288: Chapter 277: Devoting Oneself 288: Chapter 277: Devoting Oneself After thinking for a long time, Song Yun finally made up his mind.
“Damn it, in for a penny, in for a pound,” he said, looking at Black Flood Dragon with pitying eyes.
“Bro, let me discuss something with you.”
Seeing Song Yun’s expression, Black Flood Dragon knew the other person wanted to set him up, so he straightforwardly replied, “No discussion, it’s getting late, time to head back.”
“Don’t be like that,” Song Yun held onto Black Flood Dragon and pointed at the woman lying on the ground in tears.
“How can you bear to send this chick to White Tiger Hall?
Although she’s a bit bad, she’s still a woman, after all.
You can’t be that heartless.”
Black Flood Dragon initially wanted to say he could bear it, but seeing Song Yun’s pleading face, he couldn’t bring himself to say those words and could only nod in agreement.
“I can’t bear it, you can’t bear it, Meng Ku, can you bear it?” Song Yun asked.
Meng Ku seemed to have guessed what Song Yun wanted to say and cooperated by shaking his head.
“None of the three of us can bear it, but we can’t just let this woman go either.
If she goes back to the Eastern Country, it could be a threat to us.
Don’t you agree?”
Seeing Black Flood Dragon reluctantly nodding, Song Yun was quite satisfied.
“All the women at my place, Meng Ku now has someone he’s pursuing, only you are single, so you’ll have to be the one to watch over this woman.”
“Me?
Why me?
You just said that if such a woman slept near you, it would shorten your life, so why make me take her in?” Black Flood Dragon said in disbelief.
“Are you sure you’re not messing with me?”
“No, I’m pretty serious about discussing this whole matter,” Song Yun replied seriously.
“If I were single, I’d definitely take her back, and Meng Ku would too, but both of us are married now, so we can’t just bring a woman home.”
“When did Meng Ku get married?
Why didn’t I know?
We live in the same house,” Black Flood Dragon shouted hysterically.
“It’s because you haven’t been home these past few days; Meng Ku’s new chick is Xiao Qing’s sister, Xiao Qian.
Now you know,” said Song Yun.
“So this woman is up to you now.”
“Damn, damn, damn, why?” Black Flood Dragon suddenly thought of something, then said with a mischievous smile, “We two don’t speak the same language, maybe she will run away someday, so find someone else.
I think Zhao Yan looks good, and she probably understands Japanese, so I’ll send this woman back to Zhao Yan.”
“That…
I know your language,” the woman lying on the ground whispered timidly.
Well, Song Yun had initially planned to hire a foreign language teacher for these two, but now there’s no need since the woman speaks Chinese.
This makes things a lot easier.
Song Yun patted Black Flood Dragon’s shoulder and said emotionally, “Brother, we should really congratulate you.
Out of all of us, you’re the first to hook up with a foreign chick.
Nice job, very nice.”
“Eastern Country chicks count as foreign?” Black Flood Dragon was on the verge of tears.
If any of his old enemies were in front of him right now, he believed they would suffer a rhythmic death.
“Eastern Country, you see, you’re not well-informed enough about them,” Song Yun laughed.
“The company will allocate a house to you.
You can start moving tomorrow and begin your life for two.”
“I don’t want to,” Black Flood Dragon very reluctantly replied.
“This could ruin the bloodline, and what if this woman shoots me one day?
Who would be responsible then?”
“That…
both my parents are Chinese.
When I was very young, they took me to the Eastern Country to develop, but later they died in a car accident and I was selected by the organization,” the woman interjected, leaving everyone speechless, even Song Yun had to admit this woman’s way of speaking was superb.
“Now you’ve got nothing to say, right?” Song Yun lit a cigarette.
“Treat her right from now on.”
“Damn, I haven’t done anything yet,” Black Flood Dragon said with a sullen face.
“That…” Before the woman could speak, Black Flood Dragon turned and shouted, “Shut up.”
“No worries, keep talking,” Song Yun smirked, now eager to hear what the woman would say next.
“Our Eastern Country women are very conservative.
Once someone has seen our body bare or we’ve given them our first time, we must follow that man loyally,” the woman murmured softly.
Damn, Eastern Country women conservative?
What about those Eastern Country adult films that have benefited countless nerds—are they not made by Eastern Country women?
Seeing the confusion in the men’s eyes, the woman quickly added, “Those women in adult films shouldn’t be confused with women like us.
Some do it out of desperation, others for fame, so they voluntarily use their bodies in exchange for money; we’re different.”
“Oh,” Song Yun nodded.
“So you mean, since you gave your first time to Black Flood Dragon, you’ll stick with him from now on?”
“Yes,” the woman’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s wing flapping, but everyone still heard it.
“This is a woman’s perseverance.
In your Huaxia terms, ‘If you don’t leave, I won’t abandon.'”
Damn, this chick’s quite literary, but Song Yun still wanted to clarify something since it all seemed too smooth, giving him a mental block.
“Even if your organization wants to come after Black Flood Dragon in the future, will you still help him, or will you go back to your organization?”
“I will stay by his side.
‘Husband sings, wife follows’ is also a tradition of our Eastern Country women.
In families from the Eastern Country, women generally don’t have a status, and I just hope Mr.
Black Flood Dragon will treat me well in the future,” the woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply to Black Flood Dragon.
Damn, that was quite a shock to Song Yun, who put out his cigarette, saying, “If I said I could offer you the money for a passport to go back to the Eastern Country now, what would you do?”
“I would commit suicide,” the woman said resolutely.
Song Yun looked her in the eyes for a moment and then said, “Just let her stay with you.
Since you’ll be following Black Flood Dragon from now on, there’s no need for your Eastern Country name anymore.
When ancient Chinese women married, they would often take their husband’s surname, and even though Black Flood Dragon doesn’t have a name, he has a name bestowed by his elders; from now on you’ll take the surname of Black.”
“Okay, I’ll be called Xiao Hei from now on,” the woman excitedly replied.
“Treat her well,” Song Yun struggled to hold back his laughter, and Black Flood Dragon, biting his lips, yelled at Song Yun, “You damn schemer, if it were Zhao Yan standing here instead of me, I don’t believe you’d set him up like this.”
“If you don’t want her, just send her to White Tiger Hall; I don’t really care,” Song Yun shrugged.
He was actually quite aware of the Eastern Country’s customs; otherwise, he wouldn’t have just made Black Flood Dragon personally check Xiao Hei’s body.