Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 416 Are You Challenging Me?_1

Jiang Nanxi didn’t hesitate for long this time, silently took out her phone to snap a photo, and sent it off before cautiously asking, "Sir, may I ask what you plan to do?"

Xiao Ming smiled. "Remember when you were worried about the consequences? I told you it wasn’t something you should be concerned about. Do you understand what that means?"

Jiang Nanxi shook her head.

"Qingfeng, explain it to her."

Qingfeng immediately began, "It’s quite simple. You are acting on your uncle’s orders, so any consequences that arise naturally fall on your uncle’s shoulders.

That is to say, Miss Jiang, from now on you just need to do your job without worrying about anything else, because you are no longer alone; your uncle is your strongest supporter."

Xiao Ming smiled in satisfaction.

The greatest strength of the child Qingfeng wasn’t the unfathomable thievery techniques of the Thief Sect, but his intelligence.

He could easily grasp the essence and knew what to say and when, understanding how to supplement others’ words and alleviate their concerns.

Jiang Nanxi’s eyes began to flicker, her lips moved for a long time, and just as she was about to speak, her phone suddenly rang.

Her heart instantly tightened as she answered the call, "Father... Father..."

"Who did it?" The voice from the speakerphone was devoid of any emotion.

"It’s... it’s..."

Xiao Ming reached out his hand to her, and she immediately placed the phone in his palm as if granted a great reprieve.

"I was the one who killed him," Xiao Ming stated directly.

"Who are you?"

"Xiao Ming."

"Should an old man like me know this name?"

"Perhaps not before, but from now on, you must remember it."

"Hmph! It’s been many years since anyone has spoken to me with such audacity," Jiang Zhinian snorted coldly. "Then I might as well give you a chance to explain! Who gave you the gall to kill a member of the Jiang Family?"

"Mr. Jiang is mistaken," Xiao Ming said as he took a cigarette out to light. "I have nothing to explain. However, I do have a question, and I’m curious to know if the elder gentleman would like to hear it?"

"Speak!"

"A mere hound from the Jiang Family’s outer court dared to command and berate a member of my Red Lotus Society as if they were a servant. I would like to know, Mr. Jiang, who gave him such courage?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then Jiang Zhinian asked, "Was it Cui Zhibo who made you do this?"

Xiao Ming chuckled softly. "Since Mr. Jiang can so easily mention Cui Zhibo’s name, it seems you must not take the Red Lotus Society seriously."

"Humph! Just a den of snakes and rats that shun the light, I disdain it," Jiang Zhinian retorted.

"Truly remarkable, as expected of a top-tier Family Head—such grandeur!"

Xiao Ming complimented him, then suddenly changed the topic. "Then, I wonder whether Mr. Jiang disdains or cares for the Cubic Military Defense Company located in Kosoya, and Mr. Edward, with the codename A07?"

Once again, Jiang Zhinian fell silent, and it took him three or four minutes to start speaking again, his voice low. "Who exactly are you?"

"Xiao Ming, merely a businessman."

"What... do you want?"

"That’s more like it! When you make a mistake, you should have the attitude of someone who has made a mistake. Mr. Jiang, being of such an advanced age, surely understands such logic."

Xiao Ming’s face beamed with a brilliant smile. "As for me, I don’t really want much, but Nanxi is my person. The Jiang Family has compelled her to serve without compensation for many years, and that account must be settled clearly.

Unless you publicly acknowledge your father-daughter relationship.

After all, it is heaven-sent for a father to ’use’ his children; talking about money would hurt the feelings, wouldn’t it?"

"You despicable wretch! She dares to..."

"Jiang Zhinian!"

Xiao Ming’s voice was stern as he interrupted, "If you’re hard of hearing because of your age, I can repeat it: Jiang Nanxi is my person!

From now on, anyone who disrespects her will be seen as provoking me.

Now, tell me, are you looking to provoke me?"

The Jiang Family, one of the top-tier families from the first echelon, had connections and power spread everywhere, its influence reaching to the heavens. Even the power players in the capital would have to respectfully address Jiang Zhinian as Elder Jiang.

One can imagine just how complex and exquisite the old man’s feelings and expressions were at that moment.

"Good! Very good! The waves of the Yangtze River push forward the waves before them, and each generation will replace the old. Since I turned forty, I’ve never been threatened so rudely and directly. I didn’t expect to taste that flavor again today."

Jiang Zhinian’s breathing became heavier, his voice as if he were grinding his teeth, "Xiao Ming, I will remember this name!"

"Any words I speak seriously can and will be fulfilled. As you deal with me more, Mr. Jiang, you will come to understand," Xiao Ming stated haughtily. "By tomorrow’s sunset, I expect to see someone from the Jiang Family who has the authority to make decisions in Qingyang.

Otherwise, I will personally come to collect what you owe Nanxi."

"Xiao Ming, young people who hastily take on too much should be cautious not to overestimate their strength," Jiang Zhinian warned menacingly.

"That goes without saying. While I may not be burly, I am fortunate to have the help of several robust elders, so Mr. Jiang need not worry," Xiao Ming replied confidently.

With the phone call ended, Jiang Nanxi also collapsed, her legs giving out as she knelt before the couch, her face a mixture of anxiety, sadness, and confusion.

During the call with Jiang Zhinian, Xiao Ming had put it on speakerphone, allowing her to clearly witness her father, who had always maintained a dignified presence, being forced from his high perch to begrudging submission by Xiao Ming’s words.

She could hardly believe her ears and did not dare to imagine her future fate.

Xiao Ming had cut her off from the Jiang Family. What was she to do with her lifelong obsession? Where should she place her heart now?