Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 274: How Preposterous_1

"I’d rather not," Xiao Ming curled his lips, "The first two are fine, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to control yourself with the last one."

Ding Jianwei snickered: "That comment makes me wonder whether I should laugh at your vanity or criticize you for resorting to DIY despite being surrounded by so many beauties."

"Reputation is a small matter, but losing one’s virtue is serious."

Ding Jianwei suddenly fell silent, turned around, and buried her face in Xiao Ming’s body, quickly making him feel the dampness.

She was actually crying!

"This mission, a friend I got to know at the training base... sacrificed himself..."

Xiao Ming didn’t speak, only stretched his arms out to embrace her.

Actually, it wasn’t as inevitable as he had explained to Gu Tinglan.

Just like he had sorted out Cao Bangxi’s death case with the ten demons from their first encounter, if he truly didn’t want to get involved in Ding Jianwei’s work, there were plenty of reasons and ways to avoid it.

The reason why he was willing to sacrifice a certain degree of freedom for Ding Jianwei was because he couldn’t ignore this woman’s existence.

He could look down on the big shots who stirred up storms in the world; he could despise the glistening officials in the court; he could even question the much-praised heroes and saints.

But what he couldn’t do was to take for granted the sacrifices made by people like Ding Jianwei.

To walk in the darkness, unknown, to save the world without flowers or commendations.

Xiao Ming hated those who fished for fame and compliments, so he was also willing to offer tolerance to Ding Jianwei that was no less than what he offered Zhou Qingyuan.

Soon, the beef noodles arrived. Xiao Ming wheeled the cart to the bedside, even uncorking a bottle of red wine, but only poured a thin layer into Ding Jianwei’s glass.

"Don’t pout, be glad you’ve got something to drink."

"Then you feed me."

Ding Jianwei, having just cried, seemed a little less tough, a bit more vulnerable, as if her age had regressed considerably, embodying a kind of cute inconsistency.

Xiao Ming sighed, picked up a bowl, and brought a chopstickful of noodles to her mouth.

"Did you come here especially because of your injuries, due to the serious matter of Hao Jianwen and Furukawa Jianyi?"

Ding Jianwei bit off the noodles, shook her head while eating: "I just didn’t want to hand you over to someone else. You don’t like being directed by strangers, do you?"

After thinking it over, Xiao Ming curled his lips, "I feel like I’m a hunting dog you’ve let off the leash."

Ding Jianwei laughed heartily, rubbing the top of his head: "Good dog! As a reward, you’re allowed to sleep in bed later."

That night, Xiao Ming did indeed sleep in bed, which caused the whole suite to be enveloped in a low pressure the next morning. Even Xiao Zhimeng, usually all bluster, quietly ate without being picky.

Xiao Bing puffed her cheeks, stirring a plate of French omelet into an unsightly yellow mush in a manner befitting an enemy, the kind that would make one feel nauseated at a glance.

Yang Hanqing watched Xiao Ming the whole time, with a resentful gaze as if he were the contemporary Chen Shimei, who should be dragged out and chopped into Xiao Bing’s omelet.

Out of everyone, only the instigator, Ding Jianwei, was acting like a numb-feeling idiot, eating and drinking comfortably and at ease.

Unable to eat properly, Xiao Ming stood up and went to the study to smoke and deal with official emails from Yun Shi Yu and Zhou Qingyuan.

As the door opened, Xiao Zhimeng poked her head in and asked: "Dad, are you busy?"

"Not busy, come in."

Xiao Ming put out the cigarette and opened the window to air out the room.

The little girl walked up to him, sneakily pulling out two grilled sausages from her pocket, "I snuck these out, hurry up and eat."

Looking at the child’s greasy little hands, Xiao Ming was so moved he nearly cried, hugged her tightly, and kissed her saying, "Mengmeng cares about Dad the most.

Let’s just live with you, me, and Mom - just the three of us in the future. Those heartless people outside, we don’t need them anymore."

"And we need Mother Snow too."

"I was talking about Mother Snow."

"Then what about my mom?"

Xiao Ming found it awkward to imagine a family of four including Gu Tinglan, so he just bit into a sausage and said, "Eat."

"Dad, why are Aunt Qing and Sister Bing angry?"

"Because they don’t like the new Wei," Xiao Ming said.

"Why? Wei is so nice, she even let me secretly touch her gun before dinner!"

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Xiao Ming had never imagined that one day he would come close to choking to death on a sausage.

No, women are good at taking an inch and wanting a mile, you can’t always indulge them.

He picked up Xiao Zhimeng and walked out, standing in the dining room and announced loudly, "Listen up, from now on, Bing is not allowed to throw a tantrum at me out of jealousy.

If Hanqing keeps feigning ignorance and making trouble, I’ll spank you.

And Jianwei, if you don’t want Li to disarm you, keep your messy stuff away from Mengmeng.

Did everyone hear me clearly?"

The dining room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop, and the women didn’t utter a word.

Suddenly, Gu Tinglan couldn’t help but start laughing, which caused Yang Hanqing to laugh too, followed by Xiao Bing, and finally Ding Jianwei.

Except for Xiao Li, who kept a straight face, there was an air of mirth.

Xiao Ming scratched his head.

What’s going on? Has my King’s Dominance lost its power?

"Chairman, I really didn’t expect that after being forced to hide in the study and eat the sausage Mengmeng had in her pocket, the most anger you could muster would be just this.

Hahaha... sorry, I’ve never seen a family head with such ’authority’... hahahaha..."

Gu Tinglan’s words really struck a chord, and the other three women immediately laughed even more heartily.

Ding Jianwei was laughing so hard that she clutched her back, grimacing as if she might bleed on the floor at any moment.

"Dad, what are they so happy about?" Xiao Zhimeng also scratched her head.

"They’re crazy!" Xiao Ming gritted his teeth and said.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Xiao Li got up to answer it, only to see Lu Lichun and a tall young man in a trench coat standing outside.

"Sorry to disturb you so early, sir," Lu Lichun said with an awkward and apprehensive expression. After speaking, she quickly motioned to the young man, "This is the president of Wanhai Investment, Guan Mingrui, Mr. Guan."

Xiao Ming’s gaze sharpened, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

Because Lu Lichun’s husband’s surname was Guan.

"Mr. Xiao, hello, I’ve heard so much about you!" Guan Mingrui was very polite, "I was so eager that I asked Ms. Lu to bring me over early in the morning, and I hope you don’t mind."

"Don’t mention it! Have the two of you had breakfast?" Xiao Ming asked with an indifferent attitude.

"We have," they replied.

"Then let’s go to the study to talk."

Xiao Ming, saying so, bent down to put down Xiao Zhimeng, and headed to the study first.

Guan Mingrui frowned slightly, apparently displeased with the lack of immediate attention but he said nothing.

"Please have a seat."

Once inside the room, Xiao Ming casually gestured to the sofa, and Guan Mingrui took a seat without any hesitation, while Lu Lichun only perched on the edge, clearly uneasy to any observer.

"Mr. Guan," Xiao Ming said, lighting a cigarette, "you didn’t come all this way early in the morning just to see me, did you?"

Guan Mingrui let out a small chuckle, "That’s right. Our company admires Mr. Xiao’s insight, talent, and audacity so much that we believe your company holds a very high investment value.

Therefore, I have taken the liberty of visiting this morning to discuss a potential collaboration with you."

Sure enough, it’s someone seeking a creed under the cover of night.

Lu Lichun’s husband sure has a big appetite, thinking of secretly swallowing up my company and making me work for him?

How absurd!