So You're Such A Doctor Song - Chapter 374

Chapter 374: Chuchu’s Birthday

“Why aren’t you tired at all?” Duoyao asked helplessly.

“Tired?” Yan Molun thought for a while and shook his head. “I’ve never felt tired ever since I was discharged from military service.”

Duoyao was shocked. This man’s stamina was too unbelievable. “Hasn’t a woman tired you out before?”

“Yes.”

Duoyao was unhappy again. “Who?”

“You.” Yan Molun glanced at her.

“Me?” Duoyao rolled her eyes. “I’m not so capable. You almost squeezed me dry.”

“I don’t mean physical tiredness; I mean mental tiredness.” Yan Molun sighed out loud. “I’m mentally tired out because of your scarily low EQ.”

Duoyao pouted, aggrieved. Is my EQ so low?

The next day, when she went on set, Duoyao reminded him time and again: “If I see you talking to other women other than Xiling, I won’t let you have your way today.”

Yan Molun smiled helplessly. He really didn’t think she would get jealous so easily.

However, there were too many women around this small set. No matter where he hid, women would always come over to hit on him. Every time Duoyao finished a scene, she would always see a woman by his side and when they returned, she would throw a small tantrum.

After staying with the production team for more than a month, Li Shaobin started to rush him back on his side. “Old Yan, the casino is a mess. If you’re still not coming back, I’ll get someone to handle it.”

“Alright, alright.” Yan Molun wanted to go back too. He had been sticking with Duoyao lately, coaxing her softly. He wanted to go back to the casino too to practice shouting in his rough voice again.

When he told Duoyao about this that night at the hotel, Duoyao fell silent for a while and looked at him gloomily. “Now that you’ll be gone, a countless number of women will be upset.”

“I don’t care about other women. I only care about whether you’ll be upset,” Yan Molun bent down and spoke softly into her ears on purpose. His voice and breath grazed past her ear, making her heart skip a beat.

Duoyao blushed slightly and was pulled into his embrace. She said, “Don’t start attracting bees and butterflies behind my back when you’re back in Northern City. I still need another month before I can go back.”

“I wouldn’t dare to. You’ve fed me well recently; I won’t be in the mood for other women.” Yan Molun showed an apparent smile.

Duoyao glared at him as her ears heated up. “Do you mean you’re going to start thinking about other women the moment you’re hungry?”

“No. When I’m hungry, I’ll think of you and only you.” Yan Molun lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose. They exchanged gazes for a while before he pried her lips open and delivered a deep kiss in.

Duoyao felt like a soft ball of fur stuck all over him. His body quickly became like a stretched bow. When the bowstring became taut, he carried her up and walked into the bedroom.

“Didn’t you say you’ve been fed well?” Duoyao said when he was about to start his meal again.

“Yeah, but I can still stuff myself more.” Yan Molun laughed softly and pulled out a condom from his pocket leisurely.

Duoyao scolded him with a blush: “Pervert, aren’t you afraid that someone would find out if you always carry such things around on you?”

“You’re so strict that I don’t even have a chance to take anything out of my pocket in front of other women. How would anyone find out?” Yan Molun bent down and pecked her lips intimately.

Duoyao snorted hoarsely. “You seem to be complaining that I’m not giving you the chance to take anything out of your pocket.”

“The only thing men take out from their pockets is money for women to spend. Aside from you, I’m very stingy around women,” Yan Molun said hoarsely, “I’ve spent a lot of money on condoms these days. If I still don’t go back to earn money, I wouldn’t even have the money to buy this.”

Duoyao covered her ears. She couldn’t go on listening anymore.

That was so embarrassing.

“I still have a few left here; let’s finish the rest tonight. It’s not appropriate to leave any in my pockets in case they find them during the security check tomorrow before I board the plane.” Yan Molun’s words made her blush once again.

Duoyao finally knew how bad and how much of a gangster this man could be. He could literally say anything. How shameless.

Didn’t he know she was about to die of embarrassment?

In the end, Brother Molun practiced what he preached and finished everything in his pocket. Duoyao couldn’t remember how many he had left in his pocket. She only knew that towards the end, she was in a muddled state, and now, she was only thankful that she didn’t have to shoot before 10 am tomorrow.

…

The next day, as Duoyao was sleeping soundly, she was woken up gently by a certain someone. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw Yan Molun dressed neatly, sitting by the side of the bed. He caressed her hair gently. “Duoyao, I’m leaving. I have to be at the airport by 11 am and it takes some time to travel there.”

Duoyao quickly sat straight up, awake, and said groggily, “Let Xiling find you a driver to drive you over.”

“There’s no need. Xiling’s drivers are all from the production team. I’m just a bodyguard—people would suspect something.” Yan Molun gazed at her lips gently and couldn’t help but lower his head and kissed her again. “Duoyao, I love you.”

Duoyao was stunned. Now, she was completely awake. She climbed out and hugged him gently. “I will see you the moment I return. I love you too.”

“Mm.” Yan Molun rubbed her messy long hair before turning to leave.

When he was leaving, he called Xiling first. When Xiling said the coast was clear, he came out carrying a backpack and left.

…

The plane landed at Northern City’s airport. Li Shaobin was waiting for him at the car park in his sports car and could see him walking over from a distance away. He said unhappily, “Isn’t Bai Yuhuang Duoyao’s idol from a long time ago? Did you catch them doing anything?”

Yan Molun swept him a cold glance. “Don’t make him out to be so dirty. I went over more than a month ago and got some understanding of Bai Yuhuang. He shouldn’t have any interest in Duoyao.”

“Yo, you could tell?” Li Shaobin couldn’t help but diss him.

“He takes care of every woman on the production team.” Yan Molun said lightly, “I’ve also observed him for a while. He can’t even compare to my toe, so after thinking about it, there really is nothing to worry about.”

Li Shaobin rolled his eyes silently. “F*ck, you’re really egoistic and shameless. He’s way more handsome than you, alright?”

“Handsome?” Yan Molun scoffed. “He’s just a sissy and gigolo. He’s still a long way away compared to me.”

“Have you said this to Jiang Duoyao?” Li Shaobin was really speechless. “She didn’t say anything about that?”

“I didn’t say that. After all, he’s the first male celebrity she’s idolized. I didn’t want to attack her taste.” Yan Molun flicked the lighter on. The flame lit up the cigarette between his lips. “I’ll just let her keep her poor taste.”

Li Shaobin: “…”

He swore that when Jiang Duoyao returned, he would definitely tell her what Old Yan said today. He wanted to reveal Old Yan’s egoistic and shameless true self.

…

Duoyao came back after more than a month. The day before she returned was Song Chuyi’s birthday.

On Song Chuyi’s birthdays in the past, he would usually call a few friends over to gather and celebrate.

This year, because Changqing was pregnant, Song Chuyi only invited a couple closer friends along to Li Shaobin’s restaurant and ordered a table full of food. Li Shaobin had reminded and ordered the dishes to be made with the best ingredients and the best oil and to be cooked by the best chef. The most important thing was to ensure that the pregnant lady could eat healthily.

At six in the evening, Song Chuyi helped Changqing, who was nine months pregnant, out of the car. Changqing’s stomach was so huge right now that even in a loose-fitting outfit, she couldn’t hide the bulge. However, she could still walk pretty quickly, just like a normal woman.

“Walk slower.” Song Chuyi reminded her several times.

“I’m alright. I feel fine.” Changqing grinned as she waved towards Yan Molun, who was smoking outside the suite door.

Once he saw her arriving, Yan Molun quickly extinguished his cigarette and looked up in shock. “That big already?”

“I’m going into labor in a few weeks,” Changqing said with a grin. “Prepare a thicker red pocket. I’m not accepting it if it isn’t thick.”

The corners of Yan Molun’s lips twitched. Li Shaobin patted his shoulder. “You have to get used to it. She told me about it long ago. If the red pocket isn’t thick enough, she won’t allow me to touch her son. Old Song, your wife is incredible.”

“Not too late to find out.” Song Chuyi gazed deeply at the woman in his embrace with a smile and said gently, “Let’s go back sooner to rest after eating.”

“It’s alright, you guys can go and sing or anything. I can just listen at the side,” Changqing said nonchalantly.

Song Chuyi couldn’t be bothered with her.

…

After more than 10 minutes, the guests arrived subsequently. Song Qiaoqiao ran over to Changqing’s tummy and said, “Sister Changqing, when is Yan Wo coming out? I want to hold him. I want to become an aunt.”

“Soon. Maybe in three to four weeks.” Changqing caressed Song Qiaoqiao’s face, hoping that her son could also be a ball of cuteness like her.

“When the time comes, I want to stay at Brother Chuyi’s house. I want to take care of Yan Wo every day,” Song Qiaoqiao said seriously.

“Qiaoqiao, cut it out. You still have to study,” Song Zhengru chided with a smile.

Song Qiaoqiao pouted unhappily. Song Zhengru asked, “Chuyi, when are you moving into your new house?”