Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 428, Section 426: Thunderclap

In her villa in Yalong Bay, Qiongzhou, Gao Yuanyuan was lying on a lounge chair by the pool, enjoying the cool sea breeze of the evening.

Her phone rang, and when she saw it was Wang Sheng's number, a sweet smile immediately spread across her face.

"Brother Sheng?"

"Ah."

Wang Sheng briefly described what had just happened at home, without embellishing the emotions, simply stating the facts—his parents' shock, his father's anger, and the decision to visit them tomorrow.

Gao Yuanyuan's grip on her phone tightened slightly, and her heart suddenly raced.

She was both surprised and delighted. She was surprised by the intense reaction from Wang Sheng's parents, but delighted that Wang Sheng was actually going to face them in person!

In her view, this represents an ineffable sense of importance and responsibility.

"You...you're really going to meet my parents tomorrow?" Her voice trembled slightly with anticipation.

"real."

Wang Sheng's answer was resolute: "However, you should call your parents now and lay the groundwork a little. Just tell them I might be going tomorrow to discuss something important. Don't be too explicit; just let them be mentally prepared."

Gao Yuanyuan instantly understood Wang Sheng's intention.

Dropping the bombshell of "pregnant out of wedlock and about to give birth" is far too cruel to any parent.

Preparing in advance can cushion the impact.

“Okay! I’ll call right away!” Gao Yuanyuan immediately agreed, her voice full of courage.

As long as Wang Sheng stands in front of her, she has the confidence to face anything.

……

The next day, at the Gao family's residence.

Mr. Gao was a refined and slender man, while Mrs. Gao was gentle and capable.

Both men were highly educated intellectuals from well-off families. They were always open-minded towards Gao Yuanyuan and supported her in pursuing her career and love.

But their daughter's nonsensical phone call yesterday kept them up all night.

"Dad, Mom, Wang Sheng might come over tomorrow. He has something very important to tell you..."

My daughter's tone on the phone was clearly tense and hesitant.

What important matter requires Wang Sheng to personally come to our door?
Their anxieties made them restless, and they all took the day off to wait at home.

When the doorbell rang, Gao's mother took a deep breath, exchanged a glance with her husband, and got up to open the door.

Wang Sheng and his father, Wang Baoguo, stood outside the door.

Although Wang Baoguo tried his best to remain calm, a hint of unease and solemnity still showed between his brows.

Wang Sheng, on the other hand, was dressed in a well-fitting casual outfit, with a calm expression and steady gaze.

What surprised them even more was that Wang Sheng was followed by two staff members dressed in Shengying Media uniforms, who were carrying things into the house one by one—top-grade Moutai, aged Pu'er tea, beautifully packaged tonics... a dazzling array that instantly filled a corner of the living room.

After the gift was placed, the staff member tactfully withdrew and gently closed the door behind them.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, what's going on here..." Mr. Gao pushed up his glasses, looking at the scene with a puzzled expression.

Madam Gao forced a smile and joked, "Oh dear, what's this all for? You don't need so many things for the betrothal gifts. You're being too kind."

Wang Baoguo forced a somewhat unnatural smile, and following Gao's mother's words, his voice was a little dry: "About the same as... about the same as the betrothal gifts."

The moment he spoke, the smiles on Mr. and Mrs. Gao's faces froze.

Is it related to Wang Sheng?
Is it similar to the betrothal gifts?
The ominous premonition in their hearts suddenly intensified.

With only four people left in the living room, the air seemed to instantly become thick and sticky.

Wang Baoguo looked at his son with a complex expression, which carried both urging and a resolute sense of "it's your turn."

The eyes of Gao's parents also focused on Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng met the gazes of the three elders without flinching or showing any stage fright.

He stepped forward, his posture humble, but his tone was clear and steady, carrying an unquestionable sense of responsibility.

"Uncle Gao, Auntie." He bowed slightly, then straightened up, looking at them honestly. "Yuanyuan is pregnant, mine." Boom—!
These seven simple words struck Gao's parents like a thunderclap!

They did not object to their daughter's free choice in love, and even had a good impression of Wang Sheng, a talented and successful young man, and did not want to interfere too much in their daughter's private life.

But "premarital pregnancy" is just too shocking, completely beyond what they can accept!

Gao's mother's legs went weak, and she subconsciously grabbed the sofa armrest.

The color drained from Gao's father's face instantly, his fingers trembled slightly, and he looked at Wang Sheng in disbelief, then at Wang Baoguo, as if trying to find evidence on the other's face that this was an absurd joke.

The living room was dead silent.

Only the occasional birdsong coming from outside the window made the atmosphere inside the room even more oppressive.

Both of Gao's parents were reasonable people, and they suppressed the turmoil in their hearts, preventing them from losing their composure immediately.

The two looked at each other and saw shock, heartache, and a hint of bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Finally, it was Gao's mother who spoke first. Her voice trembled slightly, but she tried her best to remain calm: "Wang Sheng... what are your plans? Marriage?"

This is the most critical question.

If the two are planning to get married, although it's rushed, at least there's some resolution.

Wang Sheng remained solemn. He shook his head, his tone firm and clear: "I acknowledge the child. I will take full responsibility for Yuanyuan and the child. However, we cannot get married at the moment."

"What?!" Mr. Gao finally couldn't hold back any longer, his voice rising with suppressed anger, "We can't get married? What do you mean by this?! What are you going to do with Yuanyuan and the child in the future?!"

Wang Sheng understood Gao's father's anger, and he patiently explained, "Uncle Gao, Aunt Gao, please let me finish speaking first."

The business I run now may seem glamorous, but it's actually on the front lines of the culture war.

This war is fought without the smoke of gunpowder, but it is just as brutal.

What Shengying Media is doing now is threatening the interests of too many people, both domestically and internationally; we have many potential competitors.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Gao's parents, his tone becoming exceptionally serious: "Competition in the cultural field involves ideology and enormous commercial interests. Once an opponent feels too threatened and harbors murderous intent, it's not surprising that they'll use any means necessary."

I'm not exaggerating.

At this stage, if I were to marry legally and have a wife recognized by law, Yuanyuan and our child would become my most obvious weakness, exposed to risk. I don't want them to suffer any potential harm because of me.

His analysis, considering his industry and Shengying Media's rapid growth in recent years, doesn't seem entirely unreasonable.

Both of Gao's parents were highly educated intellectuals and were not entirely ignorant of the domestic and international situation. Upon hearing this, their expressions changed slightly.

Wang Sheng continued, "I assure you, I am serious about Yuanyuan."

In the future, when the time is right, when the country is stronger, and cultural undertakings have stronger protection and a healthier environment, and everything is safe, I might consider marrying Yuanyuan.

But now, for their safety, I cannot do that.

Listening to Wang Sheng's words, and recalling the nervous yet secretly joyful tone of her daughter's voice on the phone yesterday, Gao's mother suddenly understood. She looked at Wang Sheng, her voice slightly hoarse: "Yuanyuan...she's been pregnant for a long time, hasn't she?"

Wang Sheng nodded: "It's been more than eight months."

As a doctor, Gao's mother naturally understood what eight months meant.

Abortion is no longer an option; the only choice is for the child to be born healthy.

Her heart sank suddenly, yet it was also filled with a complex joy of soon becoming a grandmother.

Mr. Gao's expression shifted, his heart filled with turmoil.

He admitted that Wang Sheng's words made some sense, and that the man's sense of responsibility and consideration for his daughter and grandson were not feigned.

But... this isn't a proper marriage to his daughter!
How could he, as a father, feel at ease?
After a moment of silence, Gao's mother suddenly changed the subject, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation: "Is it... a boy or a girl?"

Wang Sheng told the truth: "The examination has been done, and it's a boy and a girl, twins."

Gao's mother's eyes lit up instantly, and a genuine smile, belonging to a grandmother, finally appeared on her tense face: "That...that's good."

Having twins, a boy and a girl, is incredibly joyous news for any family.

She took a deep breath, as if making up her mind, and looked at Wang Sheng: "I need to see Yuanyuan first. I won't feel at ease until I see her with my own eyes."

Wang Sheng immediately nodded: "Of course. I'll have someone book a flight to Qiongzhou this afternoon, and we'll go together."

(End of this chapter)