My Young Husband, The Assasin-Chapter 47: Halloween party (1)

Renji smiled happily behind his coffee cup as he read the front-page news of this morning's newspaper, which was so delightful that it deserved to be celebrated. Moreover, this incident could be a crushing blow to his grandfather and the Kenzaki family, who were so arrogant and conceited, thinking they could conquer him with cheap, dirty tricks—ideas concocted by his grandfather in hopes of separating him from Aira.

"My husband, why are you smiling like that? Is there something funny in the news?" Aira asked, looking puzzled because Renji had been smiling to himself all this time.

Renji smiled briefly and put down his coffee cup. "Nothing," he said.

"Don't lie," Aira replied, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"I just had an idea for the Halloween event," Renji said, diverting the conversation.

"You always change the subject," Aira huffed, puffing out her cheeks.

"So, what's your idea?" she asked curiously.

"How about people wear costumes based on the lottery number they pick?" Renji suggested.

Aira fell silent, thinking for a moment. "That's a good idea," she agreed.

Renji's dark eyes glanced at Aira's plate, and he sighed softly. "Finish your food, honey."

"My mouth feels bitter, and it makes the food taste bad," Aira said, pushing her plate away.

"Do you want to eat something else? I'll have Fujita buy it for you."

Aira shook her head slowly. "I want you to feed me," she said, pouting playfully.

Aira's spoiled side was showing, and if her wish wasn't granted, it wasn't unlikely that she would sulk all day, locking herself in the room like a child. Renji's hand pulled Aira's plate closer, and he scooped up a whole spoonful of food. "Open your mouth, honey."

Aira opened her mouth wide, happily accepting the food he offered. "Chew it well before swallowing."

"Hmm..." Aira nodded in understanding.

Thanks to Renji's hand-feeding, Aira finished two plates of Souffle Omelette this morning without complaining of feeling full or nauseous. After breakfast, Renji left for work, accompanied by Tetsuya, to meet an important client. Even though it was Sunday, work sometimes didn't care about time or day.

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Lately, Aira had been learning to knit to pass the time while staying at home, relying solely on a knitting tutorial book. Her interest in knitting emerged after accidentally stumbling upon a knitting video on a video-sharing site.

Though imperfect, the pair of light blue baby socks she had finished knitting yesterday were not disappointing. This made her even more motivated to keep learning until she became skilled. Not far from where she sat, Keiko was keeping her company.

Renji had assigned the beautiful woman with long purple hair to watch over Aira and ensure nothing bad happened while he was away. Silently, Keiko had been observing Aira's movements while thinking to herself.

Keiko still couldn't believe that this pregnant woman was Renji Ishikawa's wife.

"What are you thinking about?" Aira asked in between her knitting.

For a moment, Keiko was startled but quickly composed herself. "I'm not thinking about anything," Keiko lied.

"Really? But your face clearly shows that you're thinking about something. Is it about Tetsuya?" Aira teased with a smile.

"I'm not thinking about anything, young miss," Keiko replied politely.

"Alright, if you say so. Come sit next to me," Aira said, patting the empty seat beside her.

Without much talk or questions, Keiko sat down exactly where Aira had patted. Aira handed Keiko a pair of knitting needles and some light purple yarn. "Let's learn to knit together. Sitting still and just watching me must be boring."

"B-but I don't know how to knit, Young miss," Keiko stammered, looking confused. She had no idea how to knit, though she was an expert in fighting.

"I'll teach you," Aira said, smiling proudly at her still-amateur knitting skills.

"But I..."

"Think of it as practice for becoming a mother," Aira interjected.

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Keiko's face fell as she stared blankly at the knitting needles and yarn in her hands. "Someone like me... could I ever become a mother?" she murmured, her eyes filled with sadness.

"Yes, you can. You'll be a wonderful mother someday," Aira soothed warmly.

Aira's words brightened Keiko's otherwise sad face. She felt joyful in her eyes, and her heart was ecstatic. "Oh, thank you, young miss," she said with sincere gratitude.

At first, Keiko had trouble holding the needles and didn't know what to knit. Knitting, as it turned out, was not so simple after all.

"Here's how you do it," Aira demonstrated her amateur knitting technique to Keiko.

Though still a beginner, Keiko thought Aira was already quite skilled at knitting. She observed and followed along, managing to create something, though her pattern wasn't as neat as Aira's.

Surprisingly, knitting wasn't dull at all. It was enjoyable, filled with conversation, making time fly by quickly.

"May I ask you something?"

"Is it about Tetsuya?" Aira guessed.

"No," Keiko replied. Aira paused her knitting and turned her round eyes to Keiko, curious to hear what she wanted to ask.

Keiko looked a little frightened. "First, I want to apologize. I'm not trying to be rude or choke your position as the lady of this house, Keiko said delicately, not wanting to offend Aira.

"Don't be afraid. "Just say it," Aira smiled softly, calming Keiko's fidgeting.

"Honestly, I wondered how you became Mr. Renji's wife," Keiko said, wanting to know the truth that she had always wanted to know.

Aira smiled briefly, trying to recall her first meeting with Renji. "If I had to explain it, I'd feel confused because everything happened quickly. But," Aira smiled, "I'm grateful to be Renji-kun's wife. Even though he's still very young, he's incredibly responsible, unlike others his age who enjoy their youth and have fun with friends. Instead, he chose to marry and navigate the ups and downs of married life."

Aira felt a sense of pride in her heart for having a husband like Renji. Not only was he handsome, but he was also profoundly responsible toward his family—a man many women admired.

"Is that all you wanted to ask?" Aira inquired, still curious.

"Yes," Keiko replied briefly, not intending to ask anything else.

In truth, there were many things Keiko wanted to ask Aira, especially about Renji's accurate job—whether Aira knew about it or not. However, Keiko doesn't feel it is her place to reveal Renji's true identity. Perhaps there was a reason behind Renji's decision to keep everything hidden from Aira.

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This morning, they completely changed the look and feel of Asahi Cafe. All the staff, along with several of Renji's guards, helped change the atmosphere. Tonight, Asahi Cafe will be open from 8:00 PM until 11:00 PM with a unique theme: a costume party!

By evening, Aira and Keiko arrived to help. But alas, everyone urged Aira to sit and rest, thinking of her  big belly. After half an hour, Renji arrived in a hurry, carrying a lot of food he had purchased explicitly before coming in such a hurry.

Renji's arrival was like an oasis in a barren desert. Everyone decided to take a 15-minute break to rest and refuel.

"Renji-kun, I missed you," Aira said, her arms wide open, waiting for Renji. Even though they had only been apart for a few hours, it felt like days.

"Me too," Renji replied, hugging Aira affectionately.

Tetsuya, watching the display of affection, felt disgusted. "Ugh, my eyes hurt~"

Renji clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Then find a partner so you can be affectionate daily and stop being jealous of others' happiness."

"I already have a partner. They're right over there," Tetsuya pointed toward the people sitting and enjoying their food.

"Who are you looking at, you pale-faced idiot!" Saki snapped, thinking Tetsuya was pointing at her when he wasn't.

"Why did she have to look this way?!" Tetsuya grumbled in frustration.

"Do you mean Fujimoto Saki?" Renji teased, deliberately misinterpreting Tetsuya's gesture.

"Not her, the one next to her," Tetsuya pointed straight at the man with long blonde hair.

"Oh, Arashi," Aira joined in, pretending not to understand what Tetsuya meant.

"Are you both blind?! It's the one eating pizza!" Tetsuya exclaimed, still pointing forward.

"Keiko is also eating pizza," Renji added.

Tetsuya's countenance was exasperated, as Aira and Renji had no idea to whom he referred. He eventually gave up and approached the other employees to seek help and relief from the harassment.

"How's work? Everything going smoothly?" Aira inquired, noticing the tired look on Renji's face.

"It's going well, but I want to rest and recharge," Renji complained, leaning on Aira's shoulder.

"Behave yourself. There are a lot of people watching," Aira said, feeling a bit uncomfortable and embarrassed, afraid of drawing attention.

"We're husband and wife. Why should we be shy?" Renji said, wrapping his arm comfortably around Aira's shoulder.

"Still, being affectionate in public makes me shy," Aira replied, her eyes darting nervously. Without warning, Renji scooped Aira up in a bridal carry.

"Where are you taking me?" Aira asked.

Renji grinned enormously and walked towards his room, shutting the door to ward off any disturbance.

Renji laid Aira down on the sofa bed and, without hesitation, passionately kissed her chubby lips, leaving her no chance to protest or refuse. A delicate strand of saliva connected their lips as Renji ended the kiss. A lecherous grin spread across his face as he looked at Aira with desire.

"You should be resting, not kissing me," Aira protested.

"Because I need a different kind of energy, honey," Renji whispered seductively.

Aira's cheeks flushed red, and she smiled shyly. "Be gentle," she said bashfully. The next moment, Renji passionately claimed Aira's lips again.

The entire café had been decorated beautifully, even artistically, thanks to the involvement of the art maestro, Tetsuya Ishikawa, who provided guidance—or, as Saki put it, acted like a foreman since he had been giving orders left and right. Still, he felt proud for having contributed.

Two hours before the café opened, none of the staff had changed into their costumes or gotten ready. There was a growing concern that the event might fail because everyone had been so busy decorating that they forgot the most essential part of the party: the costumes.

Amidst the anxiety, Renji arrived with a solution. Costumes and props for cosplay had already been prepared, but people couldn't choose their characters freely. Instead, they had to draw lots from a glass box set up.

People picked their numbers from the glass box one by one. However, Aira and Renji didn't participate in the draw because they had already decided what costumes to wear. Although Tetsuya initially protested, he eventually gave up, unable to win an argument against Renji.

"Please check your papers and see which costume you've got," Renji instructed.

Fujin stared flatly at the paper in his hand. "I got a role that perfectly suits my character," he murmured happily.

"What did you get?" Shintaro asked, curious to know his co-worker's personality. Proudly, Fujin allowed him to view the paper.

"Wow! I wanted that character," Shintaro said.

"And you? What costume did you get?" Fujin asked, interested.

Shintaro raised his paper. "I got this costume," he answered proudly.

"That character is way too handsome for you," Fujin teased, laughing.

"You should've gotten the Miko character so we could pair up," Shintaro said, a hint of disappointment in his voice since their characters didn't match for a duo.

"Ugh, we've been together since school, and now we work together too," Fujin complained.

"Just consider it fate," Shintaro replied.

"If a pretty girl said that, I'd be happy," Fujin grumbled.

"Just pretend I'm a pretty girl. My hair is black and long, too," Shintaro said, striking a cute pose in front of Fujin.

"If you weren't my friend, I'd punch your face," Fujin snapped, trying to hide his anger.

"This is why you can't get a girlfriend," Shintaro sighed, blaming Fujin's fate for being single for 28 years.

"Tch," Fujin clicked his tongue in annoyance.

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