Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 187 - Single Blade Meeting_1

Three hours later, at the provincial capital’s highway toll station, Xiao Ming saw Zhou Jicang’s car.

He steered toward it, and before he even came to a stop, he saw Zhou Qingyuan running down and peering into the car through the window.

"Why are you driving Yun Feiwen’s car? Where is that guy?"

Xiao Ming got out of the car and pointed to the trunk, asking, "Is this guy very famous?"

"Quite famous," Zhou Qingyuan said with a nod, smiling, "It’s not unusual for a family of heritage to have a good-for-nothing, but it’s not easy to have one who’s both a good-for-nothing and tasteless, who talks and acts like a nouveau riche second-generation idiot."

Thinking about Yun Feiwen’s behavior and speech, Xiao Ming felt that Zhou Qingyuan wasn’t wrong.

Many people don’t know, but actually, there are ranks among the second generations.

The more top-notch the family, the stricter the upbringing.

Although they wouldn’t necessarily raise their children to be good people, they would cultivate them to be lions and tigers, and at the very least, wolves.

Therefore, while great clans may also produce prodigal sons and life-taking fiends, it’s very rare for them to produce low-level street scum, as demonstrated by Zhuang Wending, who was raised by the clever yet tricky Zhuang Family.

Those second generations who make the news over a car accident and cause an uproar, without exception, their parents must be upstarts, regardless of whether they are bureaucrats or merchants.

Although the Yun Family is far from the Zhuang Family’s level, it still carries the nominal title of a noble family. That it could raise a descendant like Yun Feiwen shows that it had already begun to decline.

Zhou Jicang’s driver walked far away, and Xiao Ming sat in the back seat. Before he could speak, he heard the old man ask, "Those messages you sent me... are they all true?"

Xiao Ming nodded, "Having known each other for so long, Sir Zhou should have studied me thoroughly. You should believe in the strength of my credibility, which ought to be the same as your assessment of me in your mind."

Zhou Jicang sighed, "It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I emotionally can’t bring myself to trust.

You sent me three things, corresponding to three of my close friends whom I would trust with my life.

But do you know that although I’ve had countless friendships in my lifetime, those worthy of the term ’life-and-death’ can be counted on one hand!"

Xiao Ming shrugged his shoulders, "The world is full of temptations, and people do change. You feel you’ve given all your emotions, yet the others may feel you haven’t given all the benefits.

’Favors forgotten over a liter of rice, grudges born over a bushel,’ Sir Zhou has been selflessly helping several brothers for so many years, the gratitude has long since faded."

Zhou Jicang sighed again, his expression bleak.

The three things Xiao Ming had sent him were three major crises faced by Canghai Group in his previous life, each one resulting from a betrayal by those Zhou Jicang trusted the most.

Although he eventually overcame the crises and emerged unscathed, it took a heavy toll on the old man, leaving him with a health issue that required him to frequently take expensive medicinal herbs to sustain his life.

It was also because of this that he handed over the Canghai Group to Zhou Fangjing and Zhou Qingyuan without much thought, hoping that the siblings could work together. However, Zhou Fangjing harbored ulterior motives and even attempted to stage a car accident to kill Zhou Qingyuan.

If it wasn’t for Zhou Qingyuan being on good terms with Xiao Ming at the time, the outcome might have been very bleak.

In this lifetime, Zhou Fangjing was already finished. Xiao Ming had planned to remind Zhou Jicang of the upcoming crises to gain some benefits, but today, dealing with the Yun Family, he couldn’t do it without the help of the Zhou Family, so he simply told everything all at once.

After all, for Zhou Jicang to block the Government Officers in alliance with the Yun Family from getting involved, it wouldn’t be as simple as just opening his mouth; significant benefits would have to be paid.

After a little while, Zhou Jicang put away his momentary vulnerability and said in a deep voice, "I understand. Rest assured, even if it costs me my old life, today, everyone who can speak in the provincial capital will become deaf and mute!"

"Thank you!"

Xiao Ming opened the door to get out, and facing him, Zhou Qingyuan crowded in, her chest pressing up against his.

"Stop messing around, I’m busy right now!"

"Busy saving Yun Shi Yu," the girl pouted, "I can get jealous, you know."

"You’re wrong," he brushed her aside and walked towards the M3, "I’m saving a friend of mine, as well as a business partner."

Zhou Qingyuan’s eyes brightened, "So, you would be in such a rush if it were me?"

Xiao Ming opened the car door and shook his head, "If your expectations were only that low, I’d be burning incense and thanking all the gods in heaven."

Zhou Qingyuan smiled happily, like a flower proud in its bloom.

Since the Yun Family claimed to be an established clan, they certainly had an old mansion, and it was well-located too, on the edge of the city by the river, nestled within a grove of trees—a touch of tranquility amid the bustle, a hermit in the city, if you will.

Of course, young people aren’t fond of out-of-the-way places. Usually, only Yun Changbai lived here, while the others owned houses in the city center, except for Yun Shi Yu, who was an exception.

Xiao Ming had confirmed with Yun Feiwen that Yun Shi Yu was locked up in her Embroidery Building in the back mansion.

He stopped the car and dragged the half-dead Yun Feiwen out of the trunk, eyed the shut crimson gate, then turned abruptly and threw Yun Feiwen towards it with a textbook toss.

With a loud clang, Yun Feiwen struck the gate, rolled to the ground before the screen wall, and passed out.

"Who goes there? Young Master Yun? You... what’s happened to you? Young Master Yun!"

A Yun Family servant came out and was shocked to see Yun Feiwen on the ground, hurriedly going over to check on him.

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The voice from behind startled the servant, who turned around and demanded, "Who are you?"

"The name’s Xiao Ming, here especially to pay respects to Elder Yun with a grand present!"

"Xiao Ming?" The servant blinked, then suddenly his expression cleared, "Are you the boyfriend of our young miss?"

"What?"

Xiao Ming was stunned, "Say that again!"

The servant ignored him, sneering, "You’ve got guts, kid, showing up here and even injuring our young master.

Just you wait, I’ll make you understand what ’out of your league’ means!"

With that, he took out his walkie-talkie to call for backup.

Xiao Ming shook his head and strode past the screen wall; the servant tried to grab him, but Xiao Ming kicked him, turning him into a rolling gourd.

The Yun Family’s old mansion was a typical southern structure. Behind the screen wall was a small courtyard, with white walls, green tiles, and red pillars along the verandas, not as grand as northern courtyards, but more exquisite.

Hands behind his back, Xiao Ming walked across the courtyard, passed through a gate, and then saw seven or eight burly men with rubber clubs running towards him.

"Damn it, these feudal families really should be swept into the dustbin of history.

What era are we living in? It’s like I’m trying to snatch a bride, damn annoying!"

Cursing as he went, a glint in Xiao Ming’s eyes sparked, and he charged toward the burly men with a surge of energy.

In the front hall of the second courtyard, a phonograph was playing the famous Kunqu opera ’The Single Sword Meeting,’ Yun Changbai sat on an armchair with closed eyes, his fingers like dead tree branches, lightly resting on his knee, occasionally tapping in time with the rhythm.

Suddenly, someone ran in, disrupting his serene enjoyment. His eyes snapped open, irritation creasing his brow as he scolded, "Running around in such a panic, what kind of manner is that?"

"Elder...," the newcomer gasped, "Xiao... Xiao Ming has broken in!"

"Xiao Ming?"

Yun Changbai seemed to have trouble reconciling that name with "breaking in," and after a pause, he asked, "How many men did he bring?"

"Just him alone!"

Unconsciously, Yun Changbai’s gaze fell upon the phonograph, just as the speaker chimed in with the apropos lines: I behold this Single Sword Meeting, a match for the village fest. Oh, what a scene of riverside splendor!