My Young Husband, The Assasin-Chapter 56: Aira’s warmth and Renji’s protectiveness

Aira had changed her clothes with Saki and Keiko's help. Thankfully, before leaving, she had brought more than two sets of clothes. Whether it was intuition or something else, Aira had intended to bring extra clothes just in case, and it turned out to be a good decision, as something had indeed happened to her.

The two women both wore sad expressions. The woman with long purple hair felt guilty for being negligent in her duties, while the other woman felt more sympathetic as a friend.

Before speaking, Aira smiled briefly and then put on a calm expression with warm eyes. "You both look so beautiful when you smile, so don't make faces like that."

She pinched Saki's chubby cheeks playfully. "How can you stay so calm after what just happened?" Saki said, her eyes glistening with tears.

Aira reached out and pulled Saki into a warm hug. "Don't cry, Saki-chan. I'm fine; I'm not hurt at all."

Saki's tears immediately spilt over as she was hugged, even though it was supposed to be Aira who needed comforting. Why had the situation reversed?

Meanwhile, Keiko chose to leave the room without saying a word.

"Saki-chan, I suddenly feel hungry," Aira said amidst Saki's crying.

Saki pulled away from Aira's embrace, her tear-filled eyes looking at Aira softly. "What do you want to eat? I'll make something special for you."

"Miso soup and dim sum. Can you make that for me?" Aira asked politely, a gentle smile gracing her face.

"Wait here. Don't go anywhere. I'll bring it to you," Saki said.

Aira nodded in understanding. After Saki left for the kitchen, where Fujin and Shintaro usually reigned, the kitchen would temporarily be taken over to prepare the food Aira desired.

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The noisy chatter of the girls could be heard, accompanied by expressions full of admiration, as a young man wearing the uniform of Empire Gakuen, the most elite school in the city, entered. There was no need to guess or wonder who the handsome young man was, as everyone in the café recognized him. Behind the young man, a well-dressed man followed, making sure no one approached.

"His face is so handsome up close!" squealed the girls, seeing Renji in person for the first time.

The girls flocked closer, wanting to greet him. Still, their intentions were blocked by several tall, sturdy men who could be considered bodyguards—Keiko's subordinates who had arrived earlier with Aira and were stationed outside.

"Fujita, get rid of them if they're still causing a commotion here," Renji ordered.

"Understood, young master," Fujita replied, no longer following Renji and heading to find Miss Rika to relay the order.

Renji's sharp eyes landed on the woman with purple hair standing before the door to his office. His emotions could no longer be contained.

Renji delivered a slap as punishment to the purple-haired woman tasked with guarding Aira. He held her responsible for her negligence, which had led to Aira being attacked by a group of teenage girls. Fortunately, nothing worse had happened. Keiko's reaction was to stand still, her eyes empty.

"Are you angry because I slapped you?" Renji asked sarcastically.

"No. I understand and acknowledge my mistake, which led to the young mistress experiencing such an unpleasant incident," Keiko replied flatly.

"Good that you understand," he said as he opened the door to his office.

A heavy sigh escaped Keiko's lips. Her previously blank expression turned sombre, hiding deep sadness that she never expressed or spoke about and always buried in her heart.

"Cry if it feels too heavy for you," said a man dressed in service attire with red hair, offering her a handkerchief.

For a moment, Keiko stood frozen, then pushed Ryuji's hand away. "Thank you, but I'm fine."

"Crying doesn't make you weak," Ryuji offered some advice.

Keiko could only smile bitterly in response to Ryuji's words. It was the first time someone had said something like this to her. If she were still the same person who quickly fell in love, she might have developed feelings for him immediately.

But after having her heart broken repeatedly by one-sided love, she decided she no longer wanted to fall in love. Perhaps her fate in love wasn't as beautiful as her mistress's or that long-haired blonde girl's. One could say her love life was cursed, but who could have guessed that the wheel of her romantic life was beginning to turn?

"If you need someone to talk to, you can contact me anytime. I'm always ready to keep you company," he said confidently.

"Thank you for the offer, but..."

"Until next time, beautiful lady," Ryuji interrupted, waving his hand as he headed toward the kitchen.

Keiko was momentarily stunned, then smiled faintly. "What a strange man," she murmured, looking at the pink handkerchief. On the back, she noticed a phone number and email address written neatly.

The sound of a door opening was heard, followed by the hurried footsteps of a young man whose face was filled with anxiety. He rushed toward the beautiful woman sitting on the long sofa, knitting a pair of gloves.

"Honey," he called out anxiously, embracing her tightly.

"Why are you home from school already?" she asked, confused and a little angry, as it was only four in the afternoon—an hour earlier than his usual dismissal time.

Once again, her husband had skipped school. What excuse did he have this time for leaving such an important learning activity?

"My husband! Why did you skip school?" she asked angrily.

"The teachers were in a meeting, so we were dismissed early," he lied, not wanting to be scolded.

"There's no history of early dismissal unless there's an earthquake or a fire," Aira said, looking at him suspiciously.

"There is, and it happened at my school today."

"That's so strange!" Aira exclaimed in disbelief.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. How are you feeling? Are you hurt? Tell me where they hurt you," Renji asked frantically, examining Aira's body in detail.

Renji's behaviour made Aira happy and amused, causing her to smile. "I was just splashed with cold water, nothing more than that."

"How could they do that to you!"

"Hang in there, don't anger or sulk anymore. All that's important is that my baby and I are safe," Aira declared, stroking Renji's face to calm him down.

Renji grasped Aira's hand on his cheek and brought it to his lips, gently kissing it. Aira's cheeks turned bright red, and she smiled shyly. Thanks to Aira's soothing presence, Renji's emotions had faded away.

"Aah~" Aira groaned as she felt the baby move.

"What's wrong, honey?" Renji asked, his face panicked.

Aira smiled warmly, taking Renji's hand and placing it on her belly. "Feel this."

"Our baby is so active," Renji said in awe as he felt the movements in Aira's belly.

"Maybe he wants to be a soccer player because his kicks are so strong. Sometimes, it makes my stomach ache a little."

Gentle strokes continued to be given. "Daddy's little warrior, don't be naughty in there. Mommy is in pain,"

"Yes, Daddy," Aira replied, imitating a child's voice.

"Why are you the one answering?" Renji protested.

"I'm speaking on behalf of our baby," Aira chuckled.

Renji sat down beside Aira, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a warm embrace. "Have you thought of a name for our baby?" he asked, suddenly remembering that they hadn't decided yet.

"I haven't thought about it, even though the baby will be born soon. Have you chosen a name?"

"Not yet. I'm still thinking about it. What matters most is that both our baby and you are safe."

"I'm terrified and nervous about giving birth to our first child," Aira stated. At the same time, her head rested comfortably on Renji's chest.

"I'll be there with you at the delivery, don't worry."

"Arent, I'm just lucky to have such a loving husband as you," Aira gazed at him in awe. "I love you, love," she flung her arms around him.

"I love you too," Renji replied, kissing gently on her head.

"By the way, I haven't sorted out the baby's things yet. The stuff we bought is still neatly packed in the boxes,"

"We can organize everything tomorrow. Aunt Emiko and Keiko can help. As for the crib, I already ordered a custom one from a woodworker since the one we bought before was pink."

"It must have been expensive. We didn't need a new one—we could have just used the one we had," Aira said, her frugal nature surfacing. Throwing away perfect items and spending unnecessarily was something she disliked.

"I just want to give our baby the best. No matter how expensive it is, it's worth it,"

"Having money doesn't mean we should be wasteful. It's better to save it for other needs," Aira scolded, giving him a piece of her mind.

"Yes, ma'am," Renji replied obediently.

"Honey, you never ask for anything—no diamonds, expensive dresses, branded shoes or bags, or even money for beauty salons?" Renji asked, puzzled that his wife had never once requested anything luxurious.

A soft smile graced Aira's naturally beautiful face, untouched by makeup. "Living peacefully like this, without worrying about what to eat tomorrow or how to pay the apartment rent, is already enough for me. I'm grateful and happy without needing those things you mentioned,"

Aira's gaze was sincere and honest, devoid of deception. Renji had made no mistake in choosing her as his life partner. She was beautiful, had a kind heart, and wasn't materialistic, unlike the many women who had approached him in the past, drawn to his wealth in hopes of living a luxurious life after marriage.

But Aira was different. In all their time together, she had never once asked for expensive gifts—her only request was to go out for a meal, and even then, not at a high-end restaurant or a luxury hotel, but at a simple ramen shop where a bowl cost less than a school cafeteria lunch.

All the clothes Aira wore were not her requests or choices; Renji himself handpicked them. He had even placed special orders at a renowned boutique in Tokyo to have maternity dresses and outfits tailored to Aira's size, making most of her clothes practically limited edition.

Renji hugged Aira tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder before whispering sweetly, "Love you," and kissing her earlobe.

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Gentle strokes continued to be given. "Daddy's little warrior, don't be naughty in there. Mommy is in pain,"

"Yes, Daddy," Aira replied, imitating a child's voice.

"Why are you the one answering?" Renji protested.

"I'm speaking on behalf of our baby," Aira chuckled.

Renji sat down beside Aira, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a warm embrace. "Have you thought of a name for our baby?" he asked, suddenly remembering that they hadn't decided yet.

"I haven't thought about it, even though the baby will be born soon. Have you chosen a name?"

"Not yet. I'm still thinking about it. What matters most is that both our baby and you are safe."

"To be honest, I'm feeling a little scared and nervous about our first child's birth," Aira said, resting her face comfortably against Renji's chest.

"I'll be right there with you during the delivery, so don't be afraid,"

"I'm so lucky to have such a supportive husband like you," Aira gazed at him in admiration. "I love you, darling," she hugged him tightly.

"I love you too," Renji replied, kissing gently on her head.

"By the way, I haven't sorted out the baby's things yet. The stuff we bought is still neatly packed in the boxes,"

"We can organize everything tomorrow. Aunt Emiko and Keiko can help. As for the crib, I already ordered a custom one from a woodworker since the one we bought before was pink."

"It must have been expensive. We didn't need a new one—we could have just used the one we had," Aira said, her frugal nature surfacing. Throwing away perfect items and spending unnecessarily was something she disliked.

"I just want to give our baby the best. No matter how expensive it is, it's worth it,"

"Having money doesn't mean we should be wasteful. It's better to save it for other needs," Aira scolded, giving him a piece of her mind.

"Yes, ma'am," Renji replied obediently.

"Honey, you never ask for anything—no diamonds, expensive dresses, branded shoes or bags, or even money for beauty salons?" Renji asked, puzzled that his wife had never once requested anything luxurious.

A soft smile graced Aira's naturally beautiful face, untouched by makeup. "Living peacefully like this, without worrying about what to eat tomorrow or how to pay the apartment rent, is already enough for me. I'm grateful and happy without needing those things you mentioned,"

Aira's gaze was sincere and honest, devoid of any deception. Renji had made no mistake in choosing her as his life partner. She was beautiful, had a kind heart, and wasn't materialistic, unlike the many women who had approached him in the past, drawn to his wealth in hopes of living a luxurious life after marriage. But Aira was different. In all their time together, she had never once asked for expensive gifts—her only request was to go out for a meal, and even then, not at a high-end restaurant or a luxury hotel, but at a simple ramen shop where a bowl cost less than a school cafeteria lunch.

All the clothes Aira wore were not her requests or choices; Renji himself handpicked them. He had even placed special orders at a renowned boutique in Tokyo to have maternity dresses and outfits tailored to Aira's size, making most of her clothes practically limited edition.

Renji hugged Aira tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder before whispering sweetly, "Love you," and kissing her earlobe.

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