Chapter 134
Chenyang shook his head. "You can envy the women I sleep with, but there’s no need to envy the one who’ll marry me."
"Why?" An Xiaoqing asked, surprised.
Chenyang gave a wry smile. "Because I don’t plan on getting married."
"You’ve got to be kidding me. At your age, a hot-blooded man like you—you think you can handle the loneliness of not being married?"
"Not getting married doesn’t mean I’ll be lonely. I’m single right now, and don’t I have a beautiful boss like you to keep me company?"
As he spoke, Chenyang placed his hands on her full, supple breasts.
While kneading them wantonly, the thrusts of his hips sped up.
Just the pumping of his massive cock was already hard enough for An Xiaoqing to take. Now that he was kneading the sensitive mounds above, her breathing instantly became ragged.
"The number of times I can be with you is, ahh... ahh... ultimately limited. Only your wife can be with you every day.
Even if you find plenty of women like me, at best it’s just for a bit of fun. They’re not going to have your children. Besides, most men your age are the only sons in their family. You can stay unmarried for your own happiness, but your family can’t just let you get away with not carrying on the family line, can they?"
"Lady, what century are you living in? Who even ties marriage and carrying on the family line together anymore? Forget about anywhere else, just look upstairs in the OB/GYN department. If you’re willing to risk a slap for asking, you’ll find that for every ten pregnant women, at least three or four are single."
Although An Xiaoqing had worked at the hospital for many years, she had never really heard much about that.
"Are you young people all this open these days?"
"Other people might be ’open,’ but I don’t want to get married simply because I can’t afford it. To get married these days, you have to buy a house and a car, not to mention pay a sky-high bride price. Even just a down payment on a house... all that together is at least a million. A million! Even if I manage to land this job as a doctor, how many years would it take me to earn that kind of money?"
"If your medical skills are decent and you can get promoted quickly within the hospital, a million actually wouldn’t take that long. It could take as little as five years, or as many as seven or eight. That’s not impossible."
"By then I’ll be at least thirty, which is an awkward age. Even if I could find a wife, she’d probably have been picked over many times. Even if there’s nothing technically wrong with her, I’m sure she’d have a messy past."
"At that age... it is really hard to find someone who’s a perfect fit. But... it’s better than nothing."
"Forget it. Working myself half to death to earn a million just to hand it over to some woman I don’t even like? I could never do that."
"What you’re describing is just a matter of probability. Bad women and materialistic women are ultimately in the minority. Once you start working here, your status as a doctor will be enough to elevate your social standing,
Your salary will be higher than your peers in most other fields. In the meantime, you could find a girlfriend and take your time getting to know her. Maybe she’d be willing to struggle with you, to build a life together from scratch."
Chenyang sneered. "I’m sure girls like that exist, but I’d bet they’re getting rarer and rarer these days."
An Xiaoqing’s red lips parted, but she couldn’t find a good rebuttal. She couldn’t be bothered to argue the point anymore. "Suit yourself. You’ll be the one who ends up lonely, not me."
"Heh. You’re married. Are you saying you’re not lonely?"
"You..."
Touching a nerve, a look of anger flashed across An Xiaoqing’s pretty face.
But just as she was about to start cursing him out, Chenyang’s assault suddenly intensified.
His hands stopped teasing her full breasts, moving down to cup her rounded bottom instead.
This new angle allowed him to penetrate deeper with every thrust.
Coupled with Chenyang’s pile-driver-like thrusts, the curses on the tip of An Xiaoqing’s tongue dissolved into a series of bone-melting moans.
The numbing pleasure made her delicate body tremble, and her beautiful eyes couldn’t help but roll back in her head.
"Ahh... ahh... you bastard, slow down! Are you trying to fuck me to death?"
"It feels so good... you’re hitting me so deep... you’re so good... Oh god, I can’t take it anymore."
Chenyang teased, "If I slow down, it won’t feel as good for you."
"Don’t slow down! Faster... harder! I’m—ahh... ahh... I’m coming again! It feels so good... ahhh...~"