Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 432: The More Confused, The More We Go Back_1

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: The More Confused, The More We Go Back_1

Looking at the sneering, twisted face of the young woman, Xiao Ming suddenly had a feeling as if only a day had passed in the mountains, but a thousand years had gone by in the world.

"How many days have we been staying in Qingyang?" he asked Qingfeng, turning his head.

"Today is the fifth day."

"So what’s the deal with this damned woman? It’s only been five days, has my uncle’s reputation already fallen out of favor in Longyin?"

"Maybe this person has an even bigger background than you."

Xiao Ming laughed, watching as seven or eight burly men came off two Range Rovers, saying, "I hope so because I’ve been holding in a bellyful of fire with nowhere to vent it."

A middle-aged man with a crew cut and a face full of horizontal scars bent down to pick up the little boy, glanced coldly at Xiao Ming, walked over to the young woman, and asked, "How are you?"

"Husband, my face hurts so much, you must stand up for me and the baby!"

The young woman’s voice wasn’t shrill anymore, but soft and sticky, pitiable to the point that no one would believe she was the same spitfire who had been cursing up a storm moments before.

The man asked Xiao Ming with a chilling gaze, "Did you hit her?"

Xiao Ming nodded: "Yes, I did."

"Which hand?"

Xiao Ming was leaning on a cane with his right hand, so he lifted his left, "This one."

The man nodded, turned back to his tall thugs and ordered, "Break his arm."

Xiao Ming raised his eyebrows: "You’re not going to ask what happened?"

"We’ll talk after it’s done."

"Damn, even cockier than me."

Xiao Ming glanced at Qingfeng, "What are you waiting for? Don’t you see Li can’t handle her box by herself?"

"Uncle, next time you might as well just say: ’close the door to let Qingfeng out!’"

With a wry spit, Qingfeng charged towards the incoming thugs.

Those tough-looking men were only intimidating in appearance but were merely street-level fighters. Against Qingfeng, they amounted to nothing.

The process was tedious, sufficiently described as "over in the blink of an eye."

"Shit! Not even enough for a warm-up. Next time you go out, remember to bring more people, got it?"

He shook his fists at the stunned family of three, Qingfeng kicked another thug who was still groaning into unconsciousness, and stretched lazily as he returned to stand behind Xiao Ming.

"Now I understand," Xiao Ming said with a wry smile, "it turns out I’m the only one who can’t play it cool. Every one of you is an expert."

"Who...are you?"

The middle-aged man helped his wife up and asked solemnly.

"Who I am is not important," said Xiao Ming, "What you should be doing now is asking your wife what happened."

The man looked at his wife, and she started to embellish the tale, painting her son as an angelic figure.

While Xiao Li was portrayed as a wicked woman, who, seeing an easy target in the child, supposedly concocted a story about a nest of dead cats, framing it as if the baby had killed them.

She had stepped in, trying to reason nicely, demanding an apology for her baby, only to be met with a slap in return, a complete travesty of justice, so much so that Dou’e upon seeing her would have bought a block of tofu and dashed her head against it.

During the recounting, the man’s face twitched continuously.

He knew his wife and child very well and with little thought, he knew the truth was likely that his son had killed the cat and the wife, being relentless, resulted in the other side hitting her.

He wasn’t a fool, just the fact that a young person by their opponent’s side could take down all his henchmen in minutes was enough to prove that they were no ordinary people.

But unfortunately for him, while he wasn’t a fool, he was far too arrogant.

After listening, he took a long look at his wife, then said to Xiao Ming, "Everything is clear now. It was all just a misunderstanding, but you can’t justify hitting a woman no matter what.

Considering we all live in the same community and have to face each other, if you bow and apologize to my wife, we can consider this matter closed."

Xiao Ming sighed in disappointment: "In the past, as soon as fists were thrown, reason could usually prevail. Since when did it become necessary to resort to bloodshed?

Qingfeng, go to the property management and turn off the surveillance here.

Li, put down the box first."

Qingfeng immediately headed towards the nearby elevator, and Xiao Li placed the cardboard box beside a pillar.

The middle-aged man’s face turned pale, and he said anxiously, "Sir, I advise you to calm down, I am Liu Xudong!"

Xiao Ming shook his head without even thinking: "Never heard of you."

The man nearly bit his tongue and added, "I’m the boss of Xuri Ship Services, and in the South, everyone calls me Brother Dong."

"Xuri Ship Services? That name sounds somewhat familiar."

Xiao Ming frowned thoughtfully, then suddenly his eyes lit up, "Your company was originally Daxing Ship Services, with the former boss named Yan Yongxing, right?"

Liu Xudong nodded vigorously: "That’s right! I took over everything from Yan Yongxing. I’m the one calling the shots on all the gangster dealings in the South.

So, it would be better if we didn’t spoil the amity today or else it won’t just be a simple apology to settle things."

"After all that, turns out you’re just a street thug. I’m really regressing the more I mix in all this."

Xiao Ming pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and continued, "It’s Liu Xudong, right? Put down your son and let me ask him a few questions."

Liu Xudong instantly got angry: "Who the hell are you? Don’t you understand the value of face..."

Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, Xiao Li emerged in front of him, holding a straight blade about a foot long, the tip already extended into his mouth.

Xiao Ming pulled out a cigarette, bent down to light it: "If you still want your tongue, put the kid down!"