Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 390 I Want to Become a Saint_1

"That was specially prepared for you."

Sophie gritted her teeth, "It’s laced with lethal poison."

Xiao Ming laughed heartily, "To dare mention ’poison’ before my precious Mingyue. Miss Su, I’m really worried about your intelligence!

Instead of glaring at me, you might want to take a look at your own shoulder."

Sophie froze, then felt a cool sensation under her left ear. She carefully turned her head to look and instantly felt numb all over.

There, lying on her shoulder, was a foot-long red centipede, its two feelers quivering ceaselessly, appearing extremely sinister.

There aren’t many women in the world who aren’t afraid of snakes and insects. Sophie turned so pale she was nearly transparent, stiff as a board, not daring to move an inch, sweat beading on her forehead.

"Mingyue," Xiao Ming sipped the soup from inside his bun, "Uncle is having a meal with a valued guest, scaring someone to the point of wetting their pants would be inappropriate."

Mingyue moved her little mouth, revealing a slender bamboo tube, and began to blow into it.

With a hissing sound, the centipede quickly crawled down Sophie’s body and onto the floor.

Sophie’s eyes flashed with ferocity, her foot ready to stomp.

"Are you certain that’s the only one on you?"

Xiao Ming slurped up his noodles noisily, not even bothering to look up. Sophie’s foot, however, couldn’t come down, no matter what. She could only watch helplessly as the centipede disappeared under the coffee table.

"Now I see why Mr. Xiao rose to power so quickly," Cui Zhibo spoke up, "When it comes to manipulating people’s hearts, you’re no worse than those of us who dabble in deceits."

"So, Mr. Cui should step aside."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Cui Zhibo, Sophie, and Qingfeng freeze, but even Mingyue was so shocked that her mouth fell open.

Because she finally understood, the condition for Xiao Ming to join the Red Lotus Society was to replace Cui Zhibo.

He wanted to be Saint!

How was that possible?

Had Uncle lost his mind?

What kind of leader would offer up their own position just to attract a subordinate?

Just as Mingyue was entertaining such a thought, she saw Cui Zhibo lay down his chopsticks and begin to laugh.

"It turns out, Mr. Xiao asked to meet me just for some amusement at my expense."

Standing behind him, Sophie was tense all over, ready to throw herself into a desperate fight at his command.

"You have a way with words." Xiao Ming chewed on his bun, his smile crafty, "I’m amusing myself with you, not the Saint."

Cui Zhibo’s expression turned serious, "Merely with an Ancient Appraisal Association?"

"No fewer than two A-rank big shots from the Infinite Society, plus a third-rate house that, although trivial, holds considerable influence on the border," Xiao Ming replied.

Once again, Cui Zhibo fell silent.

Quite evidently, if Xiao Ming’s promise was genuine, then the strength of the Red Lotus Society was sure to rise to another level.

And to exchange these generous conditions for a nominal but powerless stand-in position, the Saint might very well agree.

Picking up the cigar from the ashtray, which was about to go out, Cui Zhibo took a few hard puffs, quickly shrouding his entire face in smoke.

"Have we met before?" he asked.

We have.

Internally responding so, Xiao Ming shook his head, "No."

"Then why does Mr. Xiao harbor such a strong intent to kill me that you specifically called me here to inform me in person?"

Xiao Ming suddenly lost his appetite, tossed aside his chopsticks, and said while wiping his mouth, "You’re a well-known philanthropist in the country. I heard that you personally sponsor more than thirty orphanages, spread across various locations.

So, I really want to tear out your heart and see if you’ve ever counted how many children were sent into the arms of the rich and powerful, and how many of those kids cried out ’Daddy Cui, save me’ as they died."

As he spoke, Xiao Ming’s voice lost all warmth, each word as if laden with shards of ice.

"Cui Zhibo, do you think I’m offering such generous terms just to kill you and take over as a stand-in? Then you’re overestimating yourself and underestimating me.

Go back and tell the Saint that if he wants me, Xiao Ming, to work for him, he must give up all businesses involving children.

Otherwise, I will immediately cease all activities and focus all my resources on fighting him and the Red Lotus Society, until I die or reduce him to ashes!"

Cui Zhibo clenched his fist, crushing the cigar in his hand.

"Mr. Xiao is quite outspoken. Aren’t you worried the Saint might hear you?"

Xiao Ming tossed the cigar into the noodle soup and sneered, "You’re just a dog. Do you have the guts to twist my message?"

Cui Zhibo narrowed his eyes, "You’re so passionate and articulate, yet what you seek is nothing more than the qualifications to be a dog."

"Ha! An insect in summer cannot discuss ice with me. I am a human being, and wherever I go, I remain standing as a human being!

Qingfeng, show the guest out!"

Having said that, Xiao Ming got up and walked back to the bedroom, not bothering to see who was coming towards him; he reached out, took the face in his hands, and deeply kissed it.

In the living room, Cui Zhibo’s expression fluctuated.

Qingfeng stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Mr. Cui, this way, please!"

"Nonsense!"

Sophie was furious, ready to strike, but Cui Zhibo had already stood up.

"Is your uncle always this impulsive in his actions?" he asked Qingfeng as they walked away.

He was extremely composed, showing no sign of anger, but rather casually asked Qingfeng a question as they left.

"My uncle is a man of strong principles," Qingfeng obediently replied, "just like he can be ruthless in making money, but would never use patriotism as a marketing ploy.

The money earned with human dignity is the only money that can be spent in peace."