Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 432 Stepmother (Part 2)

At the Kujo family's dinner party, Miss Kiko left the next day, but the Managing Director left immediately.

As the only non-family witness that night, the woman left the Kujo family, a place stained with blood and savagery, with a gloomy face.

They left without hesitation, and with a somewhat aggressive air.

Miss Mu can still be contacted, but the woman seems to have disappeared.

"Who knows."

The lady chewed on the pinkish flesh with her teeth.

Pieces of peach flesh went into her mouth one by one, and the woman occasionally licked the two fingers that were extended to her with her tongue.

They didn't let a single drop of juice go to waste, not even between the boy's fingers.

Enjoying being fed by the man, the wife said jokingly.

"Maybe I'll break up with you if I make you angry."

The lady used the word "also" very cleverly, and Longchuan Che handed over half of the fruit, which was left there.

The man got engaged, which caught many people off guard.

However, the executive director was probably concerned about the second banquet that day, though his wife was unaware of it.

The woman said with a hint of schadenfreude, "This is what happens to scumbags," and then opened her mouth to signal Ryukawa Tetsu to continue.

"You're getting bolder and bolder these days."

Longchuan Che put the fruit that was handed to him into his mouth.

My wife has the spoiled, pampered personality of a little woman. If you go along with her a little bit, she'll get all high and mighty.

Long Chuanche stood up and unbuttoned one or two buttons on his shirt.

He was wearing light blue loungewear, made of thin, cool silk, which would be very comfortable in the summer.

He awkwardly unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled his wife to the room door.

The door is an old-fashioned sliding door, made of a thin layer of beech wood with mediocre sound insulation.

After all, it's a house from over a decade ago, so we can't expect too much.

"what?"

The wife was somewhat confused.

"Shhh."

The boy gestured for silence, then lifted the woman's hand and made her place it against the door, and finally made her place her ear against it as well.

"listen."

The man spoke softly, and the woman subconsciously softened her breathing as well.

The corridor outside was pitch black, and I couldn't hear anything.

"There's nothing."

The woman frowned, wondering what the other person wanted to do.

"Tell me if there's any movement."

Long Chuanche smiled and kept the woman listening as he continued to feed her fruit.

The room was quiet, with the only sound most of the time being the woman swallowing.

The tender pink flesh was chewed up and then used to soothe the woman's hungry stomach.

"Actually, it's my sister."

The man treats her too well, so the wife stops teasing him.

I thought about what my sister said before she left.

"She plans to swap her shares in the Otoha Group."

"The shares of the Yinyu Group have been swapped?"

Ryukawa Tetsuya was stunned. Otowa Group was a subsidiary of Kodansha, encompassing film and animation, and publishing. It was a large-scale comprehensive group in China.

Why sell something that's guaranteed to make a profit?

Long Chuanche frowned.

The Otowa Group is quite large, and the managing director, who holds 12% of the shares, has no need to worry about his finances for the rest of his life.

This kind of share swap may seem like it can acquire a large amount of assets, but in the long run it is a loss.

"Who knows her?"

The wife rolled her eyes. Her sister never talked to others about what she did, let alone consulted with her.

He was completely autocratic, like a tyrant.

"Let's ask her when we get back in a couple of days."

Longchuan Che clicked his tongue. In a couple of days, the Executive Director will also be returning to Kyoto. It'll be quite a lively time then.

The two stood at the doorway, asking and answering questions, and after a while, the wife noticed something was wrong.

"Where are you going?"

Long Chuanche suddenly blocked the woman's path as she tried to escape through the doorway. "You little bastard, what do you think you're doing?"

The lady was a little nervous; she had just heard the sound of doors opening and closing in the hallway.

There are three rooms on the second floor. The wife's room is the innermost one, close to the washroom, which is also the place everyone has to pass through when getting up at night.

"Are you full?"

The woman covered her chest with her hands, huddled pitifully in the corner by the door.

His expression looked somewhat pitiful, but Longchuan Che wouldn't fall for it.

"eat"

The lady's eyes darted around, her stomach already full of fruit.

She knew why Long Chuanche insisted she eat; it was because she had a bad stomach.

What seemed like a thoughtful gesture revealed her terrible nature after she had eaten and drunk her fill, leaving the wife, who was blocked at the doorway, on the verge of tears.

"You can't do this."

The wife said tearfully:
"Xiaoqian is still outside the door."

As the woman spoke, she unconsciously slowed her breathing. There were soft footsteps outside the door, and the girl who got up in the middle of the night moved as lightly as a flower.

"What are you afraid of?"

Long Chuanche raised an eyebrow, indicating that the woman should remain in the same position.

His face was pressed against the door, and he needed to hold onto the door to stand.

The woman kept saying no, no, and Long Chuanche put his mouth close to her ear.

"explain."

Longchuan Che put his fingers between the woman's fingers.

Why didn't you care at all when I got engaged?

The man's words startled the woman, and she thought back to the scene.

Ryukawa Tetsu led Imamura Natsuko in, and she was the only one present who was smiling.

Like a beautiful rose, it doesn't matter who he marries.

"You're angry?"

The wife, who had been crying, started laughing, her laughter as bright as a flower, like a swaying rose.

"You're finished, Ryūchū Ché, you love."

Before the woman could finish speaking, her face was suddenly slammed against the door.

His pupils dilated slightly, and the sounds of footsteps outside the door became clearer.

"What did you say?"

Long Chuanche smiled and brushed his hand through the woman's hair, bringing his lips to her mouth.

The other person kissed her instinctively, without the coquettish laughter from before.

"I'm calling you a bastard!"

A warm and lingering kiss followed as the woman looked at the boy standing behind her.

The air conditioner hummed in the bedroom, and the sound of breathing was leisurely and long.

"Longchuan Che, you'll regret this!"

The woman gritted her teeth in anger. She didn't want things to be this way, but the boy was deliberately bullying her.

He might be unhappy with her reaction at the wedding, or he might be upset because she had just teased him on purpose.

Anyway, her daughter was in the bathroom next door, and she, the mother, was being held against the door.

When did you become so confident?

Long Chuanche kissed the other person's earlobe, whose body was now curled up in a ball.

The loose neckline revealed her rounded shoulders, and she was still gritting her teeth, saying she would take better care of herself in the future.

You'll see how confident I am in a few months!

The woman clenched her fists like a general awaiting victory. Long Chuanche, not understanding why, pinched her waist until it turned a tender red.
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Akane Takeda woke up at 1 a.m.

She has a habit of getting up at night.

The bathroom door emitted a dim light in the early morning, and I hesitated for a moment as I passed my mother's room.

She didn't know if Long Chuanche was inside, so she hesitated for a moment and then leaned her ear closer.

It creaks and groans.

There sounded like a woman sobbing inside.

Along with that came the teasing voice of the boy she liked.

The two characters “義母” are clear and melodious.

Akane Takeda clenched her fists.

(End of this chapter)