My absurd experiences in North America over the years

In the study of the Seven Springs Manor, Li Fu had just finished reading a document when Thompson pushed open the door and came in, holding a cell phone with the screen still lit up.

He walked to the table and whispered, "News has come from Los Angeles: Sanjiro is dead too."

This was two days after Naoki Ohashi "released" his letter of repentance.

Li Fu put down the documents, glanced at Thompson's expression, and, confirming he wasn't joking, asked, "When did this happen?"

"He was in his room last night. There are no signs of a struggle. The bed is very tidy, as if he opened the door himself and let people in. The police initially judged that it might be an inside job," Thompson paused for a moment, "I confirmed with Qin Ming that it was not one of our people who did it."

Li Fu leaned back in his chair, pondered for a moment, and quickly came up with an answer: "It must have been the Japanese on the right wing that did it themselves."

"Why?" Thompson asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Sanjiro knows too much. When something happened to Ohashi Naoki, they were afraid that Sanjiro would 'follow suit,' so they took action to deal with him in advance. That way, even if someone wanted to investigate, the clues would be cut off in their own hands."

Li Fu guessed that was the case; otherwise, it would be inexplicable for any other party to have taken action.

Thompson nodded thoughtfully.

Li Fu stood up and looked out the window. After this wave of conflict, Japan's international image had collapsed. The main liaison points and executive bodies of the Japanese right wing in North America would likely require a major overhaul, and it would take time to reorganize.

He guessed that the other party would have to quiet down for a while.

"Should I have Qin Ming keep an eye on things?" Thompson asked.

"No need," Li Fu shook his head. "Keeping too close will only force them to rebuild faster, making them think we've stopped, and that's when they'll lower their guard."

Even with government intervention, it's incredibly difficult to completely eradicate such a situation, let alone for an individual.

Moreover, this incident has caused such a stir that some Democratic lawmakers must hate him. He can't say anything else outrageous, and it would be best if he disappeared from the public eye.

If these lawmakers hadn't been trying to formulate some kind of Asia-Pacific rebalancing strategy, repeatedly clashing with the public in public opinion, calling for balanced reporting, and arguing that ordinary people shouldn't be ignored because of militarism, etc., they wouldn't have given the Tea Party a reason to launch a frenzied attack.

He will likely face a second congressional review.

He must be even more cautious from now on.

As he predicted, in the following period, Japan was busy salvaging its international image, and the radical right-wingers faced fierce public condemnation in their own country, so they naturally had no time to stir up trouble.

However, Li Fu still did not choose to return to Los Angeles, even though there were many documents waiting for him to sign there.

Because he was temporarily unable to attend to her, and Ivanka was getting closer to giving birth.

That day, as usual, he arranged work via video call. The sunlight outside the window was fading, and clouds were piling up in the distance, as if the weather was about to change.

He had just finished dealing with his work and stood up when his phone suddenly rang.

The two were only a few dozen meters apart when Ivanka's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding more urgent than usual, "I think I'm going into labor..."

Before Li Fu could answer, he rushed out of the study and into the bedroom.

Ivanka's forehead was covered in sweat. She immediately took his hand, but to reassure him, "Don't worry, the doctor is on his way."

She already had a top-notch private doctor.

Li Fu tried to calm his breathing, put his arm around Ivanka's shoulder, and said, "I'm not in a hurry, the most important thing is you..."

He said he wasn't in a hurry, but his hands and feet were still trembling uncontrollably, worried that the doctor would arrive too slowly, and worried that there might be even the slightest accident.

On the contrary, Ivanka was the calmer one.

Just then, it started raining outside. The raindrops weren't very big, but they were very dense, making a continuous, pattering sound as they hit the windowpane.

The private doctor, Clark, arrived very quickly, and immediately asked Li Fu to leave.

Li Fugang was about to say something when she waved him off.

"I understand how you feel, and I can guarantee I won't say anything, but my assistant might not be able to," Clark said bluntly.

She signed a confidentiality agreement with her employer, Ivanka, and would not reveal a single detail about her pregnancy.

The same applies to her assistant, but the more people who know, the greater the risk.

Ivanka gave birth in secret, and for the sake of the CCP's political future, this matter will never be made public, now or in the future.

Li Fu had nothing to say, so he had no choice but to leave.

He sat down in another room, not looking at his phone or the time, just sitting there anxiously and uneasily.

The clock on the wall pointed to 4:30 in the afternoon, and the sound of rain coming from the other side of the window was indistinct and persistent.

About twenty minutes later, the sound of a baby crying could be heard.

Li Fu stood up instantly. He knew that his and Ivanka's child had come into this world. His feelings were complicated, a mixture of excitement, joy, and loss.

Excitement and joy are natural human emotions.

The reason for his disappointment is that he cannot always be by his side.

His situation is too complicated in this area. Even if the CCP becomes the president one day, his grandson will probably only be raised as a grandson.

Or perhaps he would bring the child to China and have his elderly father raise him...

Li Fu was lost in thought when the door was pushed open.

Clark's gaze fell on his face, and he breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief. "Don't worry, mother and child are safe and sound. They're waiting for you."

Upon hearing this, Li Fu stood motionless in the room for a moment, as if the words "mother and child are safe" needed time to travel through the air and reach his ears...

He had imagined this scene before, but when it actually happened, he was still a little at a loss.

The rain was still falling outside the window, making a continuous low patter against the glass, while the light inside the room spread evenly across the entire space... Everything seemed unreal at that moment.

However, in that instant, he snapped out of his daze and rushed into the room where Ivanka was giving birth like an arrow.

Ivanka didn't look too well on the bed, clearly exhausted from giving birth naturally. However, a smile remained on her lips, and her eyes shone with maternal love.

A baby in her arms was making babbling sounds.

"You've worked hard," Li Fu said, squatting down in front of Ivanka and gently stroking her cheek with affection.

"It's a boy," Ivanka said, handing the child to Li Fu. "I hope he grows up to be like you."

Li Fu took the child. The child's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat like Ivanka's, while the contours of his cheeks were somewhat like his. But no matter who the child resembled, he would definitely not be ugly in the future.

"I wish it were a girl, someone as beautiful as you," he said, holding the child and touching foreheads with Ivanka's.

The family of three was enjoying a happy time together.