Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 277 Civilization and Savagery_1

Late December in Lingnan finally turned pleasant, with Christmas elements everywhere on the streets. At night, neon lights lit up, and lovers strolled through the joyous music, creating a festive atmosphere.

A car slowly left the main road and turned into Consulate Street, where the Christmas vibe was even stronger.

In the car, Xiao Ming was wearing a black suit and occasionally twisted his neck, looking quite uncomfortable.

Even after two lifetimes, he still wasn’t used to wearing a bow tie and firmly believed the person who invented this thing absolutely had masochistic tendencies. It wasn’t enough for them to wear a dog collar; they had to make everyone else follow suit, truly a master of playing with people.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t yet reached the level where he could ignore the rules of the world. For formal occasions, he had to conform.

Today wasn’t Christmas but the 23rd, a small day of the Heaven’s Length Festival.

After the last scare, Hao Jianwen didn’t flee but obediently handed over the money and the company to Chen Tianyou and Tang Qingbai and started living a "retired" life. freewebnσvel.cѳm

But just a few days later, the small day Consulate sent an invitation to Xiao Ming, inviting him to attend the Heaven’s Length Festival charity dinner that evening.

So, here he was, and of course, his female companion had to be Ding Jianwei—no amount of jealousy from Yang Hanqing and Xiao Bing could change that.

"Do you know how the small day’s Heaven’s Length Festival came about?"

Ding Jianwei leaned against Xiao Ming’s shoulder, looking at the colorful lights outside the window, her voice lazy, as if she were about to fall asleep.

Maybe it was because of the injury, but she had recently softened up a lot both inside and out compared to her usual tough and fierce image, which was very unusual for Xiao Ming.

Especially now, this idle chit-chat was something he would never have imagined from her before.

"How else could it have come about? Isn’t every traditional thing from the small days learned from our Han Country?"

He curled his lip and said, "If I remember correctly, Heaven’s Length Festival should be Emperor Tang Ming’s birthday, Li Longji.

That was the most prosperous period in ancient Han Country, and also the era most admired by the small days, so they took it back to flatter the Emperor on his birthday."

"You sure know a lot of random stuff."

"No, I searched it up online after receiving the invitation."

Ding Jianwei chuckled lightly, "I find that sometimes when men are shameless, they’re kind of cute."

Xiao Ming rolled his eyes, "Got it, I’ll change."

Ding Jianwei playfully hit him, straightening up to adjust her evening gown.

Xiao Ming’s eyes inadvertently glanced over, and he found himself not wanting to look away.

Ding Jianwei, who was always running around outside, sun and wind weathered, naturally didn’t have skin as well-cared for as the flowers in a greenhouse, but when it came to being toned, she was no worse than any young girl.

She didn’t give off the same soft and tender vibe as Yang Hanqing. If Xiao Ming were to describe her with one word, it would be "bouncy."

"I let you look all you wanted last night and you didn’t bother, now you’re acting like a sneak thief," Ding Jianwei didn’t even lift her face, "If you have a voyeuristic fetish, just say it, I’ll try to discreetly provide some perks for you."

Xiao Ming’s face turned a shade of red, touching his nose, "I only have one fetish, and that’s ’security fetish.’

Only when I’m certain there’s no danger, can I be a normal man."

"What about when there’s danger?"

"I’m a husband."

"Here we go again!"

Ding Jianwei lifted her eyelids to glare at him, "Can’t you go a day without mentioning your wife?"

"Uh... Comrade Ding Jianwei, your last comment fits the image of a green tea ’other woman.’ That’s not good, I hope you can correct that soon."

"I get ’other woman,’ but what does green tea mean?"

Dammit, he forgot the sea banquet hadn’t started yet.

To avoid being questioned relentlessly, Xiao Ming reached over and touched the slit in Ding Jianwei’s gown, asking, "Did you strap something to your thigh?"

"What are you binding?"

"Gun holsters, darts, daggers, or something like poison injectors; that’s what female spies in movies do at banquets."

Ding Jianwei, with a full head of black lines, said irritably, "I’ve got a grenade hidden in my chest, want to see?"

Xiao Ming was taken aback, but then burst into laughter, leaving Ding Jianwei baffled.

"Are you sick?"

Xiao Ming continued to laugh and shake his head, but couldn’t say anything.

The "tradition" of hiding grenades in one’s crotch hadn’t even happened yet; feeling lonely as the only person in the world who understood these jokes.

In the midst of their laughter, they arrived at the consulate.

After Xiao Li showed the invitation to the guard, she slowly drove the car into the compound, and parked in a spot directed by the greeters.

Before getting out of the car, Xiao Ming took a book from the pocket behind the front seat and handed it to Xiao Li.

"You’ll have to wait here for quite a while. If you get bored, use this to pass the time."

Xiao Li looked at the "World’s Pet Cat Atlas" in her hands and flashed a look of bewilderment, saying, "Sir, I can sit motionless for three days and three nights without needing to read."

"I can’t, just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable. So, to make me feel better, just suffer through it and take a look."

Smiling at the girl, Xiao Ming then got out of the car with Ding Jianwei.

"If you don’t change your habit of being so gentle with everyone, Jiang Xue will have more and more rivals in the future," Ding Jianwei said, linking her arm with his.

"Really? Why are women all sensitive spots from head to toe? Doesn’t that make life impossible?

Li is my sister; can’t I be a bit warmer and nicer to her?"

Ding Jianwei shook her head: "Suit yourself, I’m not Jiang Xue, not my concern."

When they reached the entrance to the banquet hall and showed the invitation again, the greeter bent at a thirty degree angle: "Mr. Xiao, welcome, please come in!"

"See?"

As they entered the hall, Xiao Ming spoke, "He greeted only me, didn’t even mention ’lady’ before you, let alone acknowledge you.

It shows that while the little Japanese have many courtesies, those are just behavior norms, and it doesn’t mean they are truly polite."

"Fusang has always been a country with a strict social hierarchy, and women generally have a low status there; it’s quite normal."

"So then, should I be a civilized person from a great country who understands courtesy tonight? Or should I treat them with their own medicine and be a rude barbarian?"

Ding Jianwei looked up in surprise, saw a cold smile at the corner of his mouth as he looked forward, and just as she followed his gaze, she saw a person rushing over.

"Mr. Xiao, I’ve long admired your reputation. It’s a great honor to meet you today!"

The man was not old, around thirty, with a gentle appearance, a typical Japanese pretty boy, speaking with a strange accent, neither literary nor colloquial—it was Furukawa Jianyi.

"Oh, my apologies!"

Arriving in front of Xiao Ming, he stood up straight to bow: "I am Furukawa Jianyi, currently the Head of Business Intelligence at Fusang Optical Co., Ltd.’s Lingnan branch.

Nice to meet you for the first time, please take good care of me!"

"Oh, hello!"

Xiao Ming replied nonchalantly, and then pointed to Dong Jingyi and Dong Chenghua, father and son, who were not far behind him: "Are they also guests tonight?"

Furukawa Jianyi, not understanding why, nodded: "Yes."

"Goodbye!"

Xiao Ming, pulling Ding Jianwei, turned around and walked away.