Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 395 How did you survive until now_1

An Kefang’s eyes instantly lit up.

"Grandpa, is what Xiao Ming said true? You were forced into it, right?"

An Xianhe didn’t answer.

The light in the girl’s eyes dimmed momentarily before tears welled up, and, grasping Xiao Ming’s sleeve, she said sadly, "Mr. Xiao, what on earth is going on?"

Xiao Ming smiled at her, "Call me brother, and I’ll tell you."

An Kefang’s mind went blank for a split second, her emotions interrupted, and she didn’t even know if she should continue crying.

"Bro... brother Xiao?"

"Good! Remember to be sweeter next time," he said.

After patting the back of the girl’s hand, Xiao Ming turned back to face An Xianhe, "The situation is actually not complicated at all. You can’t figure it out because you’ve made the assumption that ’grandpa is a good person.’

In fact, though he wasn’t the one in charge, no one forced him; he merely followed orders. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Of course, he was all too willing to do so in his heart."

"Who could command my grandpa?" An Kefang asked, her eyes wide and lashes wet with a dangling tear, quivering.

Xiao Ming handed her a tissue, "It wouldn’t be fun to reveal the person behind the scenes just yet. The big boss always needs a more intimidating entrance, right?

That’s enough of the million-dollar question. Sit tight, pay attention, and the answers will reveal themselves.

Isn’t that right, An elder?"

The disdain that had been on An Xianhe’s face had long since disappeared as he sipped his tea and asked, "Mr. Xiao, have you always been so presumptuous?"

Xiao Ming shrugged, "It doesn’t matter anymore. Hurry up and say it, what do I have to give to trade for my own life?"

The wrinkles between An Xianhe’s brows tightened again.

Xiao Ming was all alone and in his territory, like a fish on the chopping block with no chance of escape.

Yet why was he still so calm, even disdainful?

Shouldn’t the situation be wholly under my control? Why does he seem to see through everything as if he’s orchestrating it all?

Is it just bluster?

Or is there another plan?

An ominous feeling began to stir within An Xianhe’s heart. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Before we talk terms, I hope Mr. Xiao can first answer a question."

"Go ahead."

"What exactly did you and the Saint discuss this morning?"

"Nothing much. He wanted to save your four families, and I disagreed. Then we mutually threatened each other, and the result was I won.

Then, I showed my sincerity and made it clear I wanted to replace him, and we parted on bad terms."

"What?" An Xianhe, astonished, couldn’t stop his sparse eyebrows from twitching, "You... you dared to covet the Saint’s position?"

An Kefang was equally incredulous.

"What else?" Xiao Ming spread his hands, "I’m a grown man after all; how can I crouch under people like Jiang Nanxi and Sophie, useless fools like you? Being treated as an equal would be an insult!

Above Bodhisattva, there’s only the Saint. If that’s the case, I might as well be the Saint; otherwise, forget about it."

An Xianhe looked as if he had seen a mouse raping a cat. His expression was priceless.

"Xiao Ming ah Xiao Ming, if you always act like this on a daily basis, I really wonder how you’ve managed to survive till now."

Xiao Ming laughed heartily, "It’s quite simple. Anything I want to do, I usually manage to do it."

"Then I’ll just sit here and wish Mr. Xiao success this time too."

"Thanks for the good omen, old man! Because of your words, I can also assure you that even if the An Family dies down to the last mouse, Kefang will surely remain unharmed."

An Xianhe’s expression darkened, "Save that talk until after you walk out of here alive!"

With that, he raised his hand, and the person who had frisked Xiao Ming earlier placed his phone in his palm.

He slid the phone towards Xiao Ming, "Call your nephew and niece."

"To do what?"

"Kill the Saint!"

Xiao Ming’s eyebrows rose, "And if I don’t make the call?"

An Xianhe clapped his hands.

Moments later, the door was pushed open; several people entered carrying three large hemp sacks, which they dropped on the floor.

As the sacks were untied, four people were revealed inside: a middle-aged couple, a teenage boy holding a child about three or four years old in his arms.

They were clearly a family of four, and none were normal.

The middle-aged man was paralyzed and atrophied from the waist down, the woman and the teenager had faces filled with horror and idiocy, and even the smallest child had a twisted leg.

Just the sight of this could provoke pity, yet they were all tightly bound and gagged, whimpering and shedding endless tears.

The word "pathetic" didn’t begin to describe it.

Most crucially, this family was not strangers to Xiao Ming.

"Uncle Ge?"

An Kefang immediately jumped up to rush over, but someone grabbed her.

"Let me go!" She thrashed and kicked, crying out loudly, "Are you all blind? Their family is disabled, why are you still treating them like this?

Let me go! Let them go..."

In her frantic anger, An Kefang managed to scratch the man’s face with her nails.

Regardless of her status, the man glared fiercely and raised his hand to strike her.

And so, he went flying, crashing into an expensive-looking sound system.

Xiao Ming hopped on one foot a couple of times, grimacing, "Damn it, I got excited and used the wrong leg."