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Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Aspiring High, But Fate Is Thin as Paper_1

Deep into the night, Xiao Ming was awakened by the vibration of his cell phone.

Seeing the message from Zhang Kehu, his heart sank. He glanced at his wife, who was still sound asleep, then quietly got out of bed, poured himself a drink, and sat down on the balcony.

Hu Xiaotong was dead.

His feelings towards this woman were complex.

Their first encounter had been earlier than the first time he met Jiang Xue.

It happened on the first day of university registration, on the bus. Because of the driver’s sudden brake, Hu Xiaotong crashed into his arms and tore his T-shirt, forcing him to find a place to change immediately after getting off the bus.

At the time, Hu Xiaotong was rather shy, her face red as if about to bleed, insisting on compensating him with a new T-shirt and following him until he finished registering, taking down his dorm number before leaving.

Latter, when she came to deliver the new T-shirt, she was accompanied by a girl who made Xiao Ming fall in love at first sight.

That girl was naturally Jiang Xue.

A melodramatic story, but life is composed of one melodramatic episode after another, and no one can escape it.

Although Hu Xiaotong wasn’t all that kind and was quite calculating, she couldn’t be considered truly malicious. Overall, she couldn’t be called a bad person.

Xiao Ming didn’t believe he had done anything to wrong her; however, suddenly learning of her death, he couldn’t help but feel guilty, very uncomfortable.

"I didn’t kill you, yet you died because of me. It seems, in the end, I owe you something,"

Xiao Ming murmured to the smog-filled night sky where no stars or moon could be seen, "Actually, you stopped loving me long ago. You were just unable to let go of your obsession, weren’t you? And you couldn’t stand it, right?

Otherwise, with your personality, you wouldn’t have stayed with Wan Xingping until this moment, undivided in your affection.

You loved your husband.

Unfortunately, your husband only loved himself.

Your life was too difficult, and thankfully not very long. Let go now, may you be happy in your next life!"

Having said that, he lowered his head and spilled half of the drink from his cup, then began to sip the remaining half slowly.

"Xiao..."

The voice of Jiang Xue suddenly sounded from behind him.

Xiao Ming quickly stood up, "Did I wake you up?"

Jiang Xue shook her head, "I just felt empty without you beside me, not used to it. Can’t you sleep? What happened?"

Xiao Ming thought for a while, lifted her up to sit back down, and after considering his words, asked, "Do you remember Hu Xiaotong..."

Some time passed before Xiao Ming had finished recounting everything. Only Jiang Xue’s soft sobs remained on the balcony.

"I knew Tong liked you, I always knew, but I didn’t know she liked you before I did. If I had known that..."

"No ifs!"

Xiao Ming kissed her forehead, "Our love for each other hasn’t wronged anyone, so don’t you think silly thoughts.

All feelings of fondness and infatuation are highly personal matters. Every other person, including the object of that affection, bears no responsibility."

Jiang Xue pressed her body tightly against her husband’s chest.

"But she’s so pitiful. Never getting what she wanted. Returning to the country to remove the thorn in her heart, and yet failing, even being harmed by the person closest to her...

Husband, I don’t know why, but I just feel so remorseful towards her."

"You shouldn’t feel that way, Tong would be angry about that."

Xiao Ming gently stroked his wife’s back as if comforting a child, "You were her best friend, and you know her well.

With her personality, having lost the man to you and then receiving your pity and sympathy, she’d likely be so angry she’d come back to life."

"Knock it off. Respect for the dead is paramount; why are you still making jokes?"

Xiao Ming smiled, "I’m just trying to tell you that Hu Xiaotong’s emotional journey might seem humble, but it’s the exact opposite. She was just too stubborn.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have become Wan Xingping’s girlfriend in a fit of pique back then, and she wouldn’t have died at the hands of Wan Xingping because of her stubborn pride."

"Her heart was as high as the sky, her life as thin as paper" – these eight words summed up her entire life of more than twenty years.

She didn’t need anyone’s pity, not even mine.

It’s enough that we keep her in our hearts."

Jiang Xue fell silent for a moment, then sighed, "You always manage to see through people so easily, inadvertently breaking into their hearts, and yet you take no responsibility."

That was not an easy statement to respond to.

Xiao Ming scratched his head and said, "All my responsibility has been placed on you. What do others think? It’s none of my business. It’s not like I do it intentionally.

Again, liking someone is a very personal matter, irrelevant to anyone else.

Others have the right to like me, and I certainly have the right not to accept it."

"You’re always right."

Like a cat, she rubbed her face against his chest. Jiang Xue then asked, "What do you plan to do about Wan Xingping?"

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Xiao Ming’s voice grew deeper, "He’s added another unforgivable sin to his name. Death would be too easy for him; I want him to regret everything he ever did, even in hell!"

Jiang Xue grew quiet for a while, then lifted herself and gave him a peck on the lips, saying earnestly, "Once you’ve made up your mind, no one can change it, so I won’t stop you. But you have to promise me something."

Xiao Ming nodded without hesitation, "I promise."

Jiang Xue took his hand and pressed it against her face, speaking tenderly, "Your hands must someday cradle our child, take her by the hand as she grows, shield her from the wind and rain, and finally, hold me as we walk to the end of life.

So, don’t tarnish it, okay?"

"Okay! But you missed out on one very important use for it."

"What?"

Xiao Ming lifted Jiang Xue in his arms and started walking toward the bedroom, a mischievous smile on his face, "Of course, to measure every inch of my beautiful wife’s body!"

Jiang Xue’s body began to heat up instantly, going limp as if her bones had melted away. Yet strangely enough, the strength in her fingers as she pinched her husband was anything but weak.

"Measure? Am I fat?"

The next day, at half-past eleven at night, two cars slowly drove up to the outskirts of an old dockyard warehouse, meeting up with a small van that was already there.

Mr. Cao got out of the car, followed by seven or eight burly men trailing behind him.

Seeing this, Wan Xingping, who was leaning against the van smoking, squinted his eyes and asked, "Mr. Cao, what’s the meaning of this?"

"Don’t overthink it, brother. It’s just a precaution, just in case. After all, Xiao Ming is cunning as a ghost; it’s never wrong to be too careful," Mr. Cao repeated the words Yuan Xiangmei had taught him before arriving.

Compared to their last encounter, Wan Xingping seemed much more somber, as if he was a changed man.

Uncertain whether it was just his imagination, Mr. Cao stopped three meters away, not daring to get too close.

"Mr. Cao’s reasoning is sound, which is why I also made some preparations. Hope you don’t mind," Wan Xingping casually waved his hand, and more than a dozen figures immediately darted out from the shrubs, causing Mr. Cao to step back hastily.

"Wan Xingping, what... what are you going to do?"

Wan Xingping snorted coldly, took a telescope out of the car, and threw it to him, saying, "Don’t worry, if I wanted to kidnap you, I wouldn’t have let you go the other night.

Look for yourself, the second warehouse from the left."

Warily, Mr. Cao lifted the telescope to his eyes and saw that the warehouse was lit with a dim light and that there were two people smoking at the door.

"So much treasure stored here, Xiao Ming would definitely have guards," Wan Xingping’s voice rose again, "The people I’ve brought are specifically here to clear the path for Mr. Cao.

Of course, if the agreed-upon thirty million is even a penny short, it won’t be fun then."

Hearing this, Mr. Cao didn’t feel frightened; instead, he felt completely at ease.