Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 1082 - 1085: The Most Tragic Pregnant Woman in History 4

As for the incident where he got drunk and almost hurt himself, Chenxing naturally planned to bury it deep inside, never mentioning it to anyone.

"He seems a bit dependent on you."

Chenxing reached out her hand, poking the back of his hand: "A little brother-complex."

Gu Shaocheng grabbed her mischievous finger, giving it a squeeze. Chenxing tried to pull back, but unfortunately failed—he held her finger firmly in his hand. "Actually, Hua Hua used to live with me."

With a low yet magnetic voice, Gu Shaocheng smiled as he spoke: "He used to live in the side bedroom inside my room."

Chenxing’s eyes widened: "Really?"

He nodded: "But I realized he was too reliant on me, lacking masculinity. Maybe it was because I spoiled this little brother too much, fearing he’d suffer even the slightest harm. I raised him like a fragile flower in a greenhouse, pampering him to the point of indulgence. So, I had him move out, hoping he could become more independent."

Gu Shaocheng said this with a look of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "Unfortunately, his personality is already set. Over the past few years, he hasn’t grown into the kind of person I hoped for—instead, he’s become even more of a worry."

"Baihao and Fengchi both suggested that I send him to the military to toughen him up. I probably should’ve listened to that advice, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was afraid he wouldn’t be able to handle the hardship. I kept thinking, as long as I’m here, he can continue being a privileged, carefree young gentleman."

But now, he couldn’t even take care of himself anymore.

What if one day he was truly gone—no longer around for Hua Hua to rely on? Then Hua Hua would be nothing more than a piece of tender meat. As a man, he was simply too beautiful. Who knows how many wolves with a penchant for pretty boys have been eyeing him, waiting to devour him? If he weren’t under his protection, he’d likely have already been eaten, leaving not even a trace behind.

Such things weren’t unheard of in certain circles.

Take, for example, the delicate little rose in Mexico—once the pampered young master of the Zilma Family. He was spoiled to the extreme, and after the Zilma Family fell, he became a war trophy and was molded into a seductive little demon by Danny from Mexico.

Or the petite daisy in Spain, the young Prince of the Mike family in America... Although he himself was never into pretty boys, in circles like his, many people cared little about gender. After growing bored with women, they often turned their sights on collecting beautiful men. A few of them had even jokingly asked him about this, assuming Hua Hua was his kept pet. Some even offered a high price to buy him.

The first time he heard such things, he almost shot the other party right in the head!

Precisely for this reason, Hua Hua’s chaotic private life frustrated him even more. But scolding Hua Hua was pointless—his words often fell on deaf ears. There were times when his rage boiled over, and he nearly grabbed a whip, wishing he could teach him a hard lesson!

Gu Shaocheng’s face was covered with worry. After pondering for a long time, he said, "Maybe I can’t keep being soft-hearted anymore. It’s time to send him to the military for training. He’s not really lonely—he’s simply incapable of dealing with challenges and is too timid. As a man, if he can’t stand on his own, how will he survive in society? I can’t let him rely on me forever."

Resolutely, Gu Shaocheng hardened his heart: "Don’t concern yourself with Hua Hua’s matters anymore. I’ve decided to send him to the military."

And with that, he seriously began to think about which military unit he should send Hua Hua to—one where his own influence wouldn’t reach. Otherwise, if he found Hua Hua struggling, he might give in to his soft-heartedness, making a call to bring him back, which would surely undo all his efforts.

When it came to Hua Hua, he really couldn’t stop himself from being soft-hearted. Over and over, he folded, completely lacking any boundaries or principles.