Chapter 2706 - 1681: Prenatal Education (Second Update, Vote Request)

Chapter 2706: Chapter 1681: Prenatal Education (Second Update, Vote Request)

Watching a thousand horror films can dispel evil spirits, even Chu Renmei would appear gracefully charming.

Watching a thousand suspense films can cultivate the strongest brain, you could become the new generation’s Sherlock Holmes, or perfectly execute a crime without a hitch.

Thus, watching television and following series is not a waste of life—it might actually be a way of learning.

Understanding the world, knowing the world, integrating into the world, has never been limited to just one medium.

Of course.

Where Tanki Liuli learned foreign languages is not crucial, what’s crucial is that Sakura accomplished the mission flawlessly and successfully returned to her country.

That’s the efficiency of a Death Warrior.

Flying from East Sea to Tokyo only takes two to three hours in total.

But even with such efficiency, Fujiwara Reiki, who leisurely stays at the ancestral home, nurturing her pregnancy, is somewhat unsatisfied.

"Why are you back only now?"

The life after the pregnancy was discovered by the family is truly leisurely and pleasant, no, it’s after the pregnancy was known by the family.

The days of pretending to keep it secret were quite tiring, unlike now, enjoying good food and drinks ostentatiously, without needing to hide, the desk is covered with an array of fresh fruits, deep-sea Norwegian cod liver oil, locally produced cellular-grade bird’s nest, comprehensive amino acid supplements, all luxury nutritional products for pregnant women from around the world.

Prenatal exams can even be done at home without stepping out.

The only shortcoming.

Should be having no husband accompanying her.

Or maybe this will become a perpetual shortcoming.

After all, Prince Wataru Tetsuya’s imagination ran wild, and he has already departed this world, unable to enjoy family happiness any longer. This might be the reason that, despite enjoying top-level material offerings, pregnant Fujiwara Reiki still seems quite relentless.

Women.

Especially pregnant women, due to the secretion of pregnancy hormones, require more mental solace.

"Mr. Jiang let me stay for a night."

Sakura speaks frankly.

"Was he with you?"

"No."

Sakura, being economical with words, did not elaborate on irrelevant details of the mission. Bringing up that he had a woman to sleep with would be too foolish.

Knowing that even Daoist Sister has changed.

"Jiang Sang really has affection and loyalty, doesn’t he?"

Fujiwara Reiki sighs, gazing at the rare winter sun in the courtyard, then speaking softly with skepticism, "Was there really only shock, no joy?"

Sakura doesn’t answer.

"That guy."

Fujiwara Reiki grumbles slightly, then lowers her head, while touching her belly and murmuring to herself, "Let’s not call him that in the future, shall we, baby?"

Boss Jiang had nightmares for a reason.

As a "lover," previously, Fujiwara Reiki could be considered very compliant, referring to private relations, but whether that will continue in the future, only time will tell.

"Alright, you should go and rest. Take a few days off, and properly heal."

Properly heal?

Sakura hadn’t mentioned anything about an encounter with Tanki Liuli, how did she realize it?

"Thank you, Miss."

After Sakura disappears, Fujiwara Reiki involuntarily sighs softly again, touching her abdomen while looking at the bleakness in the courtyard that even the sunshine couldn’t dispel.

"Not even a phone call, baby, your heartless daddy is really annoying."

"Humph! If you don’t call, neither will I."

In the midst of prenatal education, Fujiwara Reiki suddenly paused and did not turn around.

Moments later.

"Shua la."

The door was pulled open.

"Brother, it’s impolite to enter without knocking."

Only after the voice fell did Fujiwara Reiki turn around.

There are many ways to identify someone, footsteps are one, but aren’t pregnant women supposed to have diminished sensory abilities?

Uninvited it’s no one but Fujihara Takuya, only he, the Clan Leader, would dare do this in the entire ancestral home.

"Will you attend Wataru Tetsuya’s funeral?"

Fujiwara Reiki seems to crawl out of the abyss of grief from losing her husband, revealing a smile, "Brother’s question, Reiki doesn’t quite seem to understand. Tetsuya is Reiki’s husband, how could Reiki not attend?"

"What I mean is."

Fujihara Takuya’s gaze lowers to her belly, where no obvious clues are visible, "Aren’t you more in need of quiet rest now?"

In a few days, everyone seems to have calmed down.

Indeed.

The deceased has gone.

Those left behind must continue to live.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother. It’s alright. Reiki will take good care of herself."

Fujiwara Reiki placed her hands on her abdomen, the rich maternal glow not diminishing her inherent allure, instead the collision of the two attributes generating a bizarre chemical effect on her, causing an indescribable sensorial impact.

Fujihara Takuya lightly inhales before lifting his gaze again, "Do you really want to inform the Imperial Family?"

"Everything is still possible now."

Fujiwara Reiki slightly frowns, appearing puzzled, but her smile stays as gentle as ever.

"Brother, you can speak freely."

"I can help you hide from the Imperial Family. Cancel the marriage contract. By the time you give birth, no one will know."

Fujiwara Reiki suddenly understands, acknowledging her brother’s goodwill.

She calmly asks, "Then how can Reiki explain to the baby? The baby clearly has a father."

"I didn’t say the baby doesn’t have a father."

Fujihara Takuya unavoidably emphasizes his tone, his expression full of profound meanings.

The atmosphere quiets down.

"Now, you can still choose anew."

Fujihara Takuya’s tone softens, seeming to consider it genuinely for the other party.

"Brother, Reiki needs to prepare for the funeral arrangements."

Fujiwara Reiki responds.

Fujihara Takuya doesn’t show disappointment nor rage, probably he had already prepared himself mentally before coming, with the final persuasion being merely an obligatory attempt.

Now the result is clear.

The other party is stubbornly following her own way, refusing to listen to reason.

"Since you’ve made up your mind, then Brother wishes you the best."

Fujiwara Reiki lowers her gaze, "Thank you, Brother, for understanding."

Fujihara Takuya silently watches her for a while, then turns around to leave.

"Chi la."

After closing the door behind him, Fujihara Takuya’s mouth curls into a gradually revealing cruel smile which is terrifying.

His good sister wants to bet the entire family.

No matter the outcome, once the final verdict is made, he, this chess piece, will lose its value.

Therefore.

How could he sit waiting for his doom?

No longer seeking help from his mother, as with the Imperial Family of nominal existence, his mother is merely symbolic now, and couldn’t restrain her children anymore.

The real culprit behind the scenes hasn’t been found, or possibly there’s no culprit at all—this assassination may be solely an extreme incident orchestrated by anti-war advocates, yet Fujihara Takuya feels that for the public, they are all men. Privately, they are still one family, and he should do something for the partner who died resentfully.

Fujihara Takuya’s gaze becomes icy and determined as he strides out while giving orders.

"Prepare the car. Head to the Mold Base."