Against the Current Hong Kong 1979

Chapter 143 Zhao Yazhi Gives Birth, Debona is Pregnant (Please Subscribe)

I returned to my room.

Yu Sijia is helping to make the bed.

The bedrooms here are decorated quite luxuriously, with features comparable to those of a presidential suite in a five-star hotel.

It not only has a separate living room, but also a full range of electrical appliances.

Zhang Shuai'an has settled in, but hasn't called his colleagues and friends in Hong Kong to let them know he's safe yet.

He calculated the time difference; it should be afternoon in Hong Kong right now, around lunchtime.

He first called Aunt He to let her know that he had arrived in the United States safely, and then they chatted for a few minutes before he hung up.

Then, he made a call to the landline at his house in Hong Kong.

A short while later, someone answered: "Feed? Who are you looking for?"

"It's me." Zhang Shuai'an recognized Rosamund Kwan's voice. "You didn't go to class?"

"What class? It's the weekend." Rosamund Kwan said in a flippant tone, "Brother An, are you missing me?"

I called specifically to ask, "Is it fun in America?"

"There's nothing to do. Besides, I'm here to work," Zhang Shuai'an replied casually.

"You can have fun outside of work too," Rosamund Kwan joked with a smile. "I've heard there are lots of beautiful women in Hollywood, Brother An, don't get dazzled. You still have me and Sister Hong at home."

Hearing this, Zhang Shuai'an said speechlessly, "Don't talk nonsense. Ah Hong and I don't have that kind of relationship."

"Of course I heard you doing it," Rosamund Kwan said dismissively, pursing her lips. "You don't think I'm some clueless little girl, do you? I know everything. You'd better be careful about hygiene while you're abroad, or you'll catch some unclean disease! Then Hong-jie and I won't want you anymore."

"You really dare to say anything," Zhang Shuai'an said calmly. "What my relationship with Ah Hong is, and what we do, is none of your business. Why are you dragging yourself into this?"

"Brother An, I've moved in on my own initiative, don't you understand what that means?" Rosamund Kwan giggled and teased, "If you don't eat it, then I'll give it to the men outside."

"Don't do anything reckless!" Zhang Shuai'an said. "Stay put and behave yourself."

Rosamund Kwan smiled contentedly, her fingers twirling the telephone cord: "Hmph, you really want me, don't you? You were just pretending."

Zhang Shuai'an said, "In short, I've already made arrangements for you. Just don't do anything reckless, and I can guarantee you'll become a big star in the future."

"Why become a big star? I want to be a rich lady." Rosamund Kwan said with a grin, "Brother An, you'd better make a lot of money quickly. I can't wait too long, if you don't hurry up and pick this flower, someone else will pick it first."

Zhang Shuai'an said sternly, "You little vixen, just wait and see. I'll deal with you when we get back. Let Ah Hong answer the phone."

Rosamund Kwan smiled smugly, gently placed the receiver on the table, and called out to the kitchen, "Sister Hong, Brother An wants you to answer the phone."

Within seconds, Cherie Chung strode over and quickly picked up the receiver: "Hello, it's me."

The voice was so seductive that she couldn't help but cover her mouth and glare fiercely at Rosamund Kwan.

Rosamund Kwan gave her a defiant look, then wiggled her hips and went to her room.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Shuai'an was a little surprised to hear Chung Chu-hung suddenly make a courtship-like sound.

"It's nothing, Rosa just scratched me," Chung Chu-hung replied.

The two continued to pour out their hearts to each other for a while, their words becoming increasingly mushy, resembling a romantic relationship. If they continued talking like this, things might get out of hand.

Just before hanging up, Chung Chu-hung couldn't help but remind her, "By the way, Ah-an, did you call Sister Zi?"

"What's wrong with her?" Zhang Shuai'an sensed that Chung Chu-hung's voice sounded unusual and couldn't help but ask.

To avoid suspicion, Zhao Yazhi had previously instructed Zhang Shuai'an not to contact her for the time being.

"It seems she's about to give birth; I heard she was hospitalized a couple of days ago." After all, Cherie Chung and Angie Chiu had fought side by side, so they still had some connection.

Zhang Shuai'an was stunned for a moment, then silently calculated the time in his mind.

Zhao Yazhi was pregnant around October, and now it's early August, so her due date is indeed approaching.

"It's not convenient to call her now," Zhang Shuai'an said softly. "Ahong, could you go to the hospital to see her for me tomorrow?"

"I understand." Chung Chor-hung wasn't jealous, but she felt a little strange, as if she had suddenly become a concubine.

As instructed by my husband, I will visit my pregnant wife at the hospital tomorrow.

On second thought, I realized something was wrong.

Zhao Yazhi has a husband and has no relationship with Zhang Shuai'an.

unless----

Chung Chor-hung shook her head, clearing her mind of the jumbled thoughts, and then went to the kitchen to make dinner.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Shuai'an really wanted to call Zhao Yazhi.

However, Zhao Yazhi is already hospitalized, so calling her home won't do any good. I'll wait until I'm done with this and then go back to talk to her.

Then he made a phone call to Debona's house.

As soon as the call connected, a middle-aged woman asked, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"It's me, Aunt Qing." Zhang Shuai'an recognized the woman's voice and immediately said, "Please have your wife answer the phone."

"Oh, it's Mr. Zhang. Please wait a moment." Aunt Qing gently put down the phone and went upstairs to inform Di Bona, "Madam, Mr. Zhang is calling for you."

"Zhang Sheng?" Debona asked languidly. "Which Zhang Sheng?"

Aunt Qing replied, "It's Zhang Sheng, the one who came to our house last time. He's very handsome and young. You even dated him—"

"Alright, I understand." Debona interrupted Aunt Qing, waving her hand and saying, "That's none of your business. Go tell the kitchen that I don't have an appetite for dinner, so you'll have to take care of yourselves."

Aunt Qing turned and took a few steps, then stopped and asked softly, "Madam, you haven't had much of an appetite lately, and you always seem listless. I've also seen you dry heave a few times. Are you feeling unwell? Should we call a doctor to come and take a look?"

"I have something to do, no need to call me—"

Before she could finish speaking, Debona suddenly paused and changed her mind, saying, "Okay, you can call the family doctor and have him come over."

""

After giving the instructions, she went to answer Zhang Shuai'an's call.

"Sister La, have you missed me?" Zhang Shuai'an asked in a flippant tone.

Debona scoffed, "Who do you think you are to me? I'd like to see you."

Zhang Shuai'an said in a terrified tone, "Wow, Sister La, how can you speak so vulgarly and directly?"

"You're the one who's filthy, disgusting, and despicable."

Deborah understood, and immediately laughed and scolded a couple of times, then naturally asked with concern, "You've arrived in America, right? How are you? Are you settling in? No problems adjusting to the new environment?"

"Just arrived, no problems for now." Zhang Shuai'an said with a relaxed expression, almost as if he were sharing with a long-distance couple, "It's not as developed as I imagined."

There are also low, old houses, and the streets are filled with sewage. There are also homeless people and drug addicts on the streets.

Several others sported brightly colored, broom-like hairstyles, speeding through the streets on motorcycles.

Deborah couldn't help but retort, "What are you talking about? Isn't America heaven? Why do you make it sound like hell?"

Zhang Shuai'an replied, "Here, money is heaven, and poverty is hell."

Debona replied dismissively, "Isn't it like this everywhere?"

Zhang Shuai'an said, "At least there should be an option in the human world, but there isn't one here."

Debona didn't understand: "I don't know what nonsense you're spouting."

Zhang Shuai'an changed the subject, saying, "Where's Fourth Brother? Isn't he home again?"

"I went out to play cards," Debona replied casually. "I stayed home quietly for two or three days, and then I couldn't stand it anymore."

Zhang Shuai'an half-jokingly warned, "Then you'd better be careful. Don't let your fourth brother get addicted to gambling. He might lose tens of millions, which could wipe you out. And your children will have to pay off the debts at such a young age."

"Pah, pah, pah!" Debona spat twice in annoyance. "Can't you speak properly? Fourth Brother and I are newlyweds. You stole his wife, and now you're cursing him?"

Zhang Shuai'an said calmly, "Sister La, I'm speaking from the heart. If that day ever comes, I'll only care about you and your child. Whether Fourth Brother lives or dies, I won't care."

Debona smiled and said, "Then I should thank you in advance."

Just then, a car horn sounded outside.

Debona glanced out the window and said, "Fourth Brother is back. I can't talk to you anymore. Anyway, I wish you all the best in America."

"I'll be scouting locations here and discussing some collaborations. Once that's finalized, you and Fourth Brother should be arriving around the same time," Zhang Shuai'an said. "Ideally, filming for 'Blood Simple' should be completed around November. That will make it easier to prepare for next year's international film festivals."

"No problem. We'll go whenever you let me know," Debona replied.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Shuai'an called the company again and spoke with Shi Nansheng and Fatty Wang. He also called Chung Chu-hung and the eldest son to give them some instructions.

Just as he was about to take some time to organize his thoughts and write something, the phone in his room rang.

Zhang Shuai'an didn't take it himself, but instead gave Yu Sijia a look.

Yu Sijia picked up the receiver and said, "Hello, I'm Mr. Zhang Shuai'an's secretary. May I ask what business you have with him?"

"It's Mr. Xie Xian. He has something important to discuss with you!" Yu Sijia handed the receiver to Zhang Shuai'an and quietly left the room.

Zhang Shuai'an was taken aback. Why was Xie Xian calling him at this time? Could it be that Di Bona had revealed their affair?

After hesitating for a long time, he finally picked up the receiver: "Fourth Brother, what brings you to call me?"

"Um, Anzai, I'm sorry," Xie Xian said, his tone carrying a hint of apology. "Deborah and I probably won't be able to participate in 'Blood Simple'."

"Why is that?" Zhang Shuai'an asked, somewhat puzzled.

"She's pregnant, more than half a month along," Xie Xian said nervously. "You know, I'm over forty years old, and this is the first child I've had. I absolutely can't let it be lost. I know this is a bit unethical of you, but there's no other way. I'll return the advance payment you received, and I'll compensate you for any losses you incur."

"No need for compensation, and don't return the payment yet." Zhang Shuai'an considered for two or three seconds, then said, "Consider it a red envelope for my godchild who I didn't show up to."

"Alright. Once the child is born, I'll definitely make you my godfather!" Xie Xian laughed heartily.

A short while later, Xie Xian hung up the phone.

Zhang Shuai'an was somewhat taken aback. He calculated the time again and wondered, "Am I really a Goddess of Mercy who grants children?"