2437: Give me a grandchild soon. (2)

Give me a grandchild soon. (2)

What his father said was true, though. Other than Alice, he had barely befriended other ladies since he was young.1

It was not because he had no interest in women; rather, all his attention had been poured into the company's matters, so he was unconcerned about the affairs of the heart.

The older man could not figure out his son at this point. Staring at the young man as if he were a block of wood, the middle-aged man asked askance, "Don't you need women?"

Gong Jie snorted. "No."

His father let out a long, meaningful hum of acknowledgment while casting a judging look at him. "Don't you have any biological needs?"

"Cough."

Embarrassment had him turning his body slightly away and tilting his head down to let his fringe hide his deep-set eyes, which were looking elsewhere instead of his father. "I settle it on my own."

That reply, however, amused his father to no end. "You settle it on your own?"

"Cough!"

Feeling more embarrassed now, he tried to offer an explanation. "I don't often have any special needs."

Alas, his explanation only made things worse; his father's imagination ran wild at that.

No special needs?

How's that possible?

Being a man myself, how can I not know?

Is this dumbblock asexual or undeveloped?

That couldn't be, though.

I remember him being well-endowed that time we shared a bath when he was eighteen. He's a fully-developed young chap.

He was worried sick for his son. As he rubbed his fingers on his chin, his gaze roamed across a certain body part of his son.

The young man followed his line of sight, only to be shocked when he realized that his father was staring at his lower abdomen. His countenance swiftly darkened as he blandly said, "I'm taking my leave if you don't have any other orders for me. I have other business to attend to." With that, he turned around and walked toward the door.

It prompted his father into ordering, "Hold on!"

He did not stop, though.

His father proceeded to throw a Phoebe zhennan bead bracelet at him.

"Hold it right there! You hear me?"

Only then did he turn around, but the young chap was clearly feeling somewhat irritated. "What other orders do you have?"

Gong Shaoying suddenly stood up and walked over to his son's side. While he held his son in scrutiny, he noticed the latter knitting his brows in irk with his eyes closed. His cheeks were stained pink, too.

Fancy that incompetent brat blushing so hard over such matters. How useless!

"Tsk! Why is your face so red?"

"…"

He patted his son's shoulder sympathetically. "I was already a father when I was your age, yet you haven't even had your first taste of women yet. Such a pity."

Who needs your pity?

A long, heavy sigh escaped his throat before he solemnly advised, "Man up, son, and give this old man a grandchild to play with."

…That's not something that I can magically make appear.

The younger one blandly retorted, "First, I need someone who's willing to bear my child in order for you to have a grandchild."

He spoke curtly to his son with a frown, "There's no lack of women who are willing to bear your children. The queue is long enough to reach Siberia from here. The problem lies with you."

After a brief moment of silence, he commented with his eyes narrowed into slits, "I noticed that you're quite on close terms with Alice. That lassie's a good choice."

"Alice?"

Gong Jie could not help but shudder at the thought of that woman's face. "She's a terror. The way she cuts her steak is as though she's dissecting a corpse. No way will I choose her—not even if she's the last woman on Earth!"

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