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

Chapter 443: Pregnant? Or not?

Can the waters of the Kamo River flow backward?

Life, can it be lived again?

Standing inside the pharmacy, Long Chuanche appeared dazed.

"No way?"

Long Chuanche touched the words "Folic Acid Tablets" and looked utterly incredulous.

Everything lately seems to be explainable.

You must not get angry with her, and you must not bully her.

Because she might be pregnant, and the offspring she carries could bear the surname Longchuan.

"Are you pregnant? Or are you trying to conceive?"

Long Chuan Che frowned as he looked at the folic acid in his hand, which stated that it was recommended to supplement during the first three months and the last three months of pregnancy.

"Why isn't it better yet?"

As Long Chuanche was deep in thought, the pharmacy's welcome bell rang once.

Natsuko Imamura entered the pharmacy and saw Tatsukawa Tetsu standing in a daze in front of the medicine shelves.

"Oh, I've found it."

The young lady covered her mouth and laughed, while Long Chuanche's expression was exactly the same as if he had been hit and was stunned.

Doubt, confusion, and hesitation.

The young lady was quite certain that bringing a child in front of him now would startle him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Long Chuanche glared at the girl.

This woman should have known long ago, but she didn't tell me.

"I'll tell you?"

The young lady took some cold medicine from the medicine shelf and looked at Long Chuanche with a questioning look.

Are you sure you want me to tell you?

Admittedly, Tatsuki Tatsumi had the right to know about the pregnancy, but it was his wife who kept it from him.

Whether she was trying to conceive or was already pregnant, the young lady noticed Long Chuanche's confusion but didn't say anything.

"Ask her yourself; she should tell you this herself."

Judging from the young lady's expression and demeanor, Long Chuanche suspected that his wife was probably, maybe, 80% certain.

"Really pregnant?"

Longchuan Che's face fell.

If a girl doesn't say it, she'll tell you herself.

From a woman's perspective, pregnancy is a joyous occasion that can only be shared with her loved one.

The young lady has her own methods of cheating.

But she felt that she shouldn't be the one to tell Tatsukawa Tetsu.

"Just ask her yourself."

The young lady smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Longchuan Che wanted to go back.

The question of whether his wife was pregnant made him feel somewhat unreal.

It's like walking down the street and suddenly someone jumps out and calls him "Dad".

His mind is completely blank right now.

"remind."

As she stepped out of the pharmacy, the young lady held up a finger and waved it in front of Long Chuanche's eyes.

"If you're really pregnant, you should start preparing early."

The girl frantically layered her nails, her face a picture of "I didn't tell you, you guessed it yourself."

"Prepare? Prepare for what?"

Long Chuanche touched his wallet, wondering if the young lady was referring to money.

Raising a child is very expensive.

Longchuan Che made this expression.

"Grandpa."

Natsuko Imamura's face suddenly calmed down.

"If you have children, will your maternal grandfather let them live a life of wandering?"

The girl's sudden question stunned Tatsukawa.

For an elderly person who doesn't have many years left, is there any greater joy than the birth of a newborn child?

Long Chuanche remained silent for a long time.

"absolute!"

"Don't let him know!"

Long Chuanche squeezed the medicine bottle until it was deformed, speaking in a tone that was half warning and half threat.

The young lady frowned slightly, then pouted and said.

"understood."

The boy's eyes looked like he wanted to eat her alive, even though she was just trying to be helpful by reminding him.

After leaving the pharmacy, Tatsukawa Tetsu ultimately did not rush back to Kyoto to ask his wife in person.

The young lady's reminder made him feel a little urgent.

"If I could really get the Japan Writers' Association to operate according to my ideas, how could I maximize its benefits?"

Longchuan Che asked.

The Writers' Association wields considerable influence, but it functions more as a tool.

How to use it, and how to make it work in the future.

This is what Tatsukawa Tetsu should have done.

The girl didn't say anything and silently walked towards Kikucho.

Central Station is also in Chiyoda Ward, not far from their house. "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Long Chuanche grabbed the girl's wrist; his tone had been a little harsh just now.

"Yup!"

The young lady spoke in a fierce tone.

"So fierce! What does that have to do with me?"

Ryukawa Tetsu worried that if Kujo Fujitaka found out, everything would slide into unpredictable consequences.

The young lady had lived in the Kujo family for over a decade...

"I apologize."

The boy smiled, while the young lady rolled her eyes.

This person is the type who uses people only when they need them and ignores them when they don't.

"I was blind too."

The girl muttered something to herself, and then said.

Do you know how many politicians are removed from office every year because of writers' articles?

This is a jump back to the earlier topic of how to use the influence of the Writers' Association.

Ryukawa Toru's earliest contact with government officials was regarding the Akutagawa Prize.

At the time, the Akutagawa Prize winners put the government under immense public pressure.

"How many?"

Longchuan Che was curious.

"In addition to unreasonable tax rates for the public, a total of seven officials have stepped down since last year."

"Fujino of the National Tax Agency, Shinomiya of the Central Labor Committee."

The young lady looked at Long Chuanche with a strange expression.

"Even Mr. Okamoto at the family dinner almost got demoted because of his article 'Exchanges and Reforms in Foreign Affairs'."

At this point, public opinion has become a very serious problem.

Writers live in the public eye and like to fill in the gaps in their knowledge.

"So I should go into politics? To help fight the enemy?"

Longchuan Che stroked his chin, feeling that it was a bit too troublesome.

"Need not."

The young lady shrugged.

"A person carrying a bomb is just as dangerous as someone who uses a bomb."

"An interesting metaphor."

Longchuan Che smiled. The young lady probably meant that one could threaten politicians with the Writers' Association without even entering politics.

Japan now has an electoral system, and many things that are opposed by the public can force officials to step down.

Of course, this is on the premise that the other party is not clean.

"But how many politicians have clean hands?"

Long Chuanche smiled. The young lady said he looked like a villain.

Walk from Chuo Station to Kikucho.

The engagement gift that Kujo Fujitaka gave to the two of them was a rather luxurious garden.

In Chiyoda Ward, where land is incredibly valuable, the walls are painted a light, muted white.

"I'm living a good life with you."

Long Chuanche remarked with emotion as the young lady opened the door with practiced ease.

Turn on a few beautiful guiding lights.

The young lady gave the order as soon as she entered the room.

"There are fresh fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. Please wash some for me; I want to eat them."

Do you treat me like a servant?

The boy complained, but still managed to find the location of the kitchen.

It seems that someone comes to the house regularly to replenish daily necessities.

Fresh food, and rather high-end meat.

How about sukiyaki tonight?

Ryukawa Tetsuya looked excitedly at the red and white Wagyu beef in the refrigerator.

"can."

The young lady smiled, pursing her lips.

Although Ryukawa Tetsu had a bad temper and questionable lifestyle.

But there was one more person in the once cold and impersonal house.

"Longchuan Che".

Looking at the boy washing the fruit, Natsuko Imamura suddenly spoke.

"what?"

The boy turned around.

"Actually, there is a way to solve this problem once and for all."

"Method?"

"A way to get your grandfather to stop taking you back, so you can have as many children as you want outside without any problem."

Long Chuanche was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously felt that it was impossible.

The girl wasn't sure if she was teasing him or just playing a prank on him.

"Have another one."

Evening whispers are so enticing they make your heart itch.

The young lady whispered in the boy's ear.

"Have a child whose surname is Kujo."

(End of this chapter)