After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 340 - 337: A Spring Night is Worth a Thousand Gold

"Another day."

It was just dawning as Lu Liang walked out of Haneda Airport.

A sudden sense of poignancy struck him, as over the past ten days or so, he’d set out from Modu and circumnavigated the globe with time to spare, running from the East Half Ball to the United States, and back again to Tokyo in the East Half Ball.

Once things settled down in Tokyo, Lu Liang probably wouldn’t need to leave again for a while. It wasn’t exactly comforting to fly every day; feeling the solid earth beneath his feet gave him a greater sense of peace.

Wen Chao came to pick him up, having been dispatched by Lu Liang half a month earlier to establish Xingheng Investment Company in Tokyo.

Previously, while Lu Liang was in Detroit, the so-called investment of 5 billion US dollars was also made in the name of Tokyo’s Xingheng Company.

"Wen Chao, how are you adjusting here?" Lu Liang asked with a smile, embracing Wen Chao warmly.

He didn’t know when he had become the very sort of person he used to hate the most. A little token of human care for his employees abroad was worth more than a thousand words.

"Mr. Lu, good morning."

Wen Chao, smiling broadly, handed over company documentation and related public account files: "Mr. Ota has been assisting us all along."

The 358 million dollars in dividends and commissions were lying quietly in an account opened at Mitsui Sumitomo.

From the initial 360 million, roughly 2 million had been spent setting up the company, recruiting staff, and leasing a space.

Wen Chao paused for a moment, and then hurriedly asked, "Mr. Lu, shall we go to the company first to have a look?"

Having been tasked with significant responsibilities one after another for two years.

Managing a private equity fund was one thing — after all, it was right under Lu Liang’s watch, and if anything went wrong, he was there to back him up.

But ever since he was sent to Tokyo to manage so much capital, he felt like a kite bereft of its string, uneasy at heart.

He really hoped Mr. Lu would visit the company, offer some advice, and provide some guidance.

A word of approval or criticism would give him a bit of reassurance.

"It’s not yet fully light outside, let’s wait a bit longer."

Unable to help chuckling, Lu Liang thought for a moment and then instructed, "First head to Roppongi. Send a car for me at noon, and at three o’clock in the afternoon, schedule a meeting with Ota Ling."

After a ten-hour flight and seven hours of time difference, he wanted to take a shower and rest properly for a while.

"Yes, Mr. Lu."

Wen Chao grinned sheepishly, not as assertive as he used to be.

Being new to Tokyo, and being young, he could only play the severe judge every day to maintain authority. Now that Mr. Lu was here, he could let his guard down a little.

"Let’s go, get in the car."

Lu Liang smiled and patted Wen Chao on the shoulder.

They left the airport, and speeding along the highway, passed by the Tokyo Tower, arriving at Roppongi’s Third District in forty minutes.

Lu Liang had a good memory; although he had only been here once, he still remembered where his apartment and the specific floor were.

Mostly because it was distinctively located and well situated, right next to the Asahi TV Station and Yahoo Group Building.

Lu Liang arrived at the door and rang the bell repeatedly before finally hearing a timid voice from inside.

"Who is it?"

Sakurada Miyuki was full of wariness; she had lived here for over three months, and it was the first time someone had come to visit, especially so early.

"It’s me," Lu Liang chuckled, glancing up at the monitor.

"I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t know it was you," Sakurada Miyuki hurriedly opened the door, apologetic and frightened.

With a bare face, tender skin, sleep lines still on her cheeks, she was dressed in a loose, thin long-sleeved nightgown.

"Miyuki, are you settling in well here?" Lu Liang asked with a smile at the corner of his mouth as he casually took off his coat and looked around the room’s setup.

Compared to the finely furnished blank canvas from a few months back, the room had undergone significant changes—an array of cute knick-knacks and potted green plants had been added.

Like sofa covers featuring the Nozawa family, a giant carpet resembling Xiao Bai, and the original grey curtains had been replaced with light blue ones—there were touches of life everywhere.

"Thank you, sir, Miyuki has been quite comfortable living here. Please have a seat, and I’ll help you with your shoes."

Suddenly kneeling, Sakurada Miyuki helped Lu Liang sit down at the entrance to take off his shoes and socks, and she slipped cartoon slippers onto his feet.

In the beginning, she was very anxious, not sleeping well at night, always fearful of Mr. Lu’s sudden arrival.

But after one month, two months, three months, without seeing Mr. Lu or even a phone call from him, her feelings began to shift from anxiety to anticipation.

A salary of 3 million yen a month, even though 2.5 million went towards paying off debt, the right to live in a luxurious several hundred square meter mansion, along with the use of several luxury cars, made her look forward to Mr. Lu’s visits.

Sakurada Miyuki was well aware that her contributions did not match up to her current rewards.

As the saying goes, "A night of springtime is worth a thousand gold pieces"—the tangible embodiment of which was evident in the incredible deal of a good night’s sleep.

If word got out, probably every girl in Tokyo would go crazy, competing to spend a night with Lu Liang.

Moreover, Lu Liang wasn’t just any old man, but an internationally renowned financier who would be treated with the utmost respect even in the United States.

"Run a bath for me, I need to take a shower."

Lu Liang took it for granted to accept the service, walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found only beverages and some fruits and vegetables.

Sakurada Miyuki blushed, "I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know you were coming, so I didn’t prepare much."

"Have you always lived here alone?" Lu Liang grabbed a bottle of soda, which tasted like orange juice and was quite nice.

Sakurada Miyuki nodded quickly, honestly saying, "Only my mother has come a few times, but each time she left very soon."

She always remembered Lu Liang’s words, whether it was the house or the car, only she was allowed to use them.

Lu Liang chuckled. While waiting for the bathtub to fill, he chatted with Miyuki, "Are you not in school now?"

"Yes, but we are on summer break. Our summer break starts from mid-July and lasts until the beginning of September."

"How’s your study? Have you been learning Chinese?"

"I am learning, I know a little bit."

Sakurada Miyuki hesitated for a long time, then suddenly spoke with the soft accent of a high-ranking officer, stressing the second tone with every syllable.

"Study hard, you might be able to help me in the future, and you could pay off your loan early."

Lu Liang said with a smile, reached out and patted Miyuki’s head, when suddenly his phone rang and Xu Jiawei had sent over newly bought clothes.

"You go get it." He headed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and soaked in the bathtub, closing his eyes to rejuvenate.

Tokyo’s life expectancy was the highest in the world, something that couldn’t be unlinked from their love of bathing.

Occasionally soaking indeed helped relieve fatigue, soothe the mind, and stimulate circulation.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

Lu Liang said, "Just hang the pajamas on the door."

Sakurada Miyuki uttered a small sound, like that of a mosquito, followed by the rustling of movements.

Lu Liang squinted, took a glance, and saw skin as white as snow, completely bare.

She was red-faced, tiptoeing around, full of a sneaky thrill.

"Sir... sir, do you need me to scrub your back?" She spoke haltingly, covering herself in key places with her hands.

Lu Liang hummed in affirmation, turning his head away.

Sakurada Miyuki let out a long breath, quickly showered to rinse off, soaking wet, her hair tied up in a high ponytail.

She extended her slender, beautiful legs into the tub and quietly sat behind Lu Liang, kneading his shoulders to relieve his fatigue.

Lu Liang laid back, resting on plump collagen.

Miyuki’s face flushed, and she couldn’t help but let out a light moan because Lu Liang’s hair was a little prickly.

After about ten minutes, Lu Liang was so relaxed he was nearly asleep.

Miyuki reminded him with a soft voice, "Sir, it’s time to get up, you can’t soak for too long."

She took out a small stool, placed it under the shower head; Japanese bathing typically involved washing, soaking, scrubbing, and finally a thorough rinse.

The comfort of completing this routine surpassed the vigorous scrubbing found in the northeast.

If one had to point out a flaw, it would possibly be Sakurada Miyuki.

In a proper bathhouse, there are often big, burly male attendants unless it’s an improper bathhouse women don’t serve men.

But the soft-spoken, delicate Sakurada Miyuki kept fluttering in front of Lu Liang, her presence unsettling.

What proper person could withstand such a test?

The original bath-scrub-clean routine had an additional step inserted, causing the bath time to be extended by over twenty minutes.

Lu Liang, wrapped in a bathrobe and refreshed, walked out of the bathroom, leaving a nearly limp Sakurada Miyuki to clean up.

Suddenly, in the empty house,

a string of Japanese that Lu Liang couldn’t understand sounded.

It seemed accusatory in tone.

Passing through the living room, Lu Liang saw a woman, almost forty, organizing the refrigerator and putting away the newly bought meats and vegetables.

Apparently, because Lu Liang didn’t respond, the woman turned her head instinctively and their eyes met, the air filling with awkwardness.

Sakurada Miyuki heard the noise, her hair still dripping wet, not even time to dry it, and hurried out.

"Sir, this is my mother," she introduced stiffly, red creeping up her cheeks once more.

Both were in bathrobes; anyone normal would know what they had just been doing.