Chapter 65- The 90s Male Side Character (12) – Transcendental Translations

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Chapter 65

The group hurriedly sent Song Rong to the hospital. After a series of examinations, it was confirmed that she was indeed pregnant.

Yu Qin was still unwilling to give up and attempted to pin the child on Yan Su, but Geng Xiuying slapped her hard across the face. “She’s been pregnant for over three months now. My son has only been in Sen City for two months. Yu Qin, this engagement is over. Don’t cling to my son anymore!”

Yu Qin was so shocked that her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Her previous arrogance vanished as she stammered, “Sister Xiuying…”

But Geng Xiuying was not one to be swayed. Having confirmed that Wei Baohua had nothing to do with Song Rong’s child, she and her family of three left the hospital immediately.

On the hospital bed, Song Rong slowly opened her eyes, seeing the panicked and lost expressions on Yu Qin and Song Wei’s faces.

“Dad, Mom, what’s going on?” She glanced around, realizing she was in the hospital, and was so startled that her soul seemed to leave her body. She sat up abruptly. “Why am I in the hospital?”

Recalling the events before she fainted, Song Rong’s face grew increasingly pale. The Wei family must have discovered she was pregnant. Her life was ruined.

“You stupid girl! How many times have I told you to behave yourself in school and not let any scheming man take advantage of you? Whose bastard are you carrying?”

Yu Qin was so angry that she sprayed spit all over Song Rong’s face, wishing she could shake her daughter’s head to see how much water had seeped into her brain.

The Wei family had such good conditions, and yet she didn’t cherish it. Now, even the 1,000-yuan bride price would have to be returned.

At this point, Yu Qin had obviously forgotten that before Song Rong went to university, it was she who encouraged her daughter to find someone better than Wei Baohua while at school.

Song Rong’s mind went blank, and she was utterly dejected. She understood that her plans for Wei Baohua had completely failed.

In a short time, where could she find another man willing to marry her? Not to mention the challenges of being unmarried and pregnant—it would harm her work prospects and ruin her reputation among colleagues and supervisors. How could she raise a child on her own? Yu Qin and Song Wei were clearly not reliable.

An overwhelming chill consumed Song Rong, leaving her trembling in fear. She resolved to take a gamble—she had to find the child’s father, Liao Jian’an.

But before she could act, the next day after being discharged from the hospital, she spotted a disheveled and helpless man loitering under the shadow of an osmanthus tree near her dormitory.

Liao Jian’an hadn’t taken care of his appearance in who-knows-how-long. His hair was a mess, resembling a bird’s nest, his stubble grew thickly, and his eyes were dull and lifeless. He looked like a vagabond who had just returned from some calamity.

Song Rong hesitated for a moment. Remembering that he was the father of the child in her womb, she still walked over and greeted him with surprise. “Jian’an, long time no see. Are you here to see me?”

Her gentle and considerate voice snapped Liao Jian’an back to his senses. His fingers trembled slightly, shaking off a cascade of ash from his cigarette. His gaze lingered on her face for a long time, filled with complicated emotions, before he hesitated and said, “Xiao Rong, can you lend me some money?”

Song Rong: “…”

Her smile was barely holding up.

After being coerced into giving money by Pan’s mother, Song Rong had become extremely sensitive to the words “lend me money.”

“Didn’t the Lu Corporation pay you a decent salary? You said your boss valued you highly and was grooming you carefully. How could you be reduced to being short of money?”

Having gone through the ordeal of pregnancy and a broken engagement, Song Rong had become more perceptive and less gullible than before.

She was in dire straits herself, and the child in her belly was a ticking time bomb for her future. It felt as though her fate was being choked by a ruthless hand, and she desperately needed to find a way out.

But what about Liao Jian’an? Why had the once-proud Liao Jian’an been brought so low that he would ask her for money?

Liao Jian’an wasn’t yet aware of her pregnancy. After Lu Weiqun sent people to Fengshu Village to investigate his past and uncover evidence of his secret marriage and child, he had immediately dismissed Liao Jian’an on charges of leaking company secrets. Moreover, Lu Weiqun warned all companies with connections to his business not to employ Liao Jian’an.

The Lu Corporation held a pivotal position in the industry, commanding the top-tier resources in the sector. With Lu Weiqun’s warning, no one would risk offending him for the sake of a fresh graduate. Some opportunists even trampled on Liao Jian’an to curry favor with Lu.

After losing his position at the Lu Corporation, Liao Jian’an truly experienced the coldness of the world. His field of study offered narrow employment opportunities, and almost overnight, everyone in the industry became aware of his deeds.

Having exhausted all his savings and ended up with nothing, Liao Jian’an had no choice but to come to Song Rong for help.

“Xiao Rong, do you think people’s fates are predetermined?” he sighed. The mix of smoke and his melancholic aura, born of hitting rock bottom, struck a heavy blow to Song Rong’s heart.

“I thought graduating from a prestigious university and entering a private company would let me showcase my talents and change my destiny. But the heavens played a cruel joke on me.”

“…I accidentally discovered Lu Weiqun’s illegal dealings. He found an excuse to fire me and threatened me to leave Sen City within a month, or else…”

His hoarse and helpless voice echoed in Song Rong’s ears, as though trying to tug at the strings of her heart.

However—

“Liao Jian’an, so you’re saying you’re now penniless and can’t afford the child’s nutrition and support costs?”

A mocking sneer appeared on Song Rong’s lips. Her sharp gaze scanned him from head to toe, and as she confirmed he truly had no money, her expression grew colder.

“You, a recent graduate, claim to have stumbled upon a massive secret of Lu Weiqun? Are you filming a TV drama? Lu Weiqun is a prominent figure in Sen City. If he were truly involved in illegal transactions and you discovered it, would you still be standing here unharmed? Liao Jian’an, do you take me for a fool?”

At the same time, Liao Jian’an looked at her in confusion, almost thinking he had misheard.

“What child?”

The shadow in Song Rong’s eyes deepened, and the life within her stirred again.

She gritted her teeth to suppress the pain, glanced at the distant security booth, and dragged Liao Jian’an to a secluded corner.

“Listen carefully. I’m thirteen weeks pregnant, and the child is yours. I’ve decided to give birth to it. From now on, whether you steal or rob, you must provide child support on time every month.”

“Liao Jian’an, don’t act clueless. This is your karma. If you’re even a day late, I’ll ensure everyone in Fengshu Village knows you got me pregnant.”

Liao Jian’an stood frozen, unable to speak for a long time. A buzzing filled his ears as he stared at Song Rong’s belly, unable to articulate his feelings.

“Why not abort it? This child cannot be kept!”

Song Rong clenched her hands so tightly her knuckles cracked. Her expression was icy, her dark eyes brimming with resentment. “If I abort this child, I will never have the chance to be a mother again. Liao Jian’an, don’t try any tricks behind my back. Otherwise, I’ll show you just how far a desperate woman can go.”

Liao Jian’an had never imagined being threatened by someone he once looked down upon.

His relationship with Song Rong had lasted four years, driven purely by jealousy and vindictive motives. How had it resulted in a child?

“Now tell me why you were fired.” Song Rong, seemingly reborn from her ordeals, sounded unusually calm.

Liao Jian’an, shaken by her earlier outburst, dared not lie again. He lowered his eyes to hide his emotions. “Lu Weiqun wanted me to marry into his family, but when he found out I was already married with a child, he flew into a rage.”

In the past, Song Rong would have believed him without question. But now, as if awakened, she keenly sensed the lie in his words. “You wanted to marry into Lu Weiqun’s family and deliberately deceived him, didn’t you?”

Song Rong mercilessly shattered the shred of dignity he had tried to preserve. “Four years ago, you married Jiao Cui to get into college. Four years later, you were ready to marry into the Lu family for wealth. How did I not see your true nature sooner?”

“Liao Jian’an, I used to think you were noble and gentlemanly, but you’re just a shameless freeloader!”

Meanwhile, Geng Xiuying and Wei De were eager to return to their grain and oil store in their hometown. After resolving the canceled engagement, they bought train tickets home.

“Baohua, now that you have your own business, your father and I have no other expectations. We just hope you’ll marry someone with good character in the future. Don’t bring home someone like Song Rong.”

At the station, Geng Xiuying earnestly advised her son. Her lingering disdain for Song Rong was evident.

The thought of her son once deeply loving Song Rong, insisting on marrying her, and raising a child with no relation to the Wei family disgusted her.

Yan Su obediently listened with a thoughtful expression. As the train was about to depart, he watched his parents disappear into the boarding crowd before turning to leave.

Back at the grain and oil store, the manager informed him that Lu Weiqun had sent someone over, wanting to meet him.

In the office of the Lu Corporation’s CEO, Yan Su entered with a smile. “I wonder what Mr. Lu has for me?”

Lu Weiqun stopped his work, his expression severe as he scrutinized Yan Su with sharp eyes. His imposing demeanor grew even more intense.

“Not long ago, I sent someone to investigate Liao Jian’an’s situation in Fengshu Village. It turns out he got married and had a child four years ago. I have to thank Comrade Wei for timely informing me. It saved my daughter and me from being deceived.”

Your expression doesn’t exactly scream gratitude.

Yan Su silently noted his observation, maintaining a calm, businesslike demeanor. “It was a coincidence. I didn’t expect the prospective son-in-law you favored to be someone from my hometown. Since we’re business partners, I couldn’t stand by and watch you be deceived.”

Unexpectedly, Lu Weiqun’s face darkened further as if triggered by something.

His expression, as if harboring a deep grudge, turned ominous. He abruptly stood and spoke in an even colder tone. “Does Comrade Wei know that I also investigated you?”

Yan Su, puzzled, met his gaze directly. “I don’t know what Mr. Lu means by that.”

Lu Weiqun let out an unsettling chuckle, walked around his desk to stand before Yan Su, and scrutinized him with a dissecting gaze. “According to the people in Fengshu Village, you’re the only son of your family, with a middle school education, a shy and honest temperament, and were engaged to Song Rong four years ago, deeply in love with her…”

“So, how did you manage to seduce my innocent daughter, making her fall for you and refuse to marry anyone else?”