Chapter 121: What Was One Supposed to Do After Graduation?

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Wu Xiang suddenly found himself to be a world-renowned director, a major shareholder in a listed company, a famous philanthropist, and a man with a net worth of tens of billions of dollars. He was simply swimming in money; it practically fell out of his pockets as he walked. As for his philanthropy—why, wasn't it just about people who couldn't afford a meal? No problem, I’ll provide! Can’t afford a drink? No worries, I’ll pick up the tab...

Wait a minute, why would anyone need to care whether people can afford to drink while doing charity?

"Damn it!" Wu Xiang let out a sudden shout, only to realize he was lying in an unfamiliar place.

He was still thirsty—it would have been strange not to be after drinking so much.

As luck would have it, there was a glass of water right next to him.

*Gulp, gulp...* One glass was nowhere near enough. Wu Xiang drained it and immediately began searching for more.

"You, if you can't handle your liquor, you shouldn't try to be a hero," Hai Qing appeared just then, holding another glass of water.

"Ah! Wonderful! I knew my wife was good to me," Wu Xiang said with a cheeky grin as he took the glass.

"You! ...Don't choke," Hai Qing said, finding his demeanor amusing.

After finishing the water, Wu Xiang asked, "Wife, where is this place?"

Every time he woke up from a drunken stupor in a strange place, Wu Xiang, being a man with a strong desire for knowledge, couldn't just let it slide.

"A hotel, obviously! You were so drunk you didn't know your own name. Plenty of others were wasted too, but you were the worst off, so Dini and Zeng Hui helped me bring you here. They said since you're a big director now, we couldn't just let you go back and sleep in the dorms, could we? We had to let you enjoy yourself for once." As she spoke, Hai Qing blushed.

Clearly, Dini and Zeng Hui hadn't been quite that innocent in their intentions; this was definitely a setup to create an opportunity for the two of them.

"By the way, you didn't pay for this, did you?" Wu Xiang suddenly remembered to ask.

"Of course not, I don't have that kind of money. Have you forgotten? Everyone was worried you wouldn't be able to pay after drinking so much, so they made you withdraw a bunch of money from the bank to leave as a deposit." It seems drinking really does make things messy.

"Right. I was so hammered I forgot." Only then did Wu Xiang recall that he had already paid; no wonder they were staying in a hotel this time.

Looking at the decor, it was clearly a high-end establishment.

"Still thirsty? I'll go get you some more water," Hai Qing said, noticing he still seemed parched.

"No need!" Wu Xiang grabbed her small hand.

"You—what are you doing?" Hai Qing panicked.

Wu Xiang had just noticed her slightly flushed face, and it made his heart itch. Plus, he hadn't forgotten what he’d said earlier.

"Little Hai, we’ve graduated now, so shouldn't we..." The smile on Wu Xiang’s face was incredibly lewd.

"What do you mean!" How could Hai Qing possibly agree? They had graduated, yes, but she was still very shy.

Wu Xiang was speechless; this woman was playing dumb with him!

Since he was speechless, what else was there to say?

"Oh!" Hai Qing let out a cry of surprise.

With a strong tug, Wu Xiang pulled her directly into his arms.

"..." Their eyes met, and while there seemed to be a thousand words to say, both remained silent.

*Mmph.* They kissed; action is always more powerful than words.

Kissing was only the first step, and everyone knows what comes after. Wu Xiang was no exception.

"Still just as big!" It wasn't his first time visiting that place, but the sensation remained the same.

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Of course, that was all nonsense; how could it lose its elasticity so quickly?

"Don't!" As always, Hai Qing seemed to resist these things, instinctively trying to stop him. In fact, that black eye she’d given him last time was also a product of that instinct.

"Qing, we’re already here, and it's already this late—don't struggle anymore." Wu Xiang’s words were lewd, but his expression was earnest.

"You, go to..." Hai Qing wanted to say "go to hell," but she didn't get the chance; Wu Xiang went at it again.

This time, there was truly no escaping. The setting was certainly conducive to such activities—the *specific* kind of activities.

Before long, there were no more obstacles between the two of them. None at all... (Don't underestimate these ellipses; each one represents over a thousand words. To speak of them is to invite tears.)

"Why didn't you use protection?"

"How could I carry that stuff around with me? I'm not some pervert or a playboy; I'm a decent guy."

"Pfft! You, decent? Just now, just now..." Hai Qing couldn't finish her sentence; she gave Wu Xiang a sharp pinch on the waist.

"Ouch!" Wu Xiang, who was busy savoring the passion of the moment, winced.

But it was worth it. That feeling—there was nothing to say. The tightness, the fullness, and the little plum-blossom-like marks that had bloomed—they already said everything.

"I'm being serious!" Hai Qing was truly earnest. "What if I get pregnant?"

"Pregnant? If you are, do you think I'd run away? We'll have the baby, get married, and live our lives!" Wu Xiang didn't even hesitate.

That one sentence was worth more than a thousand others in this world!

Hai Qing felt truly moved, her heart warming up.

It must be said, though Northeast men can be goofy at times, their genuine, grounded nature is actually quite wonderful.

However, Wu Xiang, that Northeast man, was also full of energy. He gently pulled Hai Qing closer and whispered in her ear, "Little Hai, how did that feel just now?"

"Go to hell!" Hai Qing’s face turned bright red.

"Are you not satisfied?" Wu Xiang could clearly see she was, but he couldn't resist teasing her.

"Ah! Go to hell!" She pinched him again.

Great! Simply wonderful!

Wu Xiang continued, "Are you tired?"

"No." Hai Qing didn't understand why he was asking.

"If you're not tired, shall we? I have another move called 'The Old Man Pushes the Cart.' Why don't we give it a try?"

"..." Hai Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Wu Xiang began to replace words with actions again, but before he could make any progress—

*Bang!* "Ouch!" Wu Xiang was kicked right off the bed.

Wu Xiang was thick-skinned enough, but even he felt his face flush when checking out of the hotel. There was no helping it; they had to pay for the ruined bedsheets, which was quite embarrassing. As for Hai Qing, she was already so shy she had practically vanished.

"Little Hai, why are you so shy?" After paying the bill and for the sheets, Wu Xiang caught up to her.

"Go to hell, who's like you, so shameless? Tee-hee..." Hai Qing couldn't help it; how did she end up with such a thick-skinned guy?

"No, I mean, when I see you acting, you're quite bold—there's no talk of being shy or not shy." Wu Xiang actually wanted to ask if his wife had a "split personality."

"That's acting, it's a performance, okay?!" Hai Qing was speechless.

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Fine, acting is acting, and life is life; let's keep them separate.

"Ouch!" Hai Qing had been walking a bit too fast, and that area... well, it was a bit sore.

"Trying to be a hero, aren't you!" Wu Xiang understood perfectly well—this was the result of his own hard work.

"It's all your fault! Go to hell!" Hai Qing was naturally strong-willed, so she had been pretending to be fine. How could she keep that up now?

Just as she was about to punch Wu Xiang to vent her frustration, he took a long stride in front of her and crouched down.

"Come on up. You can trust my physique—I'm perfectly steady!"

"..." Hai Qing understood, of course, that Wu Xiang wanted to carry her. In that instant, she felt so touched, so moved.

"Get on! What are you thinking about?" Wu Xiang couldn't see her face, so he urged her.

"Mm!" Hai Qing had hesitated; for a moment, she wanted to be tough, but in the end, she softened. Why not enjoy this warmth?

Tears welled up in Hai Qing's eyes—tears of happiness.

"Wife, let's go somewhere," Wu Xiang said as he walked slowly with Hai Qing on his back. He suddenly felt incredibly clever. Filming those weight-loss scenes had been the right choice; if it were before, this would have been much harder. It was a miracle he wasn't crushed to death.

"Okay, you're the one in charge now anyway." Hai Qing agreed, already feeling like a happy little woman.

"Alright!"

The distance wasn't too far, and after a short taxi ride, they arrived at a construction site. It was quiet, with few workers left; it looked like the project was nearing completion.

"What are we doing here?"

"Come on!"

Wu Xiang carried Hai Qing into one of the buildings and climbed up to the sixth floor.

"Ta-da! What do you think?"

Wu Xiang pulled Hai Qing into an apartment, acting as if he were presenting a treasure. There wasn't even a door yet.

"What is this?"

"Can't you tell?"

"Don't tell me you..." In truth, Hai Qing had already guessed what this place was, but she couldn't quite believe it. In this day and age, property in Beijing wasn't cheap. An apartment this size—it looked like over 100 square meters—and located inside the Third Ring Road... it would cost at least a million.

"That's right, this is our little nest for the future. How about it?" Wu Xiang smiled as he gave the answer.

"Ah! Hahaha..." She was naturally overjoyed, but as for this "future nest"... "Little Wu, you aren't proposing to me right now, are you?"

To be honest, Hai Qing really wasn't ready.

"If you think it's okay without a diamond ring, I can get down on one knee right now, deal?" Wu Xiang was joking, yet not entirely.

Hai Qing could see there was a good deal of sincerity in his words. Although touched, she didn't want to become a housewife so soon; she had her own dreams.

"Little Wu~" Hai Qing’s tone was well-modulated. "Can we not do this so soon? We've only just graduated. I want to work hard for a few years, okay?"

Facing the earnest Hai Qing, Wu Xiang naturally had nothing to say. Besides, he remembered the news Dini had told him: Hai Qing had given up her chance to be recommended for postgraduate studies. It seemed she really wanted to put in the effort to make a name for herself in the acting world.

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