Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 352 The Sweetest Taste_1

Xingzi was not Furukawa Shizuka’s lover, but her senior at school.

The two became acquainted in middle school, and met again in college while majoring in intelligence, their many years of friendship as close as that of sisters.

In the eyes of Furukawa Shizuka, Xingzi was more like a life mentor.

Later, Xingzi graduated two years before her and joined a special department.

When she finally worked hard enough to follow in her senior’s footsteps and joined the same team, she never expected that her first lesson would be to witness Xingzi being tortured. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The story of Xingzi was even more melodramatic and clichéd than that of Fang Muye, and it could be summed up in one sentence: she fell in love with her target.

The two planned to run away, but ultimately failed. The target was shot dead, while Xingzi was dragged back, squeezed for every last bit of value, and turned into a warning for the juniors—a sacrificial chicken.

Furukawa Shizuka said that at that time, all the rookies had their eyelids fixed open, forced not to blink.

It was thanks to this that everyone was uncontrollably shedding tears, which allowed her own to pass unnoticed.

She watched with her own eyes as an oddly patterned, beautiful snake named Ying was lured by its handler to enter Xingzi’s body.

Xingzi was tightly secured onto a metal plate, unable to move a muscle.

Furukawa Shizuka could only gauge the extent of her pain through her eyes, expressions, and screams.

Snakes are very difficult to train, so the whole execution was lengthy, with the experienced handler occasionally stroking Xingzi’s abdomen to determine the snake’s position.

He would also tap rhythmically at times, so that the snake, which had poor hearing, could move forward following the vibrations.

Furukawa Shizuka forced her attention on her sore and painful eyes, trying to ignore the agony in her heart.

She both hoped that the snake would suffocate inside Xingzi’s body and also that it would come out soon to end her suffering.

Gradually, Xingzi’s screams changed as blood began to ooze from her mouth and nose.

She started coughing, and clumps of bright red foam surged out, staining her face, jaw, neck, and white chest.

After what seemed like an eternity, when Furukawa Shizuka felt as if her life was almost over, Xingzi suddenly let out a short but piercing scream, then exhaled and remained still.

The handler started tapping on her head and face, and soon enough, Furukawa Shizuka clearly saw Xingzi’s neck writhing as if coming back to life.

In the end, the blood-stained Ying emerged from Xingzi’s wide-open mouth, and the handler held it in his hands, excitedly and sickeningly showering it with praises before finally giving it a white mouse as a reward.

Watching Ying slowly swallow the mouse bit by bit, Furukawa Shizuka couldn’t hold back any longer and bent over to vomit.

Afterward, she had nightmares for two months straight. Sometimes she dreamed she was Xingzi, and other times the silhouette of Ying inside Xingzi.

If it weren’t for the therapist’s treatment, she might have collapsed and gone insane long ago.

After conveying these intermittently, Furukawa Shizuka’s tears had dried, but she did not leave Xiao Ming’s embrace, quietly lying there as if waiting for his comfort.

However, what she received was Xiao Ming’s calm analysis.

"So, you lied to me after all. Your dream was never to surpass Margarita Konekova.

Because, Xingzi’s ordeal made it impossible for you to seduce a man without feeling conflicted.

In that respect..."

Lifting her chin with a smirk full of scorn, Xiao Ming said, "As a female spy with an attractive appearance, you are unqualified, and failure was already destined."

Furukawa Shizuka’s eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, as if she couldn’t fathom his cold-blooded ruthlessness.

Moments later, the sense of injustice in her gaze turned into hatred, and she grabbed Xiao Ming’s arm and viciously bit into it.

Xiao Ming’s eyebrows twitched twice, but he didn’t dodge or make a sound.

Soon, blood flowed into his mouth, and Furukawa Shizuka felt nauseous only after releasing her teeth. She looked up to see a smiling face, which perplexed her once again.

One must remember that Xiao Ming had hit her before, more than once, and even when under the control of drugs, when he wanted to violate her, he was never as gentle as at this moment.

"Hiss... You’ve got quite the bite, you bitch!"

Xiao Ming looked at the bleeding wound on his arm and grimaced, "Damn it, it probably won’t even scab over in four or five days, and who knows how much trouble it’ll be to explain when I get home!"

Furukawa Shizuka felt like her brain couldn’t keep up, "You... why?"

"Why what? If you really hope to get hit, I’d be happy to oblige."

Xiao Ming pretended to raise his hand, and Furukawa Shizuka instinctively shrank her neck and closed her eyes tight.

"Spoiled little bitch!"

Xiao Ming stood up and walked towards the door, speaking like a capitalist who should be hanged from a streetlamp, "Heart-wrenching stories have been told, tears have been shed, the anger that needed venting has been vented. You surely can’t find an excuse to continue moping around, right?

Hurry up and get the hell up to eat, then put on some makeup with spirit and charm all the men at the dinner.

If you dare to be lazy and not work properly again, I’ll whip your ass until it splits into eight parts!"

The door slammed shut with a bang, which made Furukawa Shizuka’s delicate body shudder. She gently tasted the blood in her mouth as if it were the sweetest flavor in the world.

After a while, she couldn’t help pressing hard against her chest.

It felt like there was something desperately trying to break out from inside.

"Mingyue, for uncle’s sake, can you please be a little gentler, seeing that I truly care about you?"

In the living room, Mingyue’s motions as she cleaned the wound were still unapologetically rough. Xiao Ming, unable to retaliate or scold, could only speak softly.

"Only now you realize it hurts?" Mingyue snorted, "What about when you were having your fun behind your wife’s back, didn’t you think of that then?"

Xiao Ming gave a wry smile, "Girl, that’s not something you should say lightly. What if Qingfeng gets jealous and decides to fight me to the death?"

"I’m speaking for Aunt Xue!" Mingyue glanced at Qingfeng quickly.

"Alright then! I thank you on behalf of my wife for your sense of responsibility.

Also, please don’t underestimate your uncle’s flirting skills. Once a woman has reached the point where I can have my fun with her, she wouldn’t possibly bite me so viciously."

"That’s not necessarily true."

The voice came from behind him. Xiao Ming turned to see Furukawa Shizuka, clad in a robe, standing in the bedroom doorway, her eyes swollen like peaches but her smile blossoming like peach blossoms.

"Sir, since antiques represent traditional culture, I believe traditional dress should be worn. What do you think is better, qipao or kimono?"

Xiao Ming curled his lip, "Firstly, qipao belongs to the Manchus and has no right to represent the traditional dress of Han Country.

Secondly, your legs are too short to make a qipao look good."

Furukawa Shizuka’s face darkened, "Next time I’ll bite even harder!"

Bang!

The door was shut emphatically, and Qingfeng suddenly snickered, "Mingyue, now you can lecture uncle.

Because I feel like that Japanese woman is already prepared to be swept off her feet by uncle."