In that moment his heart was overflowing with tenderness.

"Let me take a look," he said hoarsely.

Shen Wanqing leaned against his shoulder, mumbling, "Don’t look. It’s ugly."

Wang Kefu had never played with such an artsy type before, and his heart just flipped. He leaned over, rubbing her with his stubble, and said with surprising gentleness, "Poor little thing, you were scared today, huh? Let me see and kiss it better."

...

And so, the "kissing better" went on for quite a long while.

Wang Kefu half-reclined on the sofa, exhaling clouds of smoke. In the bathroom, Shen Wanqing was soaking in the tub. About ten minutes later she came out, looking pretty sexy, and came over to drape herself against him and light a cigarette too.

Wang Kefu slanted her a look. "Women shouldn’t smoke."

Shen Wanqing just smiled.

He patted her. "An artist’s temper."

Calling her an artist was really just for his own satisfaction, to stroke his own vanity as a man.

Shen Wanqing leaned against the other side, smoking slowly, looking quite sultry. Then she asked in a soft voice, "Why did you come over? Your wife let you come? Don’t you need to stay with your son?"

Wang Kefu snorted. "Don’t even mention that woman. She never gives me any face outside."

As for his son, sure he felt bad, but wasn’t the boy’s mother still there?

Wang Kefu didn’t want to talk about the wife at home, felt it was a buzzkill, so he slipped an arm around Shen Wanqing and grinned a little lewdly. "How about you give me a son instead, and I’ll marry you properly someday?"

It was just the usual nonsense men spout when they’re out fooling around; he didn’t mean a word of it. But Shen Wanqing’s mind started whirring.

She was a woman too, she wanted something stable. Wang Kefu wasn’t much to look at, with his fat head and big ears, but the Wang Family had money. He was the eldest son; we’re talking tens of billions in assets. If she really got pregnant and forced her way in as the Wang Family’s eldest young madam, then in the future even Gu Anxi would have to call her "Aunt."

Just the thought of it gave her a little thrill.

Of course, she knew Wang Kefu was just messing around to coax her. So she played along, said a few sweet, flattering lines, and sure enough, the man was over the moon...

After a while, she leaned on his shoulder, smoking as she spoke. "Ke Fu, I’ve been in Beicheng a few months now, and I know a few people. Coincidentally, one of them is in Qingcheng too. I’ll introduce you another day—he’s a big shot."

Wang Kefu bounced up at once. "What kind of big shot? Tell me. Is he bigger than that little bastard Gu Anxi?"