Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 350: The Determining Needle for the Gentleman_1

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: The Determining Needle for the Gentleman_1

"So, you see, if I don’t get to the bottom of this, I won’t be at ease."

He scooped up a spoonful of braised pork meatball and chewed as he spoke, "Luckily, Jiang Nanxi was playing the zither there, her aloof and detached demeanor as if she was afraid others wouldn’t know she was a Bodhisattva herself.

And it just so happened Hao Xiangyu came looking for trouble, so I took the opportunity to push Hao Taixing to the limit, confirming that the one who invited me, if not Jiang Nanxi, was definitely the Red Lotus Society.

"Because only they could make Hao Taixing watch his grandson get beaten and still have to endure it."

Fang Muye gasped, "What does the Red Lotus Society want from you?"

Xiao Ming shook his head, "That’s what I need to figure out next."

"How can you find out when the enemy is in the dark and we are in the open?" Shi Qianshan asked.

"The conservative estimate for Fanjincheng’s profit has surpassed five billion, I don’t believe there isn’t a share for the Red Lotus Society in there."

Xiao Ming said, "In their eyes, me seizing Fanjincheng means I’ve already made a move. As long as they respond, they can’t hide in the shadows forever. They’re bound to slip up."

"What if they can keep their cool?"

"Even better," Xiao Ming chuckled, "The appraisal conference still has four days to end, and I have plenty of time to bleed the Hao Family.

If they don’t hurt, I’ll be even happier cutting away."

Shi Qianshan smiled again, turning to Fang Muye, "Feeling reassured now? I told you this kid is a monster, and I wasn’t being sarcastic.

He knows exactly what’s going on, we don’t need to worry about him.

By the way, if you want to build up more for your coffin, this is a good opportunity. Give all your money to him, let him turn it into eight times, ten times the amount, and you won’t have to work hard in your old age!"

Fang Muye smiled and shook his head, "I’ve never married in my life, no children, no descendants, what do I need so much money for?

I couldn’t see it clearly before and tried to play the stock market, almost lost my life.

Now, I have even purchased my grave site; when the time comes, I’ll have my disciples scatter my ashes, free from all worries, leaving this world with ease."

Hearing this, Xiao Ming suddenly remembered something and said, "Old Fang, if you want to be free from worries, I’m afraid it won’t be easy."

"Why not?"

"Have you forgotten the old matter of ’a needle settles a gentleman’?"

Fang Muye’s color drained from his face as he leapt to his feet, "You... how do you know about that?"

Xiao Ming didn’t answer, only saying, "I heard that Madam Si never remarried after her husband’s death."

Clutching his fists tightly, Fang Muye stared at him for a long moment, then let out a sigh and slumped back into his chair.

"It’s been decades, why bring it up now? Let’s drink."

Xiao Ming raised his glass to clink with his, then said, "I also heard that before Madam Si married, she was unwilling in her heart. Unfortunately, the man she was willing to marry disappeared without a trace. Heartbroken, she eventually..."

Fang Muye suddenly grabbed Xiao Ming’s hand, very forcefully, even toppling the wine glass.

"Xiao Ming, are you telling the truth? I’m sixty now, don’t play me for a fool!"

Xiao Ming’s lips curled up, "I have the old lady’s phone number, do you want it?"

"How could you possibly..."

"Cut the nonsense, just tell me whether you want it or not."

Struggling for a moment, Fang Muye nodded, "I want it!"

"Then you must promise me one thing first."

"Sure, you name it."

"That’s it, no asking why."

Fang Muye went blank.

Right now, his mind and heart were full of questions, and he was gearing up to thoroughly question him later. This sudden blockage was almost unbearable, wasn’t it?"

Xiao Ming had already pulled out his phone, shaking it at the old man with a mischievous grin on his face.

Fang Muye shook his head speechlessly, "Okay, I promise I won’t ask."

Xiao Ming immediately sent him a number.

Fang Muye cradled the phone, his eyes filled with memories and tenderness, as if it were the lover he had missed for decades.

After a moment, he couldn’t contain his eagerness any longer and hastily left the private room after apologizing to Shi Qianshan.

"No need to wait for old Fang, you probably won’t see him this afternoon," Xiao Ming said as he poured wine for Shi Qianshan, "Let’s you and I continue drinking."

Shi Qianshan squinted at him, "What would you say if I asked you why?"

Xiao Ming smiled without a word.

"You little rascal, you’re not that old, but you’re quite skilled at being enigmatic."

Shi Qianshan took a sip of wine, "I only found out about ’The Gentleman’s Needle’ a few days ago while drinking with old Fang. He told me after he got drunk.

He said that only he and another person knew about this, and the only way you could know so clearly must be that you’re very familiar with Madam Si.

You little scamp, you can even get the Old Madam of the Yao Family’s private number in Capital City, why do you still need me as a protective charm? Do you want to see me make a fool of myself?"

Xiao Ming couldn’t explain, so he continued to smile enigmatically.

Clever people always have a common problem, that is, they will think proactively and explain unreasonable things to themselves.

The legendary verbal sparring of monks is played like this: the Buddha picks a flower, Kashyapa smiles—who the hell knows what they’re truly thinking?

Speaking of the Old Madam of the Yao Family, Xiao Ming did indeed know her, but in his previous life.

The old lady was highly respected and witty, and she got along with him very well, so she told him the story of "The Gentleman’s Needle."

Actually, it was quite melodramatic. When Fang Muye was young, he was good friends with the heir of the Yao Family, another prestigious medical family, but unfortunately, they both fell in love with the same girl.

In the end, the two fools came up with a lousy idea of competing in acupuncture skills, with the winner getting the girl and the loser bowing out.

By a hair’s breadth, Fang Muye lost. Heartbroken, he did a foolish thing and left without a word, and for decades after, he never stepped foot in Capital City again.

What he didn’t know was that the girl had her heart set on him from the beginning and only wanted to marry him.

When Xiao Ming first heard this story, he couldn’t help but curse out loud, what kind of bullshit "The Gentleman’s Needle"—it’s clearly "The Scoundrel’s Needle"!

They thought they were being noble, but didn’t they realize how unfair this was to the girl?

What right did they have to decide whom the girl should or shouldn’t marry?

However, Madam Si just cheerfully advised him, "Young men in their teens and twenties have the strongest egos, and it’s normal for them not to consider this.

Moreover, due to the era and family factors, the girl really didn’t have much say in her own marriage.

Besides, her family had already decided to marry her off to the Yao Family, so whether Fang Muye lost or not, he had no chance."

In his previous life, Fang Muye retreated into obscurity after nearly killing Shi Qianshan, hence Xiao Ming had never met him, and the story became a small regret in his heart.

Now, since he had befriended Fang Muye, naturally, he had an obligation to bring happiness to others.

Not for any other reason, but for the moist wrinkles at the corner of Madam Si’s eyes as she smiled while consoling him.

After dinner, Shi Qianshan got in his car, waved Xiao off sending him back, and the driver barely left the hotel parking lot when the old man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

"What a cunning rascal, he managed to hoodwink me without me noticing!"

What nonsense about Hao Xiangyu coming to cause trouble—without him making trouble for Hao Xiangyu first, why would Hao Xiangyu bother him?

Is it preparation for unforeseen circumstances?

Or foreknowledge?

Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, you’d better not be a true ’Aberrant.’

Otherwise, not even a deity could save you!"