After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 341 - 338: Misunderstanding

"Madam, hello."

Lu Liang had the mindset of a host, showing a slight smile as he nodded slightly and greeted her.

The woman’s expression was stiff as she quickly bowed in apology, "Really a private incident…"

"Sir, my mother apologizes, she shouldn’t have come over without alerting us first."

Sakurada Miyuki blushed, beautiful yet distressed, as she reluctantly acted as the translator between the two.

She also apologized to Lu Liang, explaining that because she worried about losing the keys, she had given her mother a spare.

She hadn’t expected her mother to come over today, and the timing of the visit couldn’t have been more coincidental.

However, it was a fortunate mishap, as their activities had been confined just to the bathroom.

Had they been a bit more unrestrained, in the living room, balcony, or kitchen, and her mother had suddenly walked in—

Merely thinking about the scenario made her want to die.

The two murmured to each other, no one knowing what they were discussing.

Lu Liang asked curiously, "Why aren’t you translating anymore?"

Miyuki, cheeks red, replied, "My mother said you look younger in person than in the photos, and very handsome."

"All that long conversation, and that’s all she said?" Lu Liang was skeptical.

"She also asked if you understand Japanese. I said no, then she asked…"

Miyuki stammered, her ears turning bright red, "She asked if we were just communicating in the bathroom."

Lu Liang smiled lightly, "Tell her I like you very much, I will treat you well in the future, and she can be assured."

Miyuki was slightly dazed, her expression excited and incoherent as she hurriedly relayed Lu Liang’s exact words to her mother.

She was nineteen, having just come of age, and had never been in a relationship before, always finding it hard to broach the subject. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Including what she’d told her mother before, merely mentioning that she knew a wealthy man willing to help her family pay off debts, provide a luxurious accommodation, and give her three luxury cars.

It was all her wishful thinking, just to set her mother at ease, yet it hadn’t been acknowledged by Lu Liang.

Now that Lu Liang acknowledged it, a purely beneficial arrangement no longer seemed so simple, and it wouldn’t be so hard for her to speak about it.

More importantly, Lu Liang was unmarried.

Her status had changed from mistress to a girlfriend not yet ready to be revealed to the public.

Perhaps it was self-deception,

but it sounded better when said out loud.

The woman was so moved she bowed deeply in gratitude, and Miyuki said, "She says, ’Thank you, sir. She won’t come so presumptuously next time, and she will leave for now, if there are no issues.’"

Lu Liang, while enjoying the tasty breakfast prepared for him, suddenly asked, "What does your mother do?"

Miyuki answered, "Now she mainly does odd jobs to earn rent and living expenses."

A year ago, her family was relatively affluent, her father the owner of a small company, earning 50 million yen a year.

That’s approximately 340,000 US dollars, considered a high income even in Tokyo, an international first-tier city.

Naturally, her mother became a full-time housewife, never seen working since Miyuki’s birth.

Over the years, having been disconnected from society focusing only on family life, she had forgotten how to earn a livelihood and could only manage odd jobs.

Mainly it was because she was older and a woman. In Tokyo, jobs are practically lifetime appointments; nobody wanted her.

"Still renting?" Lu Liang was surprised.

"Yes," Miyuki nodded, she was obedient and had not let anyone besides herself reside there.

Lu Liang smiled and suggested, "There are so many guest rooms here, let your mother move in and stay with you."

In a 480-square-meter deluxe apartment, besides the primary and secondary bedrooms, there were four guest rooms around 30 square meters each. He was not unreasonable.

Sakurada Miyuki was overjoyed and confirmed, "Sir, really? I can let my mom stay here as well?"

Lu Liang nodded, and Miyuki, thrilled, quickly talked to her mother about living together in the future.

The woman was shocked and did not share her daughter’s happiness; her smile was somewhat forced.

Miyuki sensed her puzzlement, "Mom, don’t you want to live with Miyuki?"

"Of course, Mom wants to live with Meixue," the woman forced a smile, inadvertently glancing at Lu Liang.

She had married her husband and given birth to Sakurada Miyuki right after graduating from university when she was 20.

Though she was now 39 years old, having been a full-time, well-kept wife for 19 years, she maintained herself well, appearing just over 30.

Recently, while working odd jobs outside, she often received cards inviting her to enter the film industry, noting that there was a market for mature women.

Now with Lu Liang unexpectedly inviting her to live with her daughter, it was no wonder she overthought.

"Thank you, sir. I’m Miyazaki Erii."

Erii showed a determined expression and no longer hesitated, immediately agreeing to her daughter’s invitation.

She was filled with regret now, thinking that if she hadn’t hesitated to accept the S1 invitation back then, her daughter might not have met Lu Liang.

The debt of 280 million yen was originally the responsibility of their elders, and should not have been left to a 19-year-old girl.

"Miyazaki? Isn’t your last name the same as mine, Sakurada?" Miyuki, full of confusion, hadn’t thought much about it.

"It’s my former last name."

Erii showed a gentle expression but did not explain much, hoping her daughter would always remain so innocent.

"Enjoy your meal, I’m going to rest for a while. Remember to wake me up at noon."

Lu Liang couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling out a tissue to wipe his mouth, planning to go back to his room to take a nap. He knew what Erii was thinking, but that wasn’t his intention, though he was too lazy to explain.

Approaching noon, Lu Liang was sleeping soundly.

Erii walked up to the bedside, crouched down, and gently shook Lu Liang’s shoulder, "Sir, wake up."

Lu Liang squinted his eyes, picked up his phone to check the time, and realized he had slept for over three hours, and it was now nearly twelve o’clock.

"Your secretary is waiting downstairs."

Erii recited this like reading from a script, her words stumbling, as she handed over a warm, moist towel and a cup of warm water.

"Do you understand Chinese?" Lu Liang asked in surprise, sitting up in bed and wiping his face with the hot towel.

Erii looked baffled, then suddenly pulled out her phone, which was open to a Chinese-Japanese translation app.

Lu Liang laughed, and Erii handed him a cup of warm water.

"Thank you," Lu Liang said with a smile.

She understood this and quickly responded, "You’re welcome."

As she spoke, she took out Lu Liang’s clothes for going out, neatly folded, and helped him out of his pajamas.

The process inevitably involved some skin contact, causing the just-rested Little Lu to unavoidably react.

Erii, still unfamiliar with Lu Liang and thinking he wanted it, fell silent for a moment before silently closing the door and starting to unbutton her shirt.

Lu Liang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Unable to communicate verbally, he quickly shook his head and gestured with his hands, then dressed himself.

He walked out of the bedroom, about to ask where Miyuki had gone.

Erii’s cheeks were slightly red as she pointed to the next bedroom and mimed a sleeping gesture.

"Then let’s let her continue sleeping."

Lu Liang called Jia Wei and learned that he and Wen Chao were just downstairs, "I’m coming down now."

Erii quickly pointed to the food on the dining table, but Lu Liang shook his head, "I won’t eat now, I’m not hungry yet."

He walked to the vestibule, and Erii hurriedly followed, helping him sit to wear shoes and socks and check his attire.

Erii’s neckline was very wide, bending over slightly, a trace of white landscape came into view.

Lu Liang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and was a bit uncomfortable.

Li Manli, Su Wanyu, Wang Chuting, and even Zhang Tian’ai, though they all liked him very much, did not serve him like this.

"I’m leaving, and I might not come back tonight."

Lu Liang picked up Erii’s phone and typed this sentence into the translation app.

Erii nodded, a smile appearing on her face as she knelt at the vestibule, respectfully watching Lu Liang leave.

Lu Liang smiled, "Still have to get used to it."

Although a bit uncomfortable, he had to admit, the feeling was indeed very nice.

Suddenly he could understand, working in Tokyo was so oppressive, and how such strong male chauvinism developed—it was all about being spoiled.

If one doesn’t burst in oppression, one perishes in it, bullied as a nobody outside, but in the home, they are the master, they are the heaven.

It was like someone who had never tasted power suddenly becoming a parent, some inevitably developed a pathological need to control.

And this nation was famous for its obsessiveness.

"What time are you meeting with Ota Ling?"

Lu Liang arrived downstairs where Wen Chao, Xu Jiawei, Fang Shiyu, and security personnel were waiting.

"2:30 PM, we’ll meet at our company."

As the first-generation secretary, Wen Chao naturally took over Xu Jiawei’s duties.

"Alright, let’s head there then."

The group went to Ginza in the Central District, where Xingheng Investment Company was located just above the Tokyo Stock Exchange.

Wen Chao mentioned, "Mr. Ota was planning to provide us with a venue, but I declined."

The proposed venues were either next to the Mitsui Sumitomo Building or directly inside it.

Wen Chao felt it was inappropriate, as Xingheng Investment was Lu Liang’s wholly-owned enterprise and should maintain its independence.