Lu Qi trembled all over and nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pounding garlic.
"I understand...I understand..."
Taro Aso stood up with satisfaction, straightening his expensive suit as if he had just touched sothing dirty.
He turned and walked towards the stairwell.
After taking a couple of steps, he seed to rember sothing, paused, and said without turning his head.
"Have your mother co to my room tonight."
"I've been very irritable lately."
Lu Qi, who was lying on the ground panting, suddenly stiffened.
He lowered his head and buried his face deeply in his arms, his voice barely audible.
"......yes."
Zhou Huai almost burst out laughing.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, thoughts, and reflections
Back then, Lu Qi was incredibly arrogant in the East China Sea.
As the young master of the Zhou family and the grandson of the Liu family, he was surrounded by followers and acted arrogantly.
In front of her "useless" older brother, she did everything she could to mock and bully him.
Back then, his eyes always held a haughty disdain, as if the whole world should grovel at his feet.
But what about now?
Having co to this land of cherry blossoms, what is he anyway?
In front of unard ordinary people, he drove his sports car, swaggering around and venting his sense of superiority like a madman.
But when he was in front of his real master in Japan, he didn't dare to utter a single word.
They were beaten like dogs and trampled underfoot like trash.
He even personally sent his own biological mother to soone else's bed.
This is no longer the wealthy young master he used to be.
This is clearly a stray dog whose spine has been completely broken, and which can only survive by wagging its tail and begging for rcy.
Zhou Huai snapped out of his thoughts, feeling no sympathy, only a faint indifference.
What goes around cos around.
Lu Qi's current predicant is entirely his own fault.
At this mont, what Zhou Huai should pay more attention to is not Lu Qi or his mother Liu Yuru.
Instead, it was this man nad Aso.
Tang Qi said he was a confidant of Kujo Hiroharu.
A person in a high position who enjoys the deep trust of Hiroharu Kujo would have access to absolutely the most crucial information.
Maybe we can use him to do sothing.
At this mont, a rather haphazard plan was quietly brewing in Zhou Huai's mind.
...
Night fell.
Taro Aso sat in his study, still busy making phone calls.
His study was decorated in an extrely luxurious manner, with a whole wall of bookshelves behind him, filled with all kinds of finely bound books with gold-embossed covers, but it seed more like a pretentious decoration.
Be gentle.
Taro Aso kept his voice low, trying his best to remain restrained.
"The public opinion outside is already strong enough; we absolutely cannot kill anyone else."
The person on the other end of the phone seed to be making so kind of explanation.
Taro Aso frowned even more deeply.
"We can cripple them, we can injure them, let them bleed a little."
"Especially those ringleaders, they can be tortured properly as a warning to others."
"But don't kill him."
"Let's handle it this way."
After saying that, he hung up the phone in frustration and casually tossed the communicator onto the expensive solid wood desk.
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the study door.
"Co in."
Taro Aso didn't even look up, his tone unfriendly.
The door hinges clicked softly, and a graceful figure walked in.
A faint fragrance instantly filled the air.
Taro Aso subconsciously looked up, and when he saw who it was, a hint of surprise flashed in his small eyes.
Liu Yuru was wearing a tight-fitting black lace dress that perfectly accentuated her well-maintained, voluptuous figure, with a deep V-neck revealing glimpses of her alluring white skin.
This outfit was completely different from her usual dignified and elegant deanor.
Taro Aso looked her up and down with so surprise.
"You seem a little different today?"
Liu Yuru smiled charmingly, walked slowly to him, and asked in return.
"What's different?"
Taro Aso's gaze road freely over her body, finally settling on her still charming face.
“You would never have worn clothes like this before.”
Liu Yuru giggled, her voice carrying a hint of deliberate coquettishness.
"I want to change things up today."
Taro Aso subconsciously licked his dry lips, his eyes ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) almost overflowing with desire.
I love you no matter what you are like.
Aso Taro walked up to Liu Yuru, all the annoyance on his face vanished.
He tried to keep his tone gentle.
Don't take what happened during the day to heart.
"Your son is so irresponsible."
"What ti is it now? It's the crucial mont when Lord Hongzhi is about to unify the world."
"I just don't want any mistakes to happen."
"I treated him that way so that he would rember his place and understand his own identity."
I hope you can understand.
Liu Yuru chuckled: "Lord Aso has misunderstood. You should teach that brat Lu Qi a lesson."
"That puts my mind at ease."
As he spoke, Taro Aso closed the distance between himself and Yuru Liu.
The fragrance emanating from the other person made him lose his senses.
He slid his hand down and pulled Liu Yuru's plump shoulders into his arms.
As a result, they couldn't get the car moving.
It was as if the woman standing in front of him was not a weak woman.
It is a stone sculpture rooted deep in the earth.
"Um?"
The desire in Taro Aso's eyes faded sowhat, replaced by a hint of surprise.
He couldn't help but re-examine the charming woman before him.
The other person was also looking at him.
He said expressionlessly:
"Just talk, why are you resorting to physical violence?"
Taro Aso's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively took a step back.
wrong!
This reaction is wrong!
"you......"
Taro Aso pointed at her, the color draining from his face as he looked on in disbelief and astonishnt.
"You're not Liu Yuru?"
"Who are you?!"
He turned and tried to run, intending to press the alarm under the desk to call the guards.
However, it was all too late.
A hand that appears fair and slender, yet carries the force of a thunderbolt.
*Smack!!!*
Liu Yuru delivered a powerful slap, landing squarely on Taro Aso's face.
Taro Aso is just a support class with little combat ability.
He had lived a life of luxury and indulgence, and his body had long been hollowed out by alcohol and won.
How could it withstand such a terrifying blow?
He didn't even have ti to let out a scream.
He was like a spinning top that had been flung into the air, spinning twice in mid-air.
Several bloody teeth flew out of his mouth, tracing a grueso arc in the air.
"Bang!"
His enormous body slamd heavily onto the expensive Persian carpet, rolled around a few tis, and finally lay there face down, motionless.
It slapped him right to the ground.
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