Leaving the hospital, Aoyama Xiu Xin made a trip ho.
Asai Ayumi had already stopped working to rest at ho because her due date was approaching. Aoyama Xiu Xin wanted to surprise her, so he didn’t knock and let himself in.
However, he couldn’t see anyone in the living room. He was puzzled when he suddenly heard rustling sounds coming from the kitchen. Upon walking over, he saw Asai Ayumi, with her hair tied up and wearing maternity clothes, standing in front of the refrigerator with her belly, snacking.
Upon hearing the sound, Asai Ayumi instinctively turned her head to look at the doorway. When she saw Aoyama Xiu Xin, her body froze in place. She quickly stuffed the snack back into the refrigerator and shut the door, saying nonchalantly, "I was checking to see if it had expired. By the way, why are you back?"
"I ca back just to see you." Aoyama Xiu Xin stepped forward to wipe the crumbs off the corner of her mouth and said, amused and helpless, "I never noticed how much you loved to eat before."
"Nonsense. Before, I could eat whatever I wanted. Now this can’t be eaten, and that can’t be eaten." Asai Ayumi unabashedly answered, feeling justified.
Pregnancy to childbirth is a painful process.
Just the dietary restrictions are enough to tornt a person.
Aoyama Xiu Xin curiously asked, "Even though I’m not ho, you could openly bring it to the living room to eat, so why sneak into the kitchen?"
They say pregnancy makes you silly for three years, right?
"This way, it tastes better." Asai Ayumi replied seriously.
Aoyama Xiu Xin found himself at a loss for words, and he supported her as she sat down on the sofa. "In two months’ ti, I’ll be able to return to Tokyo. Then we won’t have to be apart anymore."
"Finally coming back. We’ve been living apart in different places since getting married. If it weren’t for the baby in my belly, I’d have thought I was single." Asai Ayumi rolled her eyes.
Aoyama Xiu Xin felt deeply apologetic for this, with his wife resting at ho while he was out enjoying life and planting seeds everywhere. It was so wrong, holding Asai Ayumi’s slender hand, he said, "There’s nothing in Hokkaido that requires my direct oversight. I’ll stay in Tokyo and accompany you for the childbirth."
"Won’t people gossip and attack you if they find out?" Although moved, Asai Ayumi worried that it might cause negative impacts, frowning in concern.
Aoyama Xiu Xin shrugged it off with a laugh, "If, out of fear of idle gossip, I can’t even pay attention to my wife who’s about to give birth, can I still be considered a man?"
He now had a firm enough foundation. Under the protection of the Yanchuan Family, gossip couldn’t affect him.
Furthermore, this was a display of responsibility.
How could soone who lacks responsibility towards their family be expected to have responsibility towards the nation?
Of course, if he wouldn’t stay in Tokyo and instead opted to hold his post in Hokkaido, that would be frad differently.
Tearful eyes, while his wife is in childbirth, Superintendent General Aoyama remains dedicated to his post, safeguarding Hokkaido’s peace.
In early April, Asai Ayumi successfully gave birth to a son.
Aoyama Xiu Xin nad him Hironari Aoyama.
This na signified the great expectations placed on him; it was also his first child in na and the successor.
By mid-May, Asai Youki was promoted to Deputy Director at the Police Headquarters, and Aoyama Xiu Xin was transferred back to Tokyo to serve as Police Director General. Once again, scenes of tens of thousands gathering at the airport to see him off played out in Hokkaido, with countless elders shedding tears on the spot.
After all, during Aoyama Xiu Xin’s ti in Hokkaido, law and order were maintained very well; people didn’t pick up objects from the roads nor locked their houses at night. At least, ordinary peoples’ lives weren’t affected.
Even though they had beco numb to it, the fact that a 28-year-old Police Director General still left countless people amazed and struck with disbelief, for the Police Headquarters hadn’t seen such a young Director General since its formation.
Where there was envy, there were also claims of recklessness.
For example, the senator Hatanaka Zizi was complaining to his left and right, "What were you doing when you were 28? When I was 28, I was still idling, while so people at 28 are already the Police Director General, the leader of all police officers in Tokyo."
Upon saying this, he angrily got up and smashed a wine glass, breathlessly cursing, "After Yanchuan Shilang beca Pri Minister, he’s been appointing people based on personal relationships and eliminating dissent. Is this Japan his Japan or the people’s Japan? Is the Shogunate going to return? Are we going to have to bow to him and call him General?"
His anger wasn’t solely directed at Aoyama Xiu Xin being promoted to Police Director General, but it was accumulated over ti ever since Yanchuan Shilang took office as Pri Minister.
After gaining a foothold last year, Yanchuan Shilang tore off his mask and vigorously purged dissenting voices. Traitors like Hatanaka Zizi from the Liberal Democratic Party and strong competitors had beco his targets for rampant, direct retaliation.
Hatanaka Zizi now had nothing but his identity as a senator; he held no other positions.
"Hatanaka-kun, speak cautiously, cautiously!" Upon hearing his words, everyone was caught by surprise, and they all advised him to be mindful of his words, wary of what could be overheard and spread outside.
"What’s there to be afraid of?" Under the influence of alcohol, Hatanaka Zizi was already intoxicated. He stood up swaying and gasped, saying, "Could there really be soone who’d betray us by reporting to Yanchuan Shilang? Or does he intend to charge with a cri just for a few words? We can’t sit idly anymore. It’s irresponsible to the country!"
"Today he can appoint a 28-year-old with less than five years in service, Aoyama Xiu Xin, as Police Director General, tomorrow he might appoint his grandson as a Cabinet Minister! Turning Japan into a family-run kingdom. We’d all be criminals in history!"
Truth be told, Hatanaka Zizi’s words weren’t purely emotional output. Yanchuan Shilang had indeed been becoming increasingly domineering, allowing no opposing voices in the Cabinet.
This was detrintal to the country’s developnt.
Moreover, under him there were individuals like Aoyama Xiu Xin, parasitic bugs continuously devouring national interests. So despite lots of slogans last year, the economy showed no improvent at all.
And is Yanchuan Shilang unwilling to act? He actually wants to act, but he was pushed to the forefront by such a group, knowing these parasites were holding him back. He not only couldn’t eliminate them but had to cover up for them, at least for now.
Under such circumstances, how could a country develop well?
Everyone exchanged glances, but no one responded.
Back when Yanchuan Shilang and Hatanaka Zizi were evenly matched, they had lost. Now that Yanchuan Shilang was firmly in control, what could they still do?
"Speak up, folks! A room full of gentlen, why isn’t anyone saying anything? Are you all afraid of this tyrant?" Hatanaka Zizi angrily questioned, upset with their lack of resolve.
Still, no one spoke up. Everyone awkwardly and shafully lowered their heads, engrossed in their drinking.
"Haha! Hahahaha!" Looking at this scene, Hatanaka Zizi felt deeply disappointed. He laughed and cried at the sa ti, flopping back onto his seat, "It’s over, the country is over!"
When he woke up, all the guests had left, shaking his head. He grabbed a wine jug and took a big swig, his expression shifting, his gaze gradually becoming determined, "The salvation of the nation, rests on today!"
He couldn’t go on doing nothing, or else the country would be ruined, and his future would be too.
Yanchuan Shilang, the traitor to the nation, must be eliminated!
Regarding Hatanaka Zizi’s thoughts, Aoyama Xiu Xin naturally knew nothing about them. This morning, as newly appointed Police Director General, he encountered a thorny headache.
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