Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 290: Is It Sincere?_1

You didn’t have any medicine.

In this world, the only person who could cure my illness was one.

And she was not you.

Xiao Ming really didn’t want to say such hurtful words, but he had to.

Ding Jianwei’s changes had caught him off guard.

This woman smoked, drank, always talked about "getting it on," and, except for serving the country, she looked down upon most of the conventional morals and standards, very much carefree.

In his previous life, Xiao Ming had been such a person, so he knew very well that once Ding Jianwei fell in love, the aggression she released would be stronger than Yun Shi Yu, Zhou Qingyuan, and Yang Hanqing combined.

However, he just hadn’t expected that Ding Jianwei would really fall for him, and so early, so quickly at that.

Unfortunately, the miracle of rebirth made him willingly wear shackles, placing the key in his wife Jiang Xue’s hands. No matter what, he could not respond to Ding Jianwei’s enthusiasm and could only be merciless.

The next morning, Xiao Ming was awakened by Xiao Zhimeng’s screams, still in a daze, when he heard the patter of rapid little footsteps.

The girl threw herself onto the bed and hugged his head, showering him with kisses.

"Daddy, daddy! That teddy bear is so huge! I love it so much! I love you to death, Daddy!"

This was truly the best way to wake up in the world. Xiao Ming stretched out his arms happily, but hugged nothing. Then came another series of pattering steps moving away, accompanied by the girl’s cheerful laughter outside.

Little scamp, can’t she even close the door? I’ll spank her later.

Mumbling, Xiao Ming turned over, planning to go back to sleep, when his face suddenly felt wet, startling him awake instantly.

Xiao Bing was lying by his bed, blinking her big eyes and smiling sweetly at him.

"Merry Christmas, brother! Where’s Bing’s gift? You didn’t forget, did you? I’ll cry to show you!"

"Did you prepare a gift for brother?" Xiao Ming asked with a yawn.

"That kiss just now was it, you know. That was Bing’s first kiss of the day!"

"Your shamelessness really captures my style back in the day."

Scraping the girl’s nose, Xiao Ming pulled a flat, one-foot-square box out from under the pillow, "Take a look and then put it away right away. Don’t let Little Meng see it, and definitely don’t let her play with it, got it?"

"What’s so secretive about this?"

Excited, Xiao Bing opened the box and was immediately dumbstruck, her expression extremely bewildered.

Inside the box were two small, pitch-black handguns, each with a delicate frost pattern engraved on the body, obviously a custom-made style.

Aside from the handguns, the box also contained seven bullets, a silencer, and a set of matching disassembly and maintenance tools, all furnished.

"Brother, why... why are you giving me weapons? Bing is clearly supposed to be a servile doll."

Xiao Bing pouted her mouth, enough to hang an oil bottle on, clearly dissatisfied with the gift.

Xiao Ming, as if he hadn’t seen a thing, ruffled her head and got out of bed, "Whether you like it or not, that’s how it is. If you want something else, wait for your birthday or next Christmas!"

Xiao Bing watched him gloomily until his figure disappeared behind the bathroom door.

In an instant, a bright light burst from the girl’s eyes, her fingers gently touching the pattern on the gun, her expression greedy and thirsting, as if a starving ghost had finally taken an unparalleled beauty home.

After washing up, Xiao Ming walked out of the bedroom, only to be met by Xiao Li coming toward him, holding a book titled "How to Be a Qualified Pooper Scooper."

"Sir, did you write the wrong name on the gift card?"

"What, you don’t like it?"

"I don’t have a cat, and I don’t want one. This book..."

"No, you want one."

Xiao Ming interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for argument, "It’s just that we’re about to leave here, and it’s not safe for a kitten to be in a plane’s cargo hold. So, you’ll have to wait until we get home to receive your Christmas present.

"This book can be considered a teaser then!"

Patting the stunned girl, Xiao Ming made his way to the dining room, glancing back on the way to see Xiao Li clutching the book tightly to her chest, the corner of her mouth seeming to curl up ever so slightly.

Xiao Bing is a little devil, and Xiao Li likes cats; these were some of the things Xiao Ming knew best from his previous life.

There’s a saying that goes, "Give a rose and your hand retains a little fragrance."

Often, the joy of giving is far greater than that of receiving.

Of course, there are also those who aren’t happy receiving gifts, like Yang Hanqing.

The gift Xiao Ming gave her was a pair of deep blue high heels, a limited edition new release from a luxury brand, very pretty, and she liked them, but after seeing the wristwatch Gu Tinglan received, all joy turned into sorrow and grievance.

Apart from Mengmeng, everyone’s gift was very special, no matter how quirky, it represented that Xiao Ming had put thought into it beforehand.

Especially Xiao Bing’s pistol, the difficulty of ordering that and having it shipped to the country is best left unsaid, but just the time alone would take at least a month or two.

This meant Xiao Ming had started thinking about what to give her not long after meeting Xiao Bing.

But what about Yang Hanqing?

Like Gu Tinglan’s, hers was bought from the department store counter, like a boss rewarding his outstanding employees at the end of the year.

Many women are dissatisfied when it comes to men giving gifts; they seem fussy and cause headaches.

In fact, a big part of the reason is not materialism or making things difficult on purpose; sometimes they don’t care whether the gift is expensive, what they care about is whether it’s special, whether it’s unique enough.

At the end of the day, women feel the world with their hearts, and they hope to see the man’s heart as well.

Breakfast was almost finished and Yang Hanqing still hadn’t come out, so Xiao Ming asked Gu Tinglan what was going on.

"She said she’s feeling a bit unwell and wanted to sleep more. I checked her forehead; she wasn’t feverish, nor did she show signs of a cold, maybe she’s just tired," Gu Tinglan said.

Tired?

Ever since Lu Lichun took over as the company president, Yang Hanqing’s work intensity had lessened a lot. Why was she now too tired to get out of bed?

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Ming wiped his mouth, stood up, and knocked on the door of Yang Hanqing’s bedroom, only to hear a voice from inside ask, "What’s up?"

The voice was nasal and stuffy.

Sick?

The thought had barely formed when Xiao Ming shook his head and dismissed it.

With his understanding of Yang Hanqing, if she were really sick, she would definitely have come to him looking pitiful, wanting his care.

Which meant, nine times out of ten, she was crying.

After giving it some thought, Xiao Ming pushed the door open and saw Yang Hanqing face down on her pillow, a pair of high heels placed next to her; he instantly understood everything.

He sighed silently, sat down by the bed, and said, "You don’t have to hide in your room and cry just because you don’t like the gift I gave you.

"You’re grown up now, yet you still act like a child."

"How grown up?"

Yang Hanqing suddenly sat up, her swollen eyes filled with deep grievance.

"Not old, not old at all, I misspoke, my bad, don’t be angry."

Xiao Ming coaxed her, reaching for the box of tissues on the bedside table, but Yang Hanqing wouldn’t take it. When he pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears, she turned her face away.

"Too much! Even if you’re young, you can’t revert to being an unruly kid, can you?"

Yang Hanqing sniffled, "I’ve always gone along with you, and in the end, all I got was a pair of lousy shoes. I might as well try being a brat; maybe I’ll get more that way."

"How can they be lousy shoes? They cost me over a hundred thousand!"

Xiao Ming held the high heels in his hands, stroking the satin and said, "When trying to find out your size, I sneaked a look at your shoes and got caught by Sister Lan. The way she looked at me was like she saw a perv, and for several days straight, she wouldn’t come near me."