Chapter 312 - 157: Su Ran, I’m Pregnant With Your Child

Chapter 312: Chapter 157: Su Ran, I’m Pregnant With Your Child

"Alright."

Shan Weizi tidied up the clothes Su Ran had ruffled, and they went downstairs together, laughing and chatting as they walked to the small courtyard across the way.

The small courtyard was quiet. Two women were chatting about feminine things at a stone table.

Lou Shishi was a sight to behold today. She wore a strapless Hanfu dress embroidered with a delicate pink flower, topped with a fluffy jacket that created a hint of cleavage.

And...

As for Sister Piaopiao, she had decided against her usual qipao today. She’d changed into a tight, black, silky wool sweater, a black, silk A-line skirt, flesh-toned stockings, and an overcoat, creating a clean and sharp look.

Just then, Liu Piaopiao was sitting in a chair, adjusting the flesh-toned stockings on her thigh.

When she saw Su Ran arrive, she quickly straightened the lace band at the top of her stockings and waved with a beaming smile. "Su Ran, come over here. I got a stiff neck last night, and Weizi said you’re good at massages. Come give me a rub."

"I can’t. I only give massages to my girlfriend. I don’t touch any other women!"

Pfft~

Lou Shishi burst out laughing. "Oh, Su Ran, Su Ran, you’re so quick to declare your loyalty, hehehe... Are you swearing you’ve really never touched any other girl besides your girlfriend?"

Without a moment’s hesitation, Su Ran raised his hand to swear an oath. "I swear that I, Su Ran, have never touched any woman besides my girlfriend. If I’m lying, may I get an ingrown toenail!"

Pfft~

All three women burst out laughing again. Lou Shishi gave him a thumbs-up. "Damn! You even brought ingrown toenails into it. You’ve got me beat. Have you really never touched any other girl?"

"Good grief, ma’am, every word is the truth. I really haven’t."

’Su Ran hadn’t lied. He really hadn’t touched any girl other than his girlfriend.’ ⅇℯ𝚕.

Shan Weizi knew Su Ran had a girlfriend named Liu Jinyu, but that didn’t matter. ’He’s going to marry me someday,’ she thought.

Liu Jinyu thought the same. ’I don’t care how you and Xiao Wanqing fool around, you little rascal. In the end, this big sister is the one you’re going to marry.’

And Xiao Wanqing’s only thought was, ’Go ahead and be close with your precious ’big sister’ Liu Jinyu. Once you turn twenty-five, the rest of your life is mine to claim. Play all you want for now. When you’re done, you’ll be ready to settle down.’

The final destination of romance is marriage. And while they had all started by simply liking Su Ran and confessing their feelings, after being with him for so long, they all started thinking about the future. No one would be foolish enough to say, "Let’s share Su Ran." Real sisters wouldn’t, let alone best friends. This wasn’t a question of having a "plastic" or real friendship; it was a major life decision, right?

If there was a fool among them, it could only be Xie Yiren. She was a woman plagued by low self-esteem. With no home to return to and no family, she was like a rootless water lily. This sense of inferiority was so deep she even felt she wasn’t worthy of being Su Ran’s girlfriend. Once a person feels inferior, they start to believe they are unworthy of anything.

At that moment, Su Ran walked up behind Sister Piaopiao. He raised his hands and placed them gently on her shoulders, which were covered by the fluffy wool sweater. Activating his Finger Technique Fragrance, he began to gently knead and press.

Liu Piaopiao closed her eyes, savoring the supreme comfort of his Finger Technique Fragrance. She praised, "Little Rannan, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you. Your technique is incredible, even better than the massages I get at the salon. Do you have any other talents?"

"I can do an essential oil spa treatment! If you’d like, I can teach Uncle Shan how to do it for you."

"Him? Forget it. He doesn’t understand women at all and doesn’t know how to do anything. All day long, he just stares at those paintings. He treats them better than his own wife."

"How about I teach Weizi, then? Let Weizi come to my room tonight. I’ll teach her, and then she can do it for you?"

"Hehe..." Liu Piaopiao chuckled. She knew full well that this was just his way of getting her to agree to let Weizi come to his room tonight. "Alright."

"You’re the best, Sister Piaopiao. I’ll massage you a little longer, and then I’ll give our matriarch a massage, too."

"I get one too?" Lou Shishi asked in surprise.

Su Ran said considerately, "I’m not doing anything else this morning. I’m just going to stay here and give all three generations of you a massage."

And so, the devoted Su Ran spent the morning giving massages to Shan Weizi, Liu Piaopiao, and Lou Shishi—all three generations—and earned quite a bit of goodwill in the process.

He didn’t stop until around noon. The three women then went to the kitchen to make lunch. Even though Lou Shishi was the family matriarch, she didn’t put on airs and went to help out as well.

Su Ran grabbed his camera to practice his photography in the classical garden. That afternoon, he planned to complete his [Ancient Beauty] and [Beautiful and Seductive Young Lady] photoshoots. This had been unanimously decided during the massages. The women figured Su Ran was just really into his new photography hobby, so they’d agreed.

However, Su Ran had added another shoot for himself: a series themed around Lou Shishi’s Kunqu opera performance, titled [Crimson Actress].

By a long, covered walkway, Su Ran raised his camera and aimed it at a stone arch bridge spanning a winding pond. In his opinion, it was one of the most beautiful sights in this Hangzhou Garden.

He focused the lens, blurring the background. But just as he was about to press the shutter, two people appeared in the frame—one old and one young, a man and a woman.

The man was an assistant, with a ramrod-straight posture like a bodyguard. He followed an old woman, carrying her limited-edition Gucci handbag.

The old woman wore a loose, ethnic-style dress with a mink shawl draped over her shoulders. She carried herself with great dignity and an imposing air—the kind of woman who could silence a room with a single glance.

As she stepped onto the bridge, she saw a camera flash. It came from the young man in the walkway. She gave him a glance, then descended from the bridge and headed for the walkway. Su Ran moved to meet her, saying politely, "Ma’am, I apologize for taking your photo without permission. You looked so striking on the bridge just now that I couldn’t help myself. If you don’t like it, I can delete it immediately."

The old woman sized Su Ran up. "Are you a photographer?"

Su Ran replied, "Uh... I just got into it."

Up close, the old woman seemed to be in high spirits. She must have been a great beauty in her youth. She wore a priceless purple jadeite bracelet on her wrist and an exquisite pendant earring. She was the same Type as Shan Weizi—part of the crowd that indulges in high-end, traditional Chinese luxury items.

"Let me see the picture you took." The old woman took Su Ran’s camera, looked at the image of herself, and nodded slightly. "Not bad. Send it to me."

"Uh... I have to transfer it to my computer before I can send it. Why don’t you leave me your email, and I’ll send it to you in a bit?"

The old woman replied, "That works. Write down my email address and send it to me: [email protected]. That’s the one."

"No problem."

"Thanks, handsome."

After a nod between the three of them, the old woman left with her assistant.

Su Ran went back to taking photos. It wasn’t until lunchtime that he asked the old master, "Who was that old woman who visited the house today?"

"You ran into Aunt Luo?"

"Aunt Luo?"

"Hah, she’s not *my* aunt. My family doesn’t have that many elders." The old master smiled at Lou Shishi, who was beside him. "The only one with real seniority around here is this lady." He continued, "I mean that woman’s surname is Luo. Everyone calls her Aunt Luo. As for her full name, I never asked."

"She previously commissioned me to paint a portrait of her husband, and I agreed. She came to pick it up today. Su Ran, let me tell you, that woman is a force to be reckoned with. She’s filthy rich, controls a ton of major international corporations—she’s the big boss behind the scenes. She even owns an oil field in the Middle East and a team in the Premier League."

"Then her husband must be even more incredible, right?"

"It’s not her husband who’s incredible, it’s her. She built that fortune herself over the last few decades. Her husband died many years ago. I heard it was during the Vietnam War."

"Oh... She is incredible, then."

"But it’s a real shame..." the old master sighed. "All that money, and no heir to leave it to. Her son committed suicide over a decade ago due to depression."

Sigh...

Everyone sighed at the news.

"See? What’s the point of having all that money? In the end, you can’t take it with you. So, whether you’re rich or poor isn’t what matters most. A family that’s safe and sound—that’s what’s truly important. Wouldn’t you all agree?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Peace and safety were more important than anything else.

Then again, the Shan Family wasn’t exactly short on cash. They might not have been wealthy enough to buy a country, but they had enough to live comfortably for several generations.

After lunch, Su Ran went back to his room and transferred the photos to his computer. He looked at the picture of Aunt Luo. ’It really turned out well. The old woman has such a powerful presence,’ he thought. ’It’s a shame her life has been so tragic. Her husband died and his body was never even found, her son is dead, and she has no descendants. How pitiful.’

Without another thought, he sent the photo to Aunt Luo’s email address: [email protected]

With that done, he grabbed his camera and went off to photograph the "three generations."