When Naoko Sakurai returned home, her daughter was watching TV holding a doll she had never seen before.
That person should have bought it for her...
When she thought of him, the woman's heart trembled and she hurriedly shook her head.
Can't think about it!
"Lei, Leizi, where is Azheng? I just saw him come back."
Sakurai Ruiko looked back at her mother, then pointed to her bedroom and said, "Dad locked himself in the bedroom when he came back."
"oh."
Sakurai Ruiko nodded and walked into the bedroom.
However, when Sakurai saw his wife coming in, he stood up in a hurry.
His face looked a little unnatural.
Sakurai Ruiko didn't care about her husband's strangeness, she was entirely focused on what she was going to say next.
"Azheng, I have something I want to discuss with you..."
Sakurai was forcing a smile.
"What's up?"
Sakurai Naoko held her hands together and rubbed them unconsciously.
She hesitated for a while and then said: "I, I think, I don't want to go to work anymore. I'm so tired... I don't want to leave home anymore. Azheng, is that okay?"
Sakurai patted his chest without thinking.
"Of course. This time, I got a lot of bonuses, you can spend them as you like!"
Sakurai Naoko rolled her eyes at him and cursed: "What are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?"
The man scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hey..."
The woman took a deep breath before telling the most important thing.
"Azheng, you are usually away from home at work, and Leizi needs to study. I am at home, very bored. So... can, can... we, and have a child to accompany me..."
At this moment, Sakurai Naoko's soft face looked very attractive with a faint blush.
But Sakurai Masaru's expression suddenly became stiff.
Sensing that her husband's reaction was wrong, Sakurai Naoko was a little surprised.
She asked in confusion: "What, what's wrong?"
Looking at his wife, who was as beautiful as ever, Sakurai felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
His lips trembled, and he asked tremblingly: "Zao, Naoko, can you, can you not have children..."
Upon hearing this, Naoko Sakurai panicked instantly.
She took two steps forward, grabbed her husband's arm, and asked anxiously: "What? Why?! Don't you like children? Don't you always say you want another child? Why?!"
Sakurai closed her eyes in pain.
"Because of the injury last time, I now...have nothing to do..."
Sakurai Naoko was stunned for a moment.
She slowly let go of her husband's arm.
Plop!
The woman slumped on the ground helplessly, unable to get up for a long time.
Sakurai was about to help his wife up, but when he thought about this, he became discouraged.
He lowered his head and walked out of the room silently.
...
Sakurai Naoko didn't know when she lay on the bed.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, her expression dull and her eyes empty.
During this period, her husband came in, took the blanket and walked out again, but she remained indifferent.
What should we do in the future?
How long will it take to hide it next?
The woman raised her palm and placed it under the light. She quietly looked at the transparent bright red color on the edge of her palm as the light passed through it. Then she covered her face with her palm.
In the end, what should we do?
Suddenly, she sat up suddenly.
【If you encounter any difficulties, please call this number.】
She remembered Uehara Jiyue's words.
Sakurai Naoko hurriedly found the hidden note in the clothes thrown on the ground.
When she was about to make a call, she locked the door again, then hid in the corner of the bed and quietly called the number on the note.
beep--
beep--
beep--
The woman is very scared now.
I'm afraid that no one will pick up, but I'm also afraid that someone will pick up.
"Mrs. Sakurai? No, should I say, Mrs. Naoko?"
A nice voice rang from the phone.
She didn't understand why the woman on the phone called her by her first name, but Sakurai Naoko didn't care.
"Yes, it's me."
"Tomorrow morning, dress up well. I will send you the address. Remember, dress up well."
"etc......"
beep!
beep!
beep!
Hearing the sound of the phone hanging up, Sakurai Naoko slowly put down the phone.
what!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
"Mom, are you in there? Did you quarrel with Dad? Why is the door locked?" The daughter's voice came from outside the door.
Naoko Sakurai rubbed her face vigorously before opening the door.
Seeing her mother come out, Sakurai Ruiko asked in confusion: "Mom, why did you lock yourself in the room? Did dad make you angry?"
Sakurai Naoko rubbed her hair: "No. Azheng drank alcohol today and didn't want me to smell like alcohol."
"Oh..." The girl turned to look at her father, "Dad, you are really gentle. You are obviously fierce."
Sakurai scratched his head, smiled sheepishly at his daughter, and then lowered his head.
He didn't have the courage to look into his wife's gentle eyes.
...
Tonight, Sakurai was tossing and turning on the sofa in the living room, and it took a long time before he fell asleep.
...
The next morning, when the man woke up, his wife was in the kitchen preparing breakfast as usual.
If it had been before, he would have sneaked up behind her, hugged her suddenly, startled her, and then she lightly punched her chest twice with her fist.
But today, he just went to wash up quietly.
After washing up and returning to the dining table, Naoko Sakurai smiled softly at him and said, "Zheng, hurry up and eat. You'll be late for a while."
Sakurai was nodding his head.
"Okay, okay..."
He didn't even ask where his daughter had gone.
...
After arranging her husband's tie and sending him out the door, Sakurai Naoko immediately returned to the room, changed her clothes, and then began to dress up carefully in front of the mirror.
With makeup on her face and light red lips, the woman put her hair into a bun, picked up her small bag and went out.
Following the address sent on her mobile phone, Sakurai Naoko stopped at a teahouse.
Crossing the threshold, a feeling of tranquility spreads out.
The servant led her to a tea room and bowed down.
Naoko Sakurai stood at the door, took out the mirror and carefully checked her makeup, and then knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
The woman took a deep breath and opened the door.
Behind the door, a girl as quiet and beautiful as cherry blossoms is sitting on the tatami making tea.
The morning light penetrated the girl's hair and hit her face, reflecting a golden halo.
"Mrs. Naoko, please sit down." Jinguji Kiyohime said without raising her head.
"Oh...okay, okay."
Although the other party was just a girl, Sakurai Naoko did not dare to show any contempt.
After changing her shoes and hanging her bag on the wall, the woman knelt down in front of the girl, sitting upright, waiting for Jinguji Seihime to make the tea.
After making tea, Jinguji Kiyohime raised her head and glanced at Sakurai Naoko's sitting posture, her eyes flashing with satisfaction.
Immediately, looking at Sakurai Naoko's bright and beautiful face after applying a little bit of makeup, she felt even more satisfied.
"Please use."
When Naoko Sakurai saw Jinguji Seihime serving tea, she did not dare to neglect it. She took it respectfully with both hands, thanked her, turned the tea bowl three times, tasted it lightly, drank slowly, and returned it.
From the moment Sakurai Naoko entered the house to the time she returned the tea bowl, Jinguji Kiyohime has been paying attention to her and has become more and more fond of her.
That woman in the Asazuki group didn't do a bad job.
Thinking of this, she asked: "Mrs. Naoko, do you also study tea ceremony?"
"When I was young, I studied a lot."
"Now you are young and beautiful too."
"That's too much praise." Sakurai Naoko caressed her face, feeling a little embarrassed.
Although she was anxious about her own affairs, she did not rush her, but patiently communicated with Jinguji Kiyohime.
After a while, Jinguji Kiyohime finally got to the point.
"I have a solution for Sakurai Masaru's illness."
Sakurai Naoko suddenly raised her head.
"real?!"
The girl nodded slightly.
"Of course it is true, but in terms of time, it may be too late."
Seeing her eyes looking at her belly, Sakurai Naoko's heart sank again.
However, she felt the slightest comfort when she thought that her husband would recover from his illness.
Jinguji Kiyohime took a sip of tea and admired the face of the beautiful woman in front of her changing constantly.
Then she put the tea down.
"Sakurai has a special relationship with his female subordinates. Does Mrs. Naoko know about it?"
Naoko Sakurai's expression suddenly changed.
"W-what did you say?!"
Jinguji Kiyohime placed the photos at hand in front of Sakurai Naoko and spread them out one by one.
"This is at the hotel last summer; this is at the beach last summer; this is in Kyoto last autumn; this is New Year... and this is at the celebration party yesterday.
Oh... but it seems to have ended quickly this time."
Every time she saw an intimate photo of her husband and her, Naoko Sakurai's expression became calmer.
In terms of time, it coincides with every time my husband says he is going on a business trip.
She had vague suspicions before, but Sakurai was swearing by her, and she felt soft, so she had no choice but to believe him.
Now the fact is before her, there is even her husband and his subordinates in the hotel...
Sakurai Naoko pursed her lips and smiled silently.
There is a heart-wrenching desperation in the smile.
Jinguji Kiyohime asked again: "So, are you still thinking about curing your husband's disease?"
Naoko Sakurai did not answer this question.
After a while, she said quietly: "After a while, I won't be able to hide it anymore."
Jinguji Kiyohime pushed a business card to Sakurai Naoko.
"This person can temporarily restore Sakurai to normal. The side effect is that there is only this one chance. You understand what I am saying, right?"
Sakurai Naoko lowered her head and looked at the black business card on the table.
In my ears, a seductive voice sounded quietly like a demon whispering.
She looked a little dazed.
The last time?
"Also, take this woman with you." Jinguji Kiyohime pointed to the woman in Sakurai's arms in the photo.
Sakurai Naoko, who had regained her composure, raised her head and asked in confusion: "Why, why did you bring her with you??"
Jinguji Kiyohime stood up, stroked Naoko Sakurai's pretty face, and said softly: "Sakurai Masaru will become trance that day. Just watch carefully and let her replace you."
Sakurai Naoko stared blankly at Jinguji Kiyohime's beautiful smile, her throat seemed to be tightened by invisible hands, making it difficult to breathe.
"Why, why?" She said these words with difficulty.
Jinguji Kiyohime put her finger to her lips, thought for a moment, and then said:
"Why? There are two reasons.
First, because you are good-looking, I am very satisfied.
Secondly, and most importantly, you are Sakurai Ruiko’s mother.”
After saying that, she smiled at Naoko Sakurai and left the tea room.
After a long time, the woman's suppressed scream suddenly sounded.