Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 315 Who is this Xiang Xiang_1

No one could simply live on love and sweet nothings, not even the protagonists of the most extraordinary romance novels could, and even Ye Jin’an, who made a living from relationships, harbored deep-seated hatred.

Although women’s loyalty often stemmed from emotion, this "emotion" could be anything but love, which was the least reliable of all.

Love made people foolish and easy to exploit, and once love was gone, it often turned into hatred.

Therefore, Xiao Ming never had any intention of using a romantic relationship to deal with Furukawa Shizuka.

Furukawa Shizuka, with a bandage also wrapped around her forehead, opened the door and stared blankly at him for a moment before her face twisted into anger, although her gaze darted around evasively.

"What are you doing here? Haven’t you done enough harm to me?"

Furukawa Shizuka was seriously injured, with her left arm in a sling across her chest, which made Xiao Ming angry as well.

He rudely pushed the door open and went straight into the house without bothering to take off his shoes.

Unconcerned by Xiao Li, who just stood coldly in the entryway after entering, Furukawa Shizuka hurried into the living room and saw Xiao Ming bending over to pick up a picture frame from a low cabinet.

Furukawa Tairou and a gentle-looking woman dressed in kimonos sat in the front, while Furukawa Jianyi and Furukawa Shizuka, in their respective school uniforms, stood behind them.

A stern father, a tranquil mother, a sunny brother, and a radiant girl, just an ordinary family portrait.

"What do you want exactly? Spit it out! I am not in the mood to deal with you today."

Furukawa Shizuka seemed reluctant to get close to Xiao Ming, staying angry from a three or four-step distance.

"I have a question for you," Xiao Ming said, putting down the picture frame and turning around with an indifferent expression.

"What?"

"Did you become a spy because of faith or a dream? Or was it because of your father?"

"Of course it’s..."

"Don’t lie to me."

With one step forward from Xiao Ming, Furukawa Shizuka involuntarily took two steps back, placing her uninjured right hand on her chest as if he might pounce on her at any moment like a wild beast.

"Since that night in the archive room, you’ve been in the palm of my hand. It’s easy to distinguish between truth and lies."

This was the first time Furukawa Shizuka had faced such a cold Xiao Ming. Intuition told her this was the man’s true self and she also knew that she couldn’t expect the tenderness he showed when deceiving her.

A feeling of resentment welled up inside her unbidden. Biting her lip, she said, "My grandfather was a soldier, and my father’s first job was in the intelligence service.

This... this is the Furukawa family’s business."

"Bullshit family business!"

Xiao Ming cursed loudly and took another step forward, "Second question, how many innocent people from the Han Nation have you killed, directly or indirectly?"

Furukawa Shizuka felt a sudden invisible pressure that gripped her heart, making her unable to move.

"I have been in the Han Country for less than two years and all my work was relaying orders and receiving intelligence. The only Han Nation Person’s death related to me is Hao Jianwen.

But he... he shouldn’t be considered innocent, right?"

In an instant, the pressure lifted and Furukawa Shizuka breathed a long sigh of relief. Looking up, she found Xiao Ming standing in front of her, his stomach pressing against her chest, causing her heart to race again.

"Last question, what will you do if your father and brother betray Fusang?"

"That’s impossible."

"I said if."

Furukawa Shizuka knew she shouldn’t answer such a question, yet she couldn’t help but think.

Last night, her father was very harsh, the bamboo sword even splintered apart, and she thought she might be beaten to death.

Strangely, although there was sadness in her heart, it wasn’t overwhelming; the predominant feelings were resentment and bitterness, and these were directed at just one person.

The man standing before her.

Furukawa Shizuka was proud. Not only was she beautiful, but she had been a top student all her life, had gotten into East University, and then been recruited by the intelligence department. Everything had gone smoothly for her.

She believed that she was destined to accomplish great things in her life, perhaps even make a significant mark in the history of Fusang—a patriarchy where the male hierarchy was exceptionally rigid and unyielding—as a woman.

Therefore, she looked down on those boys whose faces turned red when delivering a love letter, and she despised men who only knew how to use force, even if she wasn’t truly a lesbian. She only wished to be close to women.

Indeed, her belief was proven right. Men in both Fusang and Han Country, upon laying eyes on her, could only see her face and breasts, and she could easily make them dance to her tune.

Until the night of the Tianchang Festival.

She could never forget the several slaps she received and the kick to her stomach, nor the coldness and mockery in that man’s eyes.

For the first time in her life, she felt like an object, doomed to a tragic end if the man was not pleased.

She was not willing to accept this, nor was she content, and she did not believe that she, trained in special intelligence, could lose to a Han Country businessman of the same age.

Yet, the result was that she nearly lost her carefully guarded chastity, and her father broke her left arm.

The man was like a mountain she could only look up to, like the mythological Jiutun Tongzi. She was powerless to resist and could only wait in despair to be toyed with and then devoured.

Seemingly recalling something, a sickly flush appeared on Furukawa Shizuka’s face, and she answered feebly, her head bowed, "I don’t... I don’t know."

"That makes things easier,"

Xiao Ming finally revealed a smile, turned around to sit on the couch, and took out his phone to make a call.

Easier? What’s gotten easier?

Furukawa Shizuka was utterly confused, then she saw Xiao Ming call out to the receiver with an ambiguous smile, "Shizuka."

Her eyebrows unconsciously furrowed, a complex dissatisfaction brewing in her heart as if something that was originally hers had been snatched away by someone else.

So, she sat down across from Xiao Ming. Just as she was about to show her anger, she was startled by what Xiao Ming was saying, making her heart race uncontrollably.

"How is the information on the Furukawa Family you were supposed to look up? Such a trivial task taking so many days; pets that are no longer useful easily become meat in the pot."

Furukawa Shizuka didn’t know what was said on the other end of the line, but the sleazy smile on Xiao Ming’s face was very irritating to her.

"Tomorrow I’m heading back to Longyin. I won’t have the time to come aboard to discipline you. It won’t be too late to act out the next time we meet.

Just like that, hurry up and send the information over. I need it today."

Once the call ended, Furukawa Shizuka couldn’t wait to ask, "Who is this Shizuka?"

Xiao Ming raised an eyebrow slightly, "I thought you’d be more concerned about what I am investigating about the Furukawa family."

Furukawa Shizuka’s expression suddenly turned unnatural, her gaze evasive as she said, "The biggest secret of my family is our intelligence operative identities, what else can you find out?

Compared to that, this ’Shizuka’ you mentioned is much more important.

Because, in the intelligence files on you, there has never been a person whose name contained the word ’Shizuka’.

Given your relationship with the Han Country Security Bureau and their ability to investigate the Furukawa Family, I have every reason to believe she’s a spy lurking in Fusang."

Xiao Ming spread his hands out, "Then it’s even less likely that I will tell you who she is."

Furukawa Shizuka was taken aback, then she gritted her teeth, "Damn it! I will kill you sooner or later!"

"No rush, there will be plenty of opportunities for that in the future."

Xiao Ming immediately forwarded the email he received from Fujiwara Rika to Ding Jianwei and sent another text message, then he stood up and headed to the kitchen.

"What are you going to do now?" Furukawa Shizuka asked.

"Looking at you, you probably haven’t had breakfast yet. Your lips are so pale from hunger.

Though I assaulted you last night because of the drug, what’s done is done. Us men from Han Country do have a sense of responsibility. I’ll make you a meal as compensation."