Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 312 Just Kill Me If You Want to Kill_1

Xiao Ming didn’t want to stop, but he had to.

It wasn’t because his fear of Ding Jianwei surpassed his desire, but because he simply couldn’t help laughing.

"Dear Chief Sister, you did that on purpose, didn’t you? Given the situation just now, shouldn’t you have yelled ’Shut up’ instead?"

Ding Jianwei, with a darkened face, stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him up, fiercely demanding, "What are you doing?"

"If you had arrived a few minutes later, I would have been able to answer that question, but now, I haven’t even gotten the chance to start, have I!"

Xiao Ming spoke shamelessly, not forgetting to raise his eyebrows at Jiang Yang, who was looking on with a face full of admiration and envy.

Ding Jianwei was so mad she didn’t even think before lifting her fist to strike.

"Have I ever told you that your neck is very beautiful?"

With just one sentence, Xiao Ming made Ding Jianwei unable to continue her attack, her expression a stunned mix of shock with a hint of eager anticipation and tension.

Because, as Xiao Ming spoke, his hand was also caressing her neck.

"Although your legs appear robust and powerful, it’s your neck that I love the most, long and slender, just like a jade vase.

I might make you angry by saying this, but you would look absolutely beautiful in a kimono, and it’s only that type of attire, dignified yet deliberately displaying the neck, that can bring out the utmost charm in you.

Even Furukawa Shizuka, a native Fusang woman, cannot compare to you, I guarantee it.

Of course, if it were up to me, I would rather see you in your military uniform."

Xiao Ming didn’t lower his voice, so everyone in the room could hear.

And interestingly, although Furukawa Shizuka’s face showed an even deeper color of humiliation and anger resurfaced, her gaze was fixed on Ding Jianwei.

As for Jiang Yang, there’s no need to mention him; his expression could be summed up in two words—admiration and worship.

Ding Jianwei’s heart was pounding so much that her eardrums resonated, her face flushed red, and her legs a bit weak.

Watching as Xiao Ming’s face came closer and closer, she wanted to turn and run, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the floor, motionless.

What’s happening?

Why would Xiao Ming say such things to me?

What is he trying to do?

Do I want him to kiss me...

Suddenly, Ding Jianwei saw the muddy desire in Xiao Ming’s eyes, and her excitement and restlessness retreated like the tide.

With a strong push, Xiao Ming stumbled back onto the sofa.

"What’s the matter, didn’t you always want to have a go with me?"

Ding Jianwei narrowed her eyes, swung her hand, and slapped him, then asked, "Are you sober now?"

Xiao Ming was stunned for a moment, and his reasoning finally returned; rubbing his cheek, he sheepishly apologized, "Sorry about that, I didn’t expect the drug Xiangxiang gave to be so strong.

Don’t mind what I said earlier. If you’re still upset, feel free to slap this side of my face too, make it symmetrical."

Ding Jianwei immediately regretted it.

Because she found that the sober Xiao Ming wasn’t cute at all.

"That drug was originally an accidental by-product during the development of a truth serum."

Furukawa Shizuka sat up, held her skirt to cover her lower body, and snorted coldly, "It suppresses one’s self-control, essentially stimulating any repressed desires.

Xiao Ming, no matter how you tout yourself as a good man, you can’t cover up the fact of your hypocrisy and shamelessness.

Your behavior just now, that was the real you!"

Xiao Ming opened his mouth but didn’t retort.

What Furukawa Shizuka said was correct; the person he had just been was indeed the real him.

Strictly speaking, it was him in the fifteen years after he was released from prison in his previous life.

A shameless, lecherous, greedy, wayward man with scant regard for right and wrong.

It was difficult to change fifteen years of habits and personality overnight, and Jiang Xue, who never left in this life, was the lighthouse in his heart, always signaling the direction of home and suppressing the beast within him that wanted to break free from its chains.

With a long sigh, Xiao Ming stood up and said, "Although we are adversaries, my behavior just now was indeed a bit excessive, I’m sorry."

After speaking, he headed towards the door.

Furukawa Shizuka was dumbfounded to see Ding Jianwei following close behind him.

"You... you’re just leaving like this?"

"What else?" Xiao Ming turned around, "Xiangxiang, don’t tell me you’ve finally tasted a man and can’t get enough of it!

If that’s the case, I won’t be heartbroken."

Seeing him fiddle with his fingers, Furukawa Shizuka’s face turned red with anger, and she shouted, "One day, I will kill you with my own hands!"

"Great! When we get to Longyin, I’ll give you that chance. But make sure you keep your word, only kill me.

If you fail to kill me, the worst that’ll happen is you’ll lose your virtue, but if you harm others, you’ll lose your life.

Besides, don’t feel bad, I wasn’t planning on taking you with me tonight anyway, and I made no preparations. At most I lost some money on the phone bill, consider it compensation for taking advantage of you earlier."

"Go to hell!"

Furukawa Shizuka, furious, grabbed something nearby and threw it at him.

The object floated lightly through the air, apparently a small piece of cloth. Realizing what she’d done, she hurriedly pulled down her hem to cover herself again.

"Is this a gift for me? How sweet!"

Xiao Ming caught the cloth and was about to stuff it into his pocket when an infuriated Ding Jianwei snatched it away and threw it out, then kicked him out the door.

Downstairs and into the car, Xiao Ming pulled Xiao Li into the back seat. The thought of swapping seats with Xiao Li crossed Ding Jianwei’s mind, who was sitting in the passenger seat, but he didn’t dare to ask, squirming uncomfortably.

"Chill out!" Leaning on Xiao Li, Xiao Ming, eyes closed and sounding weary, said, "It’s just a drug that suppresses self-control. I’m not a stallion that only knows how to find a hole to dive into.

If you’re really worried, here’s a deal: Li, if your master makes any inappropriate advances, just knock me out."

Ding Jianwei was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Xiao Li say expressionlessly, "I am master’s plaything. Whatever master does to me is justified.

If you need me, Li will not refuse."

Xiao Ming laughed wryly, "Be good, behave. Your master nearly made a mistake tonight, don’t indulge me like that, it could be deadly."

Xiao Li remained silent, and Ding Jianwei found it hard to say anything else.

Soon after, Jiang Yang drove the car into a hospital.

After a series of blood draws, tests, and scans, a doctor who evidently belonged to the security bureau told them Xiao Ming’s body was fine for now, but they could not rule out subsequent effects, and recommended a tranquilizer injection followed by hospital observation.

Xiao Ming got up to leave, and Ding Jianwei couldn’t hold him back.

"Really, did that drug trigger both your desires and your rebellious streak?"

On the way back to the hotel, Ding Jianwei complained irritably, "Drugs that act on the nervous system are complicated enough already; there’s no guarantee they won’t leave any aftereffects. Wouldn’t a couple of days in the hospital show if there’s anything to worry about?"

"I’ve lost my self-control, not my intelligence."

Xiao Ming was already lying on Xiao Li’s lap, "Human science is still in its infancy regarding the brain, and even more so when it comes to the mind.

If that drug really has any lingering effects, staying in hospital for observation won’t help."

Ding Jianwei, both worried and angry, said, "Knowing full well that woman was trouble, you still dared to drink whatever she gave you. If you were really under me, I’d discipline you severely!"

"What can I do?" Xiao Ming let out a weary sigh, "I just wanted to do business and make a fortune, I never intended to deal with spies!"

Ding Jianwei paused, her face falling with guilt.