The Dragon King Is Pregnant With My Child CHAPTER 31
Chapter 31: The Dragon Palace
Just as Wang Ming was internally ranting and about to start clucking like a chicken, Ao Chen descended from the sky, making a dramatic entrance.
“You’re here?” Ao Chen greeted Wang Ming.
Wang Ming: “…”
Where did this immortal come from? Wang Ming, completely unaware of someone’s presence behind him, felt very confused upon seeing the other’s face.
“I’m here.” Wang Ming composed himself, responding to the greeting with a nod.
“Then, let’s go in.” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
“How…do we go in?” Wang Ming considered.
Though a master bricklayer, he was also an honest man. He absolutely refused to sneak into the scenic area without a ticket.
“Do we buy tickets?” Wang Ming asked in a proper manner.
Ao Chen: “…”
“You took two sea-water orbs from me before, remember?” Ao Chen didn’t answer Wang Ming directly, but asked him a question instead.
“I remember, I’ve been carrying them with me,” Wang Ming nodded, pulling out two ice-blue orbs from his pocket with the air of an old man.
Wang Ming loved these fitness balls; holding them gave him a comfortably cool or warm feeling. They seemed to have some kind of black technology, capable of adjusting their temperature based on his body temperature and will.
For example, when he felt hot, the orbs would become cool, and when he felt cold, they would become warm to the touch.
“In fact, with these two sea-water orbs, you can go to any body of water.” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
The ordinary young man had thus obtained his first magical artifact. Wang Ming followed the tropes and thought,
“Are there any incantations or something?” Wang Ming pondered, adding a few dishes – no, a few passwords – to his mind: stir-fried clams, grilled squid, garlic-sautéed scallops…
Ao Chen: “…”
“You just need to hold the sea-water orbs and imagine your destination.” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
“I’ve never been to the Dragon Palace, I can’t imagine it,” Wang Ming helplessly expressed, his ancestors for eighteen generations having been honest farmers, unable to imagine places he had never seen.
Ao Chen: “…”
“I’ll take you in this time, don’t worry.” Ao Chen said.
“Oh, wait a second, let me see if there are any group discounts on tickets,” Wang Ming said, opening his phone – a slightly better than a basic phone, but still struggling.
Ao Chen: “…”
Without a word, Ao Chen grabbed Wang Ming’s sleeve.
“It’s peak season, there don’t seem to be any discounts…gurgle gurgle gurgle…”
Before Wang Ming could finish, he felt himself enveloped in water.
He instinctively closed his eyes.
Then he felt as if he was surrounded by water, yet not quite, a very unusual sensation. If he had to describe it, it was like being constantly in the rainy season.
Wang Ming: “…”
If I’m constantly in the rainy season, that’s going to be a real problem, Wang Ming thought.
While thinking this, Wang Ming cautiously opened his eyes.
Before him stood a luxurious mansion.
Yes, a very modern mansion in the real estate sense, nothing like the crystal palaces in TV dramas. Wang Ming even thought he might have been brought to a model home in a sales office.
Wang Ming: “…”
Wang Ming looked around, trying to determine if this was a sales office.
Then he looked up and found that what should have been the sky was now clear blue lake water.
Wang Ming: “…”
What the heck?! Wang Ming mentally cursed, instinctively wanting to compose a poem, then remembered he was uneducated, so he could only stare blankly upwards, surprisingly without experiencing the feeling of suffocation that others might have.
Wang Ming had seen tourists in crowded ocean parks on TV, passing through fully transparent underwater tunnels. He wondered if people inside would feel suffocated and was curious to investigate, but since he found out he was broke, he gave up on the idea.
Unexpectedly, today, Wang Ming experienced the feeling of walking in a fully transparent underwater tunnel, apparently adapting well.
On the other side,
Ao Chen seemed to notice Wang Ming’s thoughtful reaction.
“Are you alright?” Ao Chen asked Wang Ming.
Since he didn’t have many ordinary friends, he’d never brought anyone to his mansion. Ao Chen had no reference point for whether Wang Ming could adapt here.
“Yeah, whatever.” Wang Ming considered, and in a short time, seemed to have adapted to the “water as sky” atmosphere.
“Saved money again,” Wang Ming said.
Ao Chen: “…”
“I always wanted to go to that transparent underwater tunnel in the ocean park, to see if I would feel breathless. Now I don’t need to spend money on that,” Wang Ming said, pleased with his free experience.
Ao Chen: “…”
Just when Ao Chen didn’t know how to continue the conversation, his bodyguard, the listless panda, made a dramatic entrance, breaking the deadlock.
“The son-in-law is here?” The listless panda saw Wang Ming and nodded.
“Hello.” Wang Ming also greeted the listless panda, greeting him upon moving in.
“Master, today we’ve established our official residence, should we send notices to everyone and go through the motions?” The listless panda turned to Ao Chen and asked this question.
Wang Ming wasn’t interested in social niceties, so he listened to their conversation halfheartedly, focusing instead on the nearby “model home”.
Wang Ming: “…”
I usually wouldn’t wander around such luxurious sales offices, Wang Ming thought.
But this time, since they invited me, it’s okay, right?
Wang Ming thought this, and didn’t stroll directly inside, but instead casually wandered around within a limited range near him, Ao Chen, and the listless panda.
Wang Ming felt that while the house looked very modern, some of the furnishings retained an antique flavor, creating a subtle sense of temporal dissonance. In design terms…what was it called? Avant-garde?
Wang Ming struggled to recall conversations with professionals he’d encountered while working, but as he hadn’t understood them at the time, he figured his brain had probably filtered them out as useless information. Now, he could only recall a few fragments.
As memories of sales offices flooded Wang Ming’s mind, a voice suddenly rang out beside him.
“Come in and have a seat.”
“How much is this per square foot?” Wang Ming reflexively asked.
Then, he looked over and saw that the person who had just spoken was Ao Chen.
Wang Ming: “…”
Ao Chen: “…”
The listless panda: “…”
“Sorry, I made a mistake,” Wang Ming apologized.
“I just caught a glimpse of you in a black suit and mistook you for a real estate agent,” Wang Ming said honestly.
