Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 309 Good Man and Unqualified Spy_1

As a man, being pursued by a beautiful woman is always a reason to be happy, so even though he was tricked, Xiao Ming wouldn’t really be mad at Lu Lichun.

Besides, if Lu Lichun’s little scheming were between a couple, it would be considered playful.

It was Ye Jin’an who had the discerning eye; with just a sentence, he could tell Lu Lichun was a thoughtful and understanding woman.

Regrettably, happy as he was, Xiao Ming had to be responsible for his wife’s love, so along with the joy came a headache.

Luckily, he was about to leave, and he wouldn’t be coming back if there was nothing to do.

As for the several others at home, all of them combined weren’t as savvy as Lu Lichun alone, and not worth worrying about.

Walking into an apartment building, Xiao Ming took the elevator to the 12th floor and soon after he pressed the doorbell of 1208, a young, round face peeked out from inside.

Xiao Ming handed over a bouquet of flowers, "Good evening, Shizuka. These are for you." fгeewebnovёl.com

The meeting with Ye Jin’an had ended much sooner than expected, and since returning to the hotel seemed like a hassle, he decided to call Furukawa Shizuka beforehand.

Furukawa Shizuka didn’t mind his sudden change of time and directly arranged to meet at her place.

The female spy had removed her usual makeup, bound her long hair simply at the back of her head, and wore an apron over her house clothes, making her appear much more gentle and delicate.

"Thank you! The flowers are beautiful, please come in, Xiao-kun."

Furukawa Shizuka opened the door wide, and once Xiao Ming walked in, she immediately went to the entryway steps and placed a pair of slippers in front of him.

"I thought you’d call me Xiao-san, but you went straight to calling me ’kun.’ Should I be flattered as a matter of courtesy?"

Xiao Ming asked as he changed into the slippers.

Furukawa Shizuka slightly tilted her head, "Is it really just a matter of courtesy?"

Xiao Ming laughed heartily, "Had I known coming to your home would mean hearing such natural jokes, I certainly wouldn’t have waited until tonight."

Furukawa Shizuka’s hand subconsciously tightened and she was pricked by a thorn on the stem of the flowers.

Frowning, she looked at the flowers in her hand, realizing they were not wrapped, just a bare bunch, and somewhat familiar, she asked curiously, "Where did you get these flowers, Xiao-kun?"

"I didn’t buy them, I picked them from the flower bed downstairs just before coming up," Xiao Ming replied nonchalantly.

Furukawa Shizuka chuckled, "Does this mean you know I prefer women and you pose no threat, so you didn’t bother to make an effort?"

Xiao Ming shook his head without answering, walked into the living room, sniffed, and said, "Shizuka, are you planning to make tempura? The oil smells really hot."

"Ah! Make yourself at home, Xiao-kun, there’s barley tea on the coffee table. Please, don’t be shy."

Furukawa Shizuka rushed into the kitchen in a fluster.

Xiao Ming squinted at her retreating figure, sat down on the couch, poured himself a cup of tea, and looked around.

The apartment was a not-so-large one-bedroom with a living room, about forty or fifty square meters, decorated simply and with a monochrome palette in the Fusang domestic timber style; it was cozy but slightly outdated for a young lady.

Next to the sofa on a low table was a picture frame with a photo of two young girls. The pretty one was Furukawa Shizuka, and the other looked ordinary, but both shared the same sweet smile, filled with happiness.

Beyond that, there were no other picture frames in the room.

"Can I smoke?" Xiao Ming asked Furukawa Shizuka, who was in the semi-open kitchen.

"Of course," Furukawa Shizuka replied without turning her head, "There’s an ashtray under the coffee table, just help yourself."

Xiao Ming took out the ashtray and noticed several magazines beside it, nearly all related to interior design, and casually picked one to flip through.

Soon, accompanied by a fragrant aroma, Furukawa Shizuka knelt beside the coffee table with a tray, carefully setting down the bowls and plates.

With a serene expression and gentle movements, it’s hard to believe she’s a spy; she looks more like the typical housewife one might see in Fusang.

After returning the tray to the kitchen and fetching a bottle of beer, Furukawa Shizuka finally sat down opposite Xiao Ming. As she poured the beer, she said, "It’s been a long time since I’ve cooked, and I don’t know if it suits your taste, Xiao Ming. Please bear with me."

Xiao Ming smiled, "Having Shizuka cook for me, I’ve already struck it lucky tonight. It’s just a bit strange to think that beneath the beauty lies a man’s flesh and bones."

Furukawa Shizuka gave him a reproachful look, "Xiao Ming, you keep emphasizing this point over and over; it’s hard not to suspect that you are trying to reassure yourself.

What’s the matter, has Shizuka become so beautiful that it endangers your moral sense as a good man?"

"Who knows?" Xiao Ming shrugged. "No one can be certain about their future, but I’m content knowing that as of today, I am still a good man."

"Then let’s toast to today’s good man."

The two clinked glasses and each took a sip of beer. Xiao Ming picked up a piece of fried pork cutlet, dipped it in sauce, and put it in his mouth. Moments later, he raised his eyebrows in approval.

"Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside; it’s not greasy at all. Shizuka, you’ve completely transformed my image of a spy tonight, and I’m starting to doubt that what happened in the archives that evening even occurred."

Remembering the slap she had received that night, a cold glint flickered in Furukawa Shizuka’s eyes, followed by a somewhat forlorn sigh, "You just said today that I’m not cut out to be a spy."

"What I say doesn’t matter; it depends on what you think in your heart."

Furukawa Shizuka fell silent, staring at her glass, lost in thought.

Xiao Ming didn’t rush her and picked up a piece of tempura shrimp, savoring the delicacy as his brows relaxed.

To make fried food this refreshing, regardless of whether Furukawa Shizuka viewed him as a man or not, she had certainly received the meticulous upbringing of a Yamato Nadeshiko.

In terms of the anime realm, it’s also known as bride training.

After a while, Furukawa Shizuka took a sip of beer and said, "Actually, my dream was to become an interior designer."

"Is that so!" Xiao Ming smiled, "Then my ’good man’ image is truly in danger. Because my wife is an interior designer."

"Really?"

"I wouldn’t lie to you, or I’d be a puppy."

Furukawa Shizuka’s eyes sparkled brightly, "That’s such a coincidence. I can hardly wait to meet your esteemed wife!"

"Uh... it’s possible to meet her, but I warn you, don’t get any ideas about my wife, or I’ll get angry."

Furukawa Shizuka giggled coyly, "Don’t all men enjoy watching two women together in bed?"

Xiao Ming nodded, "I don’t know about others, but I certainly do, although there’s a prerequisite."

"What’s that?"

"If one of them is my woman, then the other must also be my woman."

Furukawa Shizuka pouted, "Be careful Xiao Ming, your fox tail is showing!"

Xiao Ming watched her intently, "Just like I always emphasize that deep down, Shizuka is a man, you seem to be very concerned about whether I’m a good man or not.

This makes me curious, do you hope the answer is yes, or no?"

Furukawa Shizuka’s demeanor flickered for a moment before settling down as she earnestly said, "Professionally, I hope you’re not, but personally, I hope you are."

"So," Xiao Ming pointed at the dishes in front of him, "tonight’s dinner is part of a mission, then?"

"Yes," Furukawa Shizuka candidly replied, "My father hopes that I can get you drunk and make you stay here."