Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 430: The Man’s Enemy_1

Nothing in life is absolute.

Just like how you can’t win the lottery even if you can foresee the future, as long as people are involved in something, there’s a chance for deviation.

Looking at the gunpowder, Xiao Ming broke out in a cold sweat and remembered that he had met Jiang Yueli seven or eight years later in his past life; all his knowledge about the top assassin was based on that time.

He only remembered that Jiang Yueli liked to tease his targets with a blank cartridge but had no idea when this preference had developed.

Which meant, the fact that he hadn’t died after five shots was purely damn luck!

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "Qingfeng, remind me often from now on, ’don’t show off when it’s unnecessary.’"

Jiang Nanxi blinked and suddenly burst into laughter.

"What?" Xiao Ming glared at her, "You’re so happy seeing me make a fool of myself?"

Jiang Nanxi shook her head, her eyes curving like crescent moons, "I just suddenly discovered that sir is not infallible, which is somewhat cute."

"Then you must have some misunderstanding about ’cute.’"

Stop talking nonsense and get your people to clean up this mess immediately."

After dinner, returning to the room, he found only Yang Hanqing there; Zhou Qingyuan had already left.

"Meng’s song has entered the final stage," explained Yang Hanqing. "Qingyuan values this project highly. Not only is she supervising the production team, she’s also personally in charge of the promotional preparations, practically doing everything herself.

So, she will be extremely busy up until the New Year. Knowing that I was coming today, she squeezed out a half-day holiday; originally, she just planned to have lunch with you, but then..."

Xiao Ming immediately felt a sense of guilt, pulled out his phone, and looked up Zhou Qingyuan’s number. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided not to call.

"Am I in the wrong?" he asked.

Yang Hanqing shook her head: "From your perspective, the colder you are, the more correct you are. If there is a mistake, it’s that you two should not have met and got to know each other."

Xiao Ming helplessly collapsed on the sofa.

Such is life; whether you’ve lived it once before or know a great deal, you still can’t have everything go your way.

"I’m almost done with my business in Qingyang..." he said.

"Then you can leave at any time. There’s no need to stay just to keep me company," she interrupted.

Yang Hanqing cut him off: "Although I don’t mind being taken care of by you, if it’s because of your guilt towards another woman, forget it!"

"What... what are you all after?" Xiao Ming scratched his head in irritation.

"I don’t know about the others, but all I want is someone to rely on," she replied.

Yang Hanqing’s expression was calm, neither happy nor angry, as if she wasn’t talking about herself.

"Why must it be me?" he asked.

"That’s a question for the heavens. To quote a line from a movie: ’There’s no reason for liking someone,’"

Xiao Ming sighed to the heavens, then jumped up with a kip-up, "Whatever! Qingfeng, pack up, we’re going home!"

"Xiao..." Yang Hanqing called out to him, her voice tinged with unease, "Have I made you unhappy?"

Xiao Ming responded with a bitter smile, "So many beautiful and good women like me, what right do I have to be unhappy?"

Yang Hanqing stepped up to him, tilted her head back, eyes soft and watery: "Ever since the day we met, I have never defied you, and I never will in the future.

If my presence bothers you, please be sure to tell me.

I... I will leave on my own."

Xiao Ming looked at her deeply for a moment, then shook his head: "I’ve been fooled by your subservient appearance. Of all the girls around me, you’re the one with the most tricks up her sleeve!

Trying to provoke my compassion at a time like this, aren’t you afraid I might just push you away outright?"

"You scared me!"

Yang Hanqing exhaled deeply, patting her ample chest, "I thought your heart was even harder than a stone.

Now I know, and I can finally rest assured."

"What do you know?" Xiao Ming was confused.

Yang Hanqing didn’t answer but stepped back, her smile blooming like a flower: "I wish you a smooth journey, Mr. Xiao the chairman."

Xiao Ming looked at Yang Hanqing with a dazed expression, suddenly feeling that the one being manipulated wasn’t her.

A woman is always a man’s greatest enemy!

Since Mingyue was staying behind to protect Furukawa Shizuka and Yang Hanqing, only Xiao Ming and Qingfeng headed home.

Over three hours later, as they faced the setting sun dipping in the west, the car approached the underground garage entrance of Kanjiang No. 1. Just as they were about to enter, a Volkswagen Santana drove out from inside, passing by them.

As the priciest residential area of Longyin, those who could afford a house in Kanjiang No. 1 were naturally either rich or noble. One wouldn’t claim that the garage was rife with luxury cars, but it was indeed rare to see one of the Santana’s class.

Therefore, Xiao Ming took an extra look.

Behind the tinted windows of the Santana was a woman who seemed vaguely familiar, wearing sunglasses as she drove.

"Uncle, is there a problem?" Qingfeng asked, stepping on the brakes.

After a moment’s thought, Xiao Ming said, "No problem, I might just be seeing things."

Qingfeng released the brake and drove into the garage. After rounding two bends, they saw a scuffle up ahead. Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle, it’s Aunt Li."

Xiao Ming looked up and saw a young woman, resembling a housewife, grabbing the arm of a young girl and speaking angrily about something, with a boy around seven or eight years old standing behind her.

The girl, with a cool and detached expression, was Xiao Li.

As they got closer, the shrill voice of the woman became clear.

"...Just by looking at you, one can tell you’re a shameless vixen! Slut, tell you what, unless you kneel down and apologize to my son, this isn’t over..."