Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 162: I Am a Good Person_1

Xiao Ming sighed softly, looking at Wan Xingping seriously, "Maybe, back then, Tong really still had feelings for me.

But after living with you day and night for more than three years, she had long fallen in love with you, truly seeing you as her husband.

"Haven’t you noticed how often she gives in to you?

"That’s because she feels guilty towards you."

"You... you’re full of shit!"

Wan Xingping didn’t believe Xiao Ming’s words, yet his eyes betrayed an uncontrollable panic.

"Abroad, she would often stare out the window and get lost in thought for hours on end, and I didn’t need to guess that she was thinking of you.

I can’t count how many times I heard her ask you in her sleep why you refused to share even a little bit of your love for Jiang Xue with her.

Right before... right before I killed her, she was still saying that I was just her second choice.

Hu Xiaotong was nothing but a fickle and cheap woman, I know that better than anyone, so stop trying to bullshit me!"

Xiao Ming shook his head, "Whether it was her daydreaming or asking me in her dreams, it all precisely shows her constant preoccupation.

As for the things she said before she died, haven’t you lived with her long enough to understand her temperament?

Tong has always been the type of woman who refuses to turn around until she hits a wall, what wouldn’t she dare to say when angry?

Don’t forget, she’s also very selfish. If she didn’t deeply love you, how could she have been willing to share your hardships and escape to the ends of the earth with you after you were wanted, knowing she could never go home again?

Remember, from start to finish, you were the only one breaking the law, she was innocent!"

The last three words hit Wan Xingping like a sledgehammer to the heart, causing him to stagger and turn deathly pale.

Three years of loving, marital life flashed before his eyes like a slideshow. The hatred and rage on his face gradually faded, leaving only deep pain and tears streaming down his cheeks.

He didn’t want to believe what Xiao Ming had said, but a person can deceive their mind, not their heart.

He loved Hu Xiaotong, and Hu Xiaotong loved him.

He had killed the woman who loved him with his own hands.

Xiao Ming looked at him with a sigh, then turned to glance at the several strong men around him. Just as he was about to speak and end this scene, the sound of car tires screeching against the ground came from outside.

Shortly after, there was a commotion outside, as if a brawl was taking place.

Wan Xingping snapped out of his grief and ordered, "Go check what’s happening!"

Two of the muscle men exchanged a look with Xiao Ming and hurried out. In just a moment, seven or eight people were brought in.

Among them was a disheveled, wretched woman—it was Cao Bangxi’s mother, Yuan Xiangmei.

"Damn it!"

Wan Xingping raised his leg and brutally kicked Cao Bangxi in the face, "Son of a bitch, I didn’t expect you to have another trick up your sleeve."

"Don’t touch my son!"

Yuan Xiangmei cried out miserably as she rushed over and clutched Cao Bangxi’s head tightly to her chest, her face filled with distress.

At this point, Wan Xingping had completely lost his sanity from torture, and with cold eyes, he looked at the mother and son for a moment, then with a cold smirk, threw a knife by Cao Bangxi’s leg.

"Cao Bangxi, do you want to leave here alive?"

Cao Bangxi and Yuan Xiangmei didn’t understand what he meant, but Xiao Ming realized, his pupils dilated in shock, and his first instinct was to intervene.

However, even as his right foot had already lifted off the ground, he let it fall back a moment later, closing his eyes with a silent sigh.

"If you want to live," Wan Xingping continued, "then pick up that knife and kill your mother.

Of course, Miss Yuan, if you’re the one who survives, you can also leave unharmed.

I swear on my wife’s spirit in heaven, I will not go back on my word.

Please start your performance!"

Upon these words, not only Yuan Xiangmei and Cao Bangxi but even the ruffians in the warehouse were taken aback, looking at Wan Xingping as if he were a demon.

Then, they all turned to look at Xiao Ming, but he seemed to have turned to stone, motionless, without any reaction.

No one knew the struggle that was taking place in his heart.

Cao Bangxi must not live!

Otherwise, not only would the hatred of my past life not be erased, but I also couldn’t face Gu Xiangmeng.

Forget it, if Cao Bangxi has met his end today, Yuan Xiangmei’s doting and indulgence are partly to blame. Suffering the consequences is also a price to pay.

If it shakes the heavens, so be it. Even if countless sins are ascribed to me, what of it?

I only care about the safety and happiness of the ones I love.

"Wan Xingping!"

Yuan Xiangmei shrieked, "The money has already been given to you. Why do you still insist on our deaths, mother and son? frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Attempting to sell cultural relics is also a serious crime; we would never call the police.

Please...I beg you, just spare us..."

Her voice suddenly broke off, and she slowly bowed her head, eyes filled with disbelief.

She saw that a knife was already plunged into her chest, the hilt gripped by the son she had doted on for over twenty years, and with both hands at that.

Her son, afraid that one hand wouldn’t have enough strength.

Cao Bangxi seemed to have gone mad, his contorted face flushed with a sickly red, as he bit his teeth and cursed with effort.

"You filthy whore, you were unfaithful, and bore me by some other man, making me go from being the young master of the Cao Family for more than twenty years to suddenly becoming a bastard.

I am a Cao! The heir to the Dabang Group, to billions in assets, not the son of some damn man.

All your fault!

You lowlife! Worthless! Die!!!"

In the empty warehouse, Cao Bangxi’s broken yells rebounded, shaking everyone’s minds, leaving a blank in their brains, including Wan Xingping, the instigator.

No, Yuan Xiangmei was the exception.

The astonishment and disbelief in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by a deep sense of remorse.

She lifted her hand and gently caressed her son’s cheek, saying affectionately, "Yes! It’s all Mom’s fault.

Mom failed both the father who raised you and your biological father, ultimately bringing you to this plight.

Mom is a bad woman, not a qualified good mother.

My child, I’m... I’m so sorry..."

After the last word, Yuan Xiangmei also breathed her last.

Her head drooped onto Cao Bangxi’s shoulder, and Cao Bangxi didn’t move, still looking like a mother and son with deep feelings.

"Sigh..."

A sigh echoed in the quiet warehouse, and everyone except for Cao Bangxi turned their heads to look at Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming took the cigarette from his mouth, lighting the filter with a lighter until it burned out before he said, "Wan Xingping, if you see Tong down there, remember to apologize to her for me."

Wan Xingping tensed up and took a half step back. "You... you haven’t lost your mind, have you? These are my men here."

Xiao Ming had lost the desire to talk to him, coughed once, and the thugs brought by Wan Xingping moved to knock out Yuan Xiangmei’s subordinates.

Wan Xingping’s pupils dilated suddenly, then constricted sharply.

"You... you..."

Two thugs rushed over, grabbed his arms, and kicked behind his knees, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Then, Xiao Ming pulled out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, put them on, took a gun from another man who was also wearing gloves, and then walked over to Cao Bangxi.

"I’m different from you; I’m a good man. I was in the past, I am tonight, and I will be in the future.

So, as long as Wan Xingping dies here, I’ll never kill you.

Think carefully, you’ve lost everything, and your life is the only thing you have left that can still be called precious."

After speaking, he took the gun and guided Yuan Xiangmei’s hand to hold it, then again placed it in Cao Bangxi’s hands.