That evening…
Zhao An hosted An Hong for dinner at Old Pang's house.
A while ago, Aunt Pang had been experiencing some vomiting.
It only lasted a few days.
She knew very well that this was pre-pregnancy reaction; pregnant women often have allergies to certain things.
The smell would make her vomit, so she just needed to avoid them.
Although she had mentally prepared herself, Aunt Pang was still very shocked when she found out she was pregnant.
She was already so old, and now she was pregnant—how could she bear it?
Besides, it was just too shameful, utterly humiliating.
Old Pang also knew perfectly well that the child in his wife's belly wasn't his.
His wife had been defiled, raped daily, and even had unprotected sex.
Now, she was pregnant, an old woman pregnant.
What could he say?
And it was all for medical treatment; he benefited from it, so what's there to complain about?
Resentment?
Old Pang, on the other hand, wouldn't harbor any resentment towards Zhao An.
A man like this saved so many families in the village from starvation; what was there to resent?
Besides, if he were to resent someone, wouldn't he be inhuman?
Aunt Pang's pregnancy definitely couldn't be hidden; it would surely be blamed on Old Pang.
Anyway, an abortion was out of the question…
Although Zhao An was a beast, he wouldn't let a woman have an abortion.
He had the courage to take responsibility for his actions; fearing a child born out of wedlock and taking away his property was just nonsense that proved a man lacked responsibility.
If you don't want to take responsibility, then keep your lustful desires in check; you play around and then don't take responsibility.
Zhao An himself despised this kind of man; how could he possibly be such a man?
An Hong looked around the house. It certainly couldn't compare to houses in the city, but it was already the best house in the village.
"Boss, let me toast you."
An Hong clinked her glass with Zhao An's. She dared not act like an auntie, the mother of a classmate. This wasn't just a simple classmate relationship, and putting on airs would only embarrass her.
Zhao An smiled and clinked his glass with hers. "Cheers, wishing you success at work."
"The college entrance exam is next year. Has Ma Qiang said what university he wants to apply to?"
An Hong's expression was slightly reproachful. Thinking of her son gave her a headache. "His grades aren't very good. There's no hope for a top-tier university.
I don't have high expectations for him. A second-tier university is fine, at least it'll be easier for him to find a job later."
A university degree these days isn't as valuable as it was in the 1960s and 70s. There's a lot more fluff involved.
These days, a university degree is really just a diploma. A diploma is just a tool; you can use it wherever you're needed. Jobs are about ability.
A person without ability, no matter how high their diploma, is just empty talk, practically useless.
Zhao An smiled but didn't respond. Many people wanted to cultivate a good relationship with him, but he didn't engage.
The university was already completed, and soon his woman, Bai Junlin, would become its president…
And he himself would be entering the new university.
The addition of a genius was definitely a good thing for a university.
Furthermore, Zhao An was a wealthy entrepreneur who created countless jobs, at least enough to meet some employment needs.
He was generating welfare for the university.
A student like that would be highly sought after by every school.
Zhao An wasn't worried about university. He could have skipped a grade long ago, but he hadn't.
He just wanted to have some fun…
Playing with female classmates at school…
Playing with female teachers at school—these were things that excited and thrilled him.
Anyway, the company was there, and he had plenty of resources. He could develop many female artists; he had no shortage of prey.
Besides, the Bai family was currently on the rise and couldn't do without him.
Even if things stabilize, he would still be in a dominant position.
After the Bai family absorbed a portion of the Huang family's resources, it would be like subjecting the other two families to slow slicing.
Zhao An's situation remained extremely good. As long as he could maintain a mutually beneficial relationship with the Bai family, everything else was negotiable.
Seeing Zhao An remain silent, An Hong felt a fleeting anxiety. She had actually planned to try and get his opinion, but it seemed hopeless.
"Are you settling in well here, Boss?"
"Yes, very well. I'll come back to stay here when I have time."
Zhao An nodded, showing no dissatisfaction.
Having played with plenty of fresh, young models, there was nothing wrong with occasionally playing with these tough, robust, large-waisted, tight-vagrant peasant women.
Besides, they had another characteristic: cleanliness.
Few men had ever penetrated their vaginas; only their husbands had.
Such virtuous women were experienced and clean, making them incredibly enjoyable to play with.
An Hong had no idea what was happening here. If she knew Zhao An had gotten women her own age pregnant, she'd probably run away in terror.
This was too horrifying.
And it was so lewd.
An old woman with a young man—it all seemed rather strange.
And a wealthy young man with a poor, mature woman—she just couldn't accept it.