Chapter 1097 One More Person Won’t Make a Difference

Chapter 1097: One more person is not enough

Sun Liyun smiled and said, "No, my sister-in-law and her friends were not in the hotel when I was not back, and they have not come back until now..."

"They haven't come back yet? Where did they go?" Long Lingyun and others went out, and Tu Xiong and Zhou Wanyi followed them. Zhao Jianhui was not worried about safety, but felt strange. Even if the banquet today ended unhappily and he came back a little early, it was already ten o'clock now. What could Long Lingyun do outside?

Sun Liyun's eyes drooped and said with a smile, "I don't know about this. Maybe they felt that they were going back to China soon. This time they came out, my sister-in-laws haven't visited the night view yet. Maybe they went shopping?"

Zhao Jianhui thought about it and felt that there was only one reason. Since Long Lingyun was not at home, he couldn't know that Ikeda Michiko didn't eat. Without asking, he put down the manuscript he had just started, got up and walked out of the room.

Sun Liyun followed Zhao Jianhui to the door of Michiko Ikeda's room. He thought something was wrong, laughed and turned away.

The TV was on in the living room, but no one was seen. The door of the bedroom was not closed. Zhao Jianhui stopped and listened, but he didn't hear any crying.

"Michiko, are you there?" Zhao Jianhui called Michiko's name while walking towards the bedroom.

No one answered. The bed in the bedroom was neatly covered. The clothes Michiko wore today were placed on the sofa beside the bed. The black stockings were placed on the armrest of the sofa. It looked like they were taken off Michiko's legs.

"Huh? Where did she go?" Sun Liyun said that she was in the room just now. Did she run away while Sun Liyun went to call him? But then Zhao Jianhui knew that this was impossible. Her son was still in Long Lingyun's hands. This woman would not leave by herself.

"Am I really your prisoner?" Before turning around, Michiko Ikeda's voice with a hint of resentment came from behind.

Zhao Jianhui turned around and saw Michiko Ikeda wearing a silk nightgown. Her hair was still wet. It was no wonder that he could not find her. It turned out that she had just stepped into the bathroom to take a shower.

Under the light, Michiko Ikeda's hair was still covered with crystal water droplets. The snow-white silk nightgown could not hide her beautiful curves. Her bumpy figure was plump and tall, her legs were slender and round, and her waist was just enough to be held. On her oval-shaped soft face, her beautiful and delicate chin looked gentle and charming. With her bright red and tender cherry-red lips and her beautiful and charming nose, she looked like a fairy from the sky under the soft light.

However, from the slightly red and swollen beautiful eyes, it can be seen that she really cried for a long time. Michiko Ikeda's eyes were like a deep spring, magical and complex, but even more charming.

"Alas, you, why are you always hostile to me? When did I say you are my prisoner? You can leave whenever you want. I just heard that you cried, so I came to see you." Facing Michiko's cold eyes, Zhao Jianhui had to smile bitterly.

"Thank you very much, but I'm fine, if you have nothing to do, just leave..." Michiko didn't even let him stand, and drove Zhao Jianhui out as soon as they met.

However, Zhao Jianhui didn't leave as he said. He looked at Michiko steadily and said, "Michiko, I'll tell you again, I'm not your enemy. You know what happened between us, so you can't blame me at all. Now, we have a child together, even if you don't want to face it, you have to face it... Can we have a good chat?"

After bringing her back, the two really didn't have a serious chat. Zhao Jianhui really wanted to talk to Michiko about the issue of children.

"What do you want to say?" Michiko asked in a cold voice. However, when she said this, Michiko took a step back and glanced at the sofa in the living room.

Zhao Jianhui walked out of the bedroom with a smile in his heart, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and was thinking about how to talk to Michiko. Michiko walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from it: "You can say what you want to say now." She said as she filled the glasses.

Without letting Zhao Jianhui, she picked up the glass and drank most of it in one gulp.

"This is not how you drink red wine." Zhao Jianhui looked at her and said.

"I know." Michiko Ikeda answered while looking up and drinking the other half. Then she picked up the bottle and poured wine into the glass again.

"I-I don't want to separate you and the child..." Zhao Jianhui hadn't prepared the words yet, but seeing Michiko like this, he thought she was worried about the child, and said as he reached out and held her hand that was pouring wine.

"Let go..." Michiko stretched out her other hand to push away Zhao Jianhui's palm, and filled the cup again: "Since you don't want me to be separated from the child, then return the child to me? Do you know that I have nothing now? My father may be in prison, my sister is dead, and my son is being held by you. What's the point of me living?" As she spoke, she picked up the wine glass again...

"Even if I get drunk, will these problems be solved?" Zhao Jianhui did not stop her this time, but looked into her eyes and said sincerely.

"Then what do you think I can do? The government asked my father to dissolve the Hongdao Society, otherwise he might be imprisoned for the rest of his life and not be able to come out again. But they simply don't understand that the Hongdao Society has been passed down for hundreds of years and there is no way to disband it. This There are a lot of things involved in it..." Putting down her wine glass, Michiko Ikeda stared at Zhao Jianhui and said in a resentful voice: "This is all because of you. If you had not come to Japan, these things would not have happened... …”

Zhao Jianhui shook his head: "You are wrong. Even if I don't come, this thing will happen. It's just a matter of time. I told you yesterday that no government wants to see other organizations lose their tail. The Hongdao Society has long been a thorn in the side of your government. This time they just used the excuse to assassinate me. Even without me, they would have found other excuses. "

"But if you hadn't come, my sister wouldn't have died, and she wouldn't have..." Before she could finish her words, Zhao Jianhui said, "I don't deny this, but if she doesn't die, then It’s you and maybe our son who will die.”

"You're talking nonsense. Without you, how could my sister..."

"Maybe you don't believe me when I say it, but when I was in Hong Kong, the first time I met Yumi Ikeda, she said she would deal with you. The conflict between you was not caused by me..." After Zhao Jianhui said this, Ikeda Michiko couldn't help but lowered her head. It seemed that she had no idea why Ikeda Yumi had murderous intentions towards her.

"But... you are still the cause of all this. If you hadn't... in the capital, there wouldn't be so many things..." Michiko Ikeda said resentfully. However, her voice became lower and lower as she spoke, and she also knew that Zhao Jianhui really could not be blamed for this matter.

Zhao Jianhui smiled when he saw him like this and said: "I admit this. I should let you chop me off with a knife. That way it would be over and everything would be gone."

"You...you haven't said what you are here for?" Michiko Ikeda couldn't help but smile secretly at Zhao Jianhui's statement. Her tone of voice was no longer as cold as before, but there was still no trace of any emotion on her face. expression.

"What I just said is the truth. I came here to see you just because I heard you cried. I really don't have anything to do with you." Facing Michiko Ikeda's confused eyes, Zhao Jianhui could only smile bitterly. .

"I don't believe you are so kind? Then you just said that you didn't want me to be separated from my son, so when will you give me my son..." This woman only has her precious son on her mind now. . This made Zhao Jianhui deeply moved. How did an unmarried woman manage to raise her child to such a big size when her father and sister were both hostile at first? No need to ask Zhao Jianhui to know the hardships involved.

Now, this child has become the sustenance of all her energy. If she really does what Long Lingyun said, it seems that she is really sorry for this woman...

But... what should I do? Zhao Jianhui looked up and met Michiko Ikeda's charming eyes that made people feel helpless at first sight.

"Thank you for giving birth to this child. Thank you for raising him all these years. I know you must have put in a lot of effort. Come to China with me. I will take good care of you and this child. After all, I am him "Father, I also have the responsibility of raising children, and I can't let you suffer alone..." Zhao Jianhui blurted out his words without thinking.

After saying these words, Zhao Jianhui felt relaxed all over.

"Go to China with you?" Michiko Ikeda was shocked, and an unfathomable look appeared on her face: "So what if I go with you? You have a wife... No, I won't go. Yes, my roots are here, my career is here, and you and I—what’s going on?”

Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand, slowly picked up the glass of red wine in front of him, took a sip gently, and then drank it all in one gulp. His fingers rotated the crystal glass and he said with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth: "You That's right, but what you don't know is that I don't just have one wife. Besides Long Lingyun, I have many others. The ones sitting around the dining table in the restaurant this morning are all... …”

Let me say it again, the positioning of this book is not officialdom, but urban romance. The main purpose of coming to Japan is to find my wife and children. All the words are developed for this theme.