Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 211 Arrogant Subordinates (Happy New Year Everyone)
How strong can a woman be if she can’t even put on her clothes properly?

Outside, there was a sound of fine rain falling.

Takeda Shinki felt that she was no different from Oda Nobunaga, who was defeated and had no weapons left.

Her subordinate Longchuan Che had evil intentions and had just returned from Yaowang Temple, and was eager to attack her.

The animation of the defeat had already started playing in her mind, and Ryukawa Tetsu raised his tail high and said
"The enemy is ashamed because I take off his clothes."

How could you let that happen!

The queen of Kodansha, Lady Maki Takeda.

The head of the Takeda family, he was known as the unapproachable high-class flower in high school.

The woman raised her hips slightly and sat in the opposite direction of Longchuan Che.

She didn't dislike the smell of Longchuan Che, but she didn't like his aggressive attitude.

He wanted to play with her body as if he were capturing a defeated prisoner.

"Want to come back to work? Got it. I'll say hello to the editorial department in the next two days, and you can go back directly."

The woman folded her arms and gently crossed her legs, her long, beautiful legs swaying with her slippers on.

The victorious Longchuan Che was treated by her as a subordinate who came to ask for a job.

Longchuan Che was so angry at this woman that he laughed.

He was lying on the sofa with an arrogant look on his face, but now he has become a coward.

"You just can't afford to play, Mr. Executive?"

Longchuan Che sat a little closer to the woman.

The sofas at Takeda’s are spacious even for a single person.

Ryukawa Toru took half, and Takeda Maki took half.

"I do not understand what you're saying."

The Executive Lord ceded a little more territory and sat down on the edge of the sofa again.

Longchuan Che can come back, but he definitely cannot come back by inviting himself.

Invite him back.

Isn't it the same as bending your legs and spreading yourself apart, saying "Master, please look?"

That shameful maid outfit was still placed in Takeda Maki's closet as a symbol of shame, and she had sworn that she would never wear it again.

"It's boring."

The woman played dumb, and Longchuan Che suddenly stood up with some boredom.

He patted his clothes and took a step forward, looking like he was about to walk out the door.

"Where are you going?"

Ryukawa Toru's actions stunned Takeda Shinki.

The other party looked like he had given up on that promise, but the expression on his face made her feel uncomfortable.

Two points of disdain, three points of contempt, and many more. So you are such a regular.

This was an expression that Takeda Shinki had never seen before.

She was proud and confident, and many people seemed like rubble to her. Longchuan Che's expression hurt her deeply.

"Didn't the executive say that I was fired for profit considerations?"

Longchuan Che squatted at the entrance and adjusted his pants.

"I can understand this behavior for the sake of collective interests."

Ryukawa Toru turned his head and looked at Takeda Shinki.

"So what are you doing now?"

The lighting in the entrance hall is warm.

The light fell on each other's eyelashes like falling snowflakes.

The other party looked disdainful and contained contempt.

Takeda Maki's heart suddenly ached.

"Wait, wait a minute."

As he was about to go out, Longchuan Che turned back.

The executive lady turned away with a blushing face.

"Wait a moment."

The woman repeated.

The executive master felt that he was crazy.

Not only did she not let Longchuan Tetsu leave, she also invited him into her bedroom. The woman's bedroom was quiet, mainly in light colors, with two books on the bedside.

Longchuan Che picked it up and took a look.

It is Stray Birds by the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore.

"What if Xiao Qian finds out, Mr. Executive?"

Longchuan Che picked up the book with his slender fingers and prepared to sit by the bed for a while.

“The bed was dirty.”

The executive lady did not respond to Longchuan Che's frivolous words. When she saw Longchuan Che was about to touch the dried coffee stain, she hurriedly spoke out to stop him.

I almost forgot about this. My aunt took a day off today and the bed sheets were not taken care of.

An abnormal blush appeared on Takeda Shinki's face, but fortunately the light was dim and Ryukawa Toru couldn't see clearly.

The black mark looks like a stain.

Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows and walked to the other person.

"Like aphorisms?"

Ryukawa Toru was flipping through the pages of the book. Stray Birds is a collection of poems published by an Indian poet in 1916. The full text includes 325 short poems, all in English.

"Just a look from time to time."

In the dim light, the woman hid the blush on her cheeks.

She took out the Wacoal maid outfit that she considered to be a disgrace from the corner of the closet.

At this time, Longchuan Che did not say anything mocking like "Wow, you still keep it."

The woman is in a complicated mood now and can easily get angry.

Long Chuan Che didn't expect that the other party was really willing, after all, he opened it himself...

Quite shameful.

It is totally impossible to imagine that General Manager Takeda would sit on the chair, stretch himself out into the letter "M", then turn his head with a blushing face, and fill himself up bit by bit.

Longchuan Che's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he used his fingers to point at the marks on the pages of the book to distract himself.

The books were not just casual reads as the woman said; she seemed to be more interested in foreign literature and had many of her own translations and annotations in English.

For example, this sentence -
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
The woman's comment is:-
Let life be as beautiful as the flowers of summer, and let death be as falling leaves of autumn.

There was an inexplicable dryness in his throat, and Longchuan Che casually picked up a pen to cross out this comment and filled in another sentence: -
Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

It has been said many times that different people will translate the same words differently.

Ryuukawa Tetsu's translation stunned the executive who was holding the maid costume.

She has found many translators for "Strange Birds", but none of them are as good as Ryukawa Toru's.

Borges said that poetry is what decays in translation.

Longchuan Che's translation seems to be in sync with that of the Nobel Prize winner.

"These few sentences..."

Takeda Shinki wanted to ask if the other sentences could be translated as well, but Ryukawa Toru was a little impatient with her procrastination.

The boy closed the book and pulled her to the clean bedside on the other side.

There was the sound of light rain outside the house, and the woman was half-sitting there wearing only a halter dress.

"you…"

An abnormal flush appeared all over the body, and the heart also made an abnormal beating sound.

Her beautiful legs and feet were restlessly pressed together, and the friction between her skin and the sheets made a rustling sound.

"Do you really have to be like this?"

Pinching the little tail she took out from her maid outfit, Takeda Shinki felt a little shy.

She felt a little relieved by Longchuan Che's impatience, but she was dizzy about what would happen next.

Would this be the scene when Lord Nobunaga is defeated? I'm afraid it would be better to just kill him.

Takeda Shinki pursed her lips and lifted her skirt a little.

She is so clean.

This thought appeared again in Longchuan Che's mind.

The skin on my thighs seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture.

As the silk fabric is lifted, the soft skin unfolds bit by bit.

Longchuan Che saw the blue and white cloth that was like clouds, covering the rosy skin and showing off the beautiful and fleshy feeling.
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The executive's style is very classic.

When Ryukawa Toru was thinking this, Takeda Maki's actions stopped at the most critical moment.

(End of this chapter)