I Became the Mother of His Child-Chapter 520: Don’t Stay in a Hotel

"What? Sister, you want me to go stay in a hotel? No, I don't want to stay at a hotel; it's such a waste of money! Don't you have a house in Imperial City? Can I come and live with you? If the house is small and there's no spare room or place to sleep, I can even sleep on the floor or the couch. I won't be fussy, really, sister, please don't make me stay at a hotel, alright? I'm scared to stay in a hotel by myself, and who knows if it's even clean..." Hao Yueliang almost cried as she spoke.

The reason Hao Yueliang came to Imperial City was for Hao Xingxing. If Xingxing were to just leave her at a hotel once she arrived, then what was the point of coming to Imperial City? Thinking this, Yueliang expressed, with a heavy heart, that as long as she could live with her sister, no matter how difficult the living conditions, it was all easy for her.

Speaking of which, sister-complexes really are a strange phenomenon. Hence, Yueliang started blabbering on with her complaints.

"..." Hao Xingxing felt a headache coming on, feeling like she was developing calluses on her ears. This girl definitely owed her in a past life, and repaying that debt was indeed wearing her down.

"Go to Chaoyang District Tianfu International District," Xingxing said, her face tight with a choice to retreat in tolerance. Truthfully, she really did not want to rip into Yueliang in front of Song Chengguang, nor did she want to say anything overly harsh. The key point was that, even if she did say it, Yueliang most likely wouldn't take it to heart.

Additionally, she didn't want to leave an impression of a harsh and sharp-tongued sister on Chengguang although she did not deny being precisely that kind of sister. But in front of Chengguang, she would not admit it.

"Let's go eat first! It's about time for a meal anyway," Hao Xingxing suggested, lowering her eyes to glance at her exquisite wristwatch, then spoke up. It seemed assertive, but it was actually more of an inquiry into Song Chen's thoughts. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Okay," Song Chen agreed readily.

"Yay!" As soon as Yueliang heard Xingxing compromise, she was overjoyed. She felt proud for having wisely brought Chengguang into sending them home. She was very aware of her sister's patience and temper. If it weren't for Chengguang's presence, her fate today wouldn't just be as bad as being sent to a hotel—it would have been far worse. Her sister had no mercy for her at all!

"Chengguang, my sister is the general manager of Oulai Company. She manages a whole lot of people, a real powerful career woman, very impressive. How about you, Chengguang? What do you do?" With an innocent look, Yueliang was actually probing for specific details about Song Chengguang's life, and incidentally spilling about her sister's affairs as well.

She felt that Song Chengguang was definitely someone who could refresh her sister's presence and was very likely to bring hope to Xingxing's singlehood.

"I'm a military officer," Chengguang spoke about his profession with ease.

Honestly, these days, most people don't hold the same reverence for military personnel as they did for his father's generation. His father and that generation of soldiers experienced more, contributed without selfishness, and there was also the fact that military personnel are quite common now. The military isn't seen as a high-paying profession, plus it's incredibly dangerous and demands a lot of dedication which has reduced its attractiveness to many girls, as they tend to spend most of their time serving the country, with very little left for their families.

But, there's an exception for good-looking military men. In this superficial era, being attractive makes everything better—even begging could seem stylish if done by a handsome man.

"A soldier, wow! That's amazing! Like those special forces in the TV shows? With sniper rifles... Boom, boom, taking down the bad guys?" Yueliang was full of energy; despite sitting on a train nearly all day, she was still excited. The moment she heard Chengguang mention he was a soldier, she jumped into the conversation eagerly.

"Something like that. But there's always a gap between television and reality. Many things are hidden, not allowed to be shown on TV. Only what's been reviewed can be broadcasted." As a soldier himself, Chengguang was well aware of the strictness of military life and had seen his share of military TV shows, which he sometimes watched to pass the time. However, as a real military man, he watched these dramas mostly to spot errors.

But he had to admit that these TV shows did inspire people. Recruitment had become an easier process in recent years, largely due to the popularity of military-themed dramas that had influenced many young people.

"Really? So your training is even tougher than what's shown on TV, right?" Yueliang's curiosity was piqued. The most memorable parts of military dramas were the grueling scenes where groups of elite recruits endured harsh training—lacking sleep, barely eating, and with little time to rest. She was intrigued about whether the real military was just as rigorous and challenging.

"Yeah," Chengguang replied succinctly, summarizing it all with that one word.

"Oh my gosh! That sounds awful," Yueliang exclaimed in sympathy.

Chengguang just smiled. Truth be told, when he chose to enlist, he was mentally prepared. As a child from a military family, he was more aware than others of the stringent nature of the military. He had no regrets, and it was clear, joining the military was a desire he harbored since childhood—a deep and inherent aspiration—even though a large part of it was influenced by his father, Yuanhuan. But the decision to enlist was his own choice as well.

Yueliang's lively questions covered nearly everything Chengguang could say. She learned all she could from him as he shared what he was allowed to talk about.

Watching the conversation unfold between the two, Xingxing, sitting in the passenger seat, remained silent. Occasionally, she cast her sharp eyes towards Chengguang's profile. Her inscrutable expression betrayed nothing of her true feelings.

"So, Chengguang, are you married? Do you have a girlfriend?" Yueliang never forgot that she wanted to help her sister find someone—her keen sense of matchmaking duty was omnipresent in her mind.

That question suddenly made the atmosphere inside the car awkward. Xingxing maintained a calm composure, but her heart suddenly started thumping loudly. This was the first time in her life she felt her heartbeat quicken over a question not even directed at herself.