Chapter 311 - 157: Su Ran, I’m Pregnant with Your Child

Chapter 311: Chapter 157: Su Ran, I’m Pregnant with Your Child

「Early morning.」

Shan Weizi came to Su Ran’s room and attentively helped him wash up and get dressed. She was the kind of woman who could be both sweet and sassy—the perfect wife and mother. Of course, that was on the condition that you had enough money to support her daily expenses. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t even stand a chance.

When it came to daily expenses, Shan Weizi’s tastes were far more extravagant than those of other wealthy young women. For most of them, daily life was simple by comparison: buying a luxury bag, a few new designer dresses, and some high-end cosmetics.

But Shan Weizi was different. You would never spot her wearing any recognizable luxury brands. Her outfits were mostly centered around traditional Chinese Style hanfu. It was simply her personal taste, so she wasn’t particularly interested in those other luxury items.

However, Shan Weizi’s hobbies were more extravagant than luxury goods themselves.

She owned a reversible Su Embroidery shawl with a different pattern on each side. At home, she said, she could wear the side with the elegant lotus flowers, and when she went out, she could use the back, which featured magnificent peonies.

An intangible cultural heritage.

When it came to hanfu, she only collected the most high-end pieces. For hanfu from different styles and eras, she insisted on using the most historically accurate fabrics. This was the level of dedication for an enthusiast of Chinese Style like her.

For example, for a dashing Ming Dynasty-style hanfu known as a "flying fish robe," she would use Nanjing Yun Jin fabric. Since ancient times, this material has been known by the saying, "An inch of brocade is worth an inch of gold." The crafting process is complex and can only be done by hand.

While other luxury garments are priced by the piece, hers were custom-made and priced by length.

It’s not that China has no luxury goods. It’s that when China’s luxury goods get truly luxurious, you can’t afford them!

"It’s a good thing you’re my girlfriend. Otherwise, no one could afford to keep you."

"Am I that high-maintenance...? Ow, you’re hurting me."

Su Ran was sitting on a chair with Shan Weizi on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. He was toying with the sash of her hanfu, trying to untie it, but she kept swatting his hand away. "Stop it."

In response, he gave the sash a sudden tug, making Shan Weizi yelp. She slapped him lightly, then let her head fall onto his shoulder. Gazing through the antique window at the beautiful garden outside, she sighed. She was a girl who had grown up in this very courtyard, living the life of a classical, well-bred lady—a life of poetic, idyllic beauty. It was the life she loved and one she wanted to continue forever.

"Su Ran..." she began, her eyes on a magpie in the treetops. "When we have children... can we raise them here? At my home?"

Hearing this, Su Ran’s hands froze.

’Once you get into a relationship, why do women always start asking about marriage, pregnancy, and kids?’

Shan Weizi turned to look at Su Ran’s stunned expression. "Are you scared?"

"No. It just... you asked so suddenly, it caught me off guard."

"Heh... I read something online. It said that guys are all afraid of getting married. So if you want to break up with a guy but are too embarrassed to say it, you should just keep asking him, ’When are we getting married?’ Just ask him over and over, and eventually, he’ll be the one to break up with you. Heh, are guys really that scared of marriage?"

"Not at all. I’m not afraid of getting married. Maybe if I didn’t have money, I would be, because not being able to afford a house, a car, or the bride price—those are real-world problems. But now... I have money. None of that is an issue anymore. I’m not afraid of marriage. In fact, I just want to live a normal life. Get married when I reach the right age, have kids... you know, that simple, peaceful life with a wife, children, and a warm, cozy home."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Shan Weizi nodded. She knew Su Ran never lied.

"So, how long do you plan to be a playboy before you get married? Ah—don’t spank me! I misspoke. Let me rephrase. How long do you plan to play around before you get married?"

She gazed at him, her eyes full of deep affection.

Saddled with a mountain of romantic entanglements, Su Ran smiled to himself. ’So, she’s finally getting to the point.’ He knew women were never simple. Both Liu Jinyu and Xiao Wanqing had asked him similar questions. The implication was self-evident: "I want to marry you!"

"I..." Su Ran smiled. "I’ll get married when I’m 25!"

"That’s in six years?"

"Will you marry me?"

"I will!"

The System’s "Emergency PR" function had jumped in to answer for its Host.

"Mwah~"

She happily planted several kisses on Su Ran’s face.

’Anyway, whoever asks ’Will you marry me?’ gets an instant ’I will!’’

"Then our future children will live here in my family’s garden estate and grow up by West Lake,"

"Sounds great!"

Seeing Su Ran’s happy smile, Shan Weizi’s expression immediately darkened. "You seem pretty happy about that. Are you thinking that once we’re married and I’m here with the kids, you’ll be free to run wild, with no one to tie you down?"

"Weizi, how could you think of me like that? I just think your family’s approach to education is wonderful. You turned out so exceptionally, so our children will be just as exceptional."

"Really?"

"Of course. Weizi, as the saying goes, a lifetime’s success depends on diligence, and a ’day’s’ success depends on the morning... So, how about..."

"Not so early in the morning. Tonight. How about tonight?"

She wrapped her arms around Su Ran’s neck and gave him a flurry of kisses—"Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah~"—as she negotiated with her "hubby" in a cute, pleading voice.

What was it like to have a girlfriend who was into traditional Chinese Style? It was like having a well-bred lady from ancient times—cultured, graceful, and devoted, one who believed the man was the head of the house. Su Ran was her ’lord and master.’ She’d listen to everything he said. If he really wanted to do *it* right now, she would obediently go to bed.

It was enough to make any man feel incredibly smug.

"Alright. Tonight, then."

"Mhm." Shan Weizi nodded, visibly relieved. "Let’s go downstairs. My mom slept on her neck wrong last night. You’re good at massages, so you should go give her one."