Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 398 Grown Up _1

An Xianhe’s face changed: "You... how could you..."

"Old man, could we not put on an act in front of your granddaughter?"

Xiao Ming said speechlessly, "Ever since I walked into this room, little master here has been setting you up with my words, right up to that last analysis.

You were so focused on suppressing me, taking back the initiative in our conversation, that you completely forgot to deny it.

Look at An Kefang’s expression; even she has guessed it’s Jiang Nanxi, so why the hell are you still pretending!"

An Xianhe’s complexion immediately turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he ground his teeth: "Xiao Ming, you will certainly die. This old man will personally stab you!"

Xiao Ming rolled his eyes, full of disdain, "Are you done farting? If you’re done, then hurry up and let that stinking woman come out!

Damn it, inviting me over, but having an old fart entertain me, I must give her a good whipping."

"How dare you!"

An Xianhe was furious, stood up, and said, "To dare be so disrespectful to the Honored One! Attack, beat him. Break one of his arms first!"

"No way!"

Who knows how An KEfang’s brain was wired, but she actually grabbed Xiao Ming’s head and held it to her chest.

"If you want to hit him, hit me first!"

An Xianhe was so angry his blood pressure spiked, and he yelled: "An Kefang, do you still consider yourself a member of the An Family?"

An Kefang burst into tears again: "Grandpa, when you were using and deceiving me, did you ever think that I am a descendant of the An Family?"

"Sacrificing yourself for the family is your unshirkable responsibility!

Otherwise, what right do you have to enjoy the An Family’s wealth and luxury for twenty years?"

An Kefang’s pupils shrank rapidly and then slowly dilated again, before she gave a sad smile: "That’s right, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, even if it’s from my parents. I shouldn’t take it for granted.

Grandpa, I’ve enjoyed twenty years of wealth and luxury, and you’ve destroyed all my happiness for those twenty years. From now on, we owe each other nothing.

Let them do it!"

"You..."

An Xianhe lifted his hand, pointed at his granddaughter, trembled for a moment, gritted his teeth, and stomped his foot: "Pull her away, do it!"

The men in the room were about to move forward when just then, the room door was pushed open.

Everyone bowed in unison: "Honored One!"

The person who came was dressed in white clothes and a white duster coat, long hair casually tied behind the head, skin fair as jade, features cold—the Ten Residence Honored One, Jiang Nanxi herself.

"All of you go out," she said lightly.

"Honored One..."

An Xianhe wanted to protest, but then he saw Jiang Nanxi raise a finger, "You too, go out."

An Xianhe did not dare to disobey; he turned to look at his granddaughter, with her resolute expression, and left the room with his head down.

Sitting down in front of the sofa, Jiang Nanxi quietly watched An Kefang, who was still clutching Xiao Ming tightly, and spoke, "Mr. Xiao is enjoying the company of a delicate flower, why do you insist on having Nanxi accompany you as well? You’re too greedy."

Xiao Ming patted An Kefang’s arm, and only then did the girl realize to let him go.

"Huff..."

Taking a few deep breaths, Xiao Ming offered a wry smile: "Young lady, although it feels soft and comfortable, if you hug that tightly, it can still smother someone to death!"

An Kefang pursed her lips: "Then you must have remarkable lung capacity."

Xiao Ming paused, closely inspecting the color and energy between her brows, then nodded very satisfied: "Not bad, not bad. I was worried that having just disowned your family, you would lose all interest in life.

But it seems you’ve learned to be ’smart’ after all.

Congratulations, Miss An Kefang. You’ve grown up!"

An Kefang’s pout deepened, and while she looked as if she was about to cry, she ultimately kept her tears at bay and dropped her face in distress.

"I don’t like growing up..."

Xiao Ming sighed sympathetically: "The spot on my chest where you cried is about to dry, would you like to come over and dampen it again...?"

Before he could finish his sentence, An Kefang had already flung herself into his arms, her forehead bumping painfully against his chest.

"Sorry, I’m a bit abnormal psychologically, born with the addiction to be a father figure." He then smiled at Jiang Nanxi, "The child is a bit spoiled; I apologize for making the Honored One wait so long."

Jiang Nanxi tilted her head slightly: "Why aren’t you calling ’stinking woman’ anymore?"

Xiao Ming sniffed: "Although I’m not particularly fond of the smell of sandalwood, feels gloomy, it certainly isn’t stinky, at least much better than that filthy old An Xianhe."

Jiang Nanxi’s lips curled lightly: "May I ask Mr. Xiao a question?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"Then I must remind the Honored One, aside from acting cute, a woman who talks too much won’t be liked by men."

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Xiao."

"Good! Now you may ask."

Jiang Nanxi smiled faintly: "Why do you insist on becoming a Saint?"

"Isn’t there some surveillance in this room? Just now I was talking to An..."

"I want to hear Mr. Xiao’s true thoughts."

Xiao Ming also began to smile: "Usually, when a woman wants to hear a man’s true thoughts, it’s because she wants something, or is looking to claim something.

I wonder what my true thoughts would be worth to you?"

Jiang Nanxi sat with her arms crossed on her lap, eyes fixed on his.

"If you’re willing to side with me with the promise you made to Cui Zhibo, willing to help me become a Saint, then the fruit position of the Ten Residence Bodhisattvas, and the power of all four families, even including this body of mine, can all belong to you."