She Got Pregnant After a One Night Stand with a Werewolf

Chapter 178

(Timeline, the day Gray Tail got married.)

Inside the lively and beautiful little villa, the air was filled with the joy of the wedding ceremony. As night gradually fell, the guests slowly departed.

Cang Ling was also about to turn and leave when Gray Tail's voice came from behind: "Knife Scar Face Uncle."

"What is it?" Cang Ling turned around. He had at least tidied himself up today, wearing a black suit. His naturally curly hair, usually disheveled like it had been struck by lightning past his ears, was now neatly combed and parted in the middle. His rugged features and calm, sea-like gaze made him look sophisticated, a far cry from his usual slovenliness.

After the fallen Wolfman's attack on Nanfeng Courtyard, the younger wolf pack members all knew that Knife Scar Face Uncle was a formidable pure brown Wolfman.

Thus, his tousled deep brown hair, hanging past his ears like it had been deliberately dyed, usually covered the scar on his brow and his weathered gaze when left untended.

If you stared at his face intently, you would feel a slight jolt.

Gray Tail, dressed in a white suit with a flower on his lapel, still had a hint of youthful innocence on his handsome face that had yet to fade. As the saying goes, "a joyous occasion brightens the spirit," and this young Wolfman exuded more charm than usual.

"Uncle..." Gray Tail pursed his lips, his tone serious. "Thank you."

Cang Ling raised an eyebrow, as if surprised that the brat had suddenly become sensible.

"I will remember you," Gray Tail said, then added, "Alcohol is not good, drink less of it." Without waiting for a response, he turned and left.

Cang Ling let out a mocking laugh and said, "Kid, live well and listen to your wife."

Gray Tail didn't turn back but said, "I know."

Cang Ling didn't mind and chuckled as he turned to leave.

At the moment he turned, his gaze fell on the distance, and he paused.

A short-haired woman in a black dress was bidding farewell to the bride, laughing heartily with a charming and handsome expression on her face.

After all, she was the bride's sister, bearing some resemblance.

If the bride was beautiful and gentle like water, then her sister was beautiful and sharp like a blade.

The short-haired woman seemed to sense someone's gaze and looked over. Cang Ling instinctively turned his head away, his hair covering his face. For some reason, the usually composed man appeared flustered at that moment.

"Sister Dao, drive slowly, or should we give you a ride?" someone asked.

"I haven't had a drink, it's fine," Sister Dao replied with a joke that made Zhou Ziyou blush. Then Sister Dao got into the driver's seat and drove off.

Cang Ling stood there for a few seconds before walking away, his steps suddenly feeling heavier.

His memory flashed back to when he was in his pure wolf form, crouched on the lawn as she stroked his head and gently said, "Cang, this is my sister. You can't bite her."

The little girl, just over ten years old, had recently returned from abroad, wearing a princess dress and curiously staring at him.

"Sister, this is a wolf, such a big wolf. Big Brother was right, there is a huge wolf at home."

"Luoluo is so smart. His name is Cang."

"Mom said Cang was the wolf you found, Sister?"

"That's right, isn't your sister amazing?" The eighteen-year-old girl, who had never attended school due to her condition, still had an innocent expression like a delicate, beautiful flower.

Her entire education took place at home, and her world was so small that when she went out once a year, she found and nursed a large wolf back to health. The wolf then completely trusted her, and she found an interesting way to combat her loneliness.

"Mom and Dad have agreed to let me keep him. Luoluo, you must be friendly with my Cang too. He is my friend."

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Cang Ling walked along the road, leaving the villa area and entering a long stretch of road surrounded by flowers, grass, and trees. Since Wolfmen couldn't conveniently live in crowded cities, Zhou Ziyou had purchased a house in this area after becoming wealthy to address that issue.

Cang Ling had no urgent matters at Nanfeng Courtyard, so he strolled slowly.

After some time, he caught the scent of gasoline, which grew stronger as he proceeded.

Soon after, a silver sports car that had crashed into a roadside willow tree came into view.

It was the same car he had seen not long ago.

Cang Ling's eyes widened, and in an instant, he swiftly leaped to the car's side.

In the driver's seat, the short-haired woman who had been laughing moments ago was covered in blood, her eyes closed, her condition unknown.

This scene felt like it had just happened yesterday.

Cang Ling felt a familiar, bone-chilling pain. For a moment, he thought time had rewound to that year.

But he was no longer the person he was back then, who would merely lose control, grow ears and a tail, and howl in anguish.

He struggled to remain calm, sensing the woman's breathing. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and deep, "Luoluo..."

After uttering those two words, he seemed to recall something and abruptly stopped.

He didn't call out again but took out his phone and dialed 120 for emergency services.

He stood guard by her side until the ambulance arrived. As the medical professionals efficiently transported the injured Dao Luo away, he retreated into the forest and left.

Late at night, Dao Luo emerged from the operating room with her head bandaged, her condition not too serious but requiring half a month of rest and recovery.

Her mother hugged her, crying, "I told you not to drive! You never listen to me. You're all going to be the death of me!"

Dao's elder brother spoke up, "No driving for a year."

However, Dao Luo seemed lost in thought and asked, "Mom, who sent me to the hospital?"

Her daughter had just been injured, yet she asked this question first. Dao's Mom replied impatiently, "The ambulance! Who else did you think?"

"Then... who called the ambulance?"

Dao's Mom immediately said, "That's right, we should thank the kind person who did that."

Dao Luo's expression grew pensive. At that moment, she thought she had heard someone approach the car and stare at her, calling her childhood nickname.

That voice sounded familiar, making her feel uneasy.

"Mom, did my second sister..."

"She was asleep at that hour. Do you think she drives herself like you?"

"I meant, did she not remember anything?"

Dao's Mom's expression changed slightly. "What could she possibly remember? There's nothing. Don't mention such nonsense and disturb her."

"How could I disturb her? I can barely protect her."

She just...

She suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, where's my phone?"

"Didn't anyone pick it up for me at the scene?"

Dao Luo remembered that at the moment of the car accident, her phone seemed to have flown out.

And at the quiet forest edge, Cang Ling was about to leave. Someone had towed away the crashed car and cleaned up the scene. The kid should be okay. He was about to teleport away when

a phone ring suddenly went off.

It wasn't his.

His gaze fell upon the bushes ahead, and he walked over.

On the flashing phone screen, the caller ID read "Sister".