After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

"Sir, welcome home."

Before departing from Hai Island in the afternoon, Lu Liang had informed them; just like Wen Chao, Erii and Miyuki were well-prepared at home early on.

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted with an emperor-like reception: one tall and one short, they kneeled on the porch to welcome his return.

Removing shoes and socks, Lu Liang didn't have to lift a finger, a warm cup of tea for rinsing his mouth, and a hot towel for his face.

Miyazaki Erii had been a lady of high society in Tokyo, but her family had fallen on hard times a year ago, exhaustively trying to repay debts.

Now, without the worry of debts, she had a mansion to enter, a luxury car to drive, and like dusting off a pearl, she restored her former brilliance.

Lu Liang finally remembered who she resembled, Wan Qian, not incredibly stunning but the more one looked, the more she possessed a tranquil and elegant demeanor.

Particularly similar were their lips, distinctly M-shaped, sensual yet graceful, with the corners slightly upturned, giving off a warm and soft feeling.

Yet the way she looked at Lu Liang was complicated, filled with indescribable emotions, partly gratitude and partly resentment, much like the female characters in domestic prime-time ethical dramas.

"Sir, please go bath first. I will scrub your back for you. Mom doesn't know when you'll be here, so dinner isn't ready yet."

Sakurada Miyuki, seemingly aware of the reason, didn't ask for Lu Liang's opinion for the first time and hurriedly pulled him toward the bathroom.

The slight wetness of the light yukata revealed the beautiful figure of a young girl; she was even one year younger than Li Manli.

"Miyuki, what's wrong with your mother?"

Lu Liang closed his eyes to savor the moment as Miyuki washed his hair and cleansed his body, carefully supporting him as he stepped into the bath.

He suddenly realized that he seemed a bit single-minded, always favoring 18-year-old girls, though 19-year-olds were also fine.

The charm of young girls, easy to coax, with fair, powder-soft skin.

"After the last time I saw you, mother looked you up on Wikipedia."

After cleaning herself, Miyuki also stepped into the bath, her delicate back pressed tightly against Lu Liang's chest.

Feeling a certain revival, perhaps due to the steam or perhaps due to shyness, a blush spread across her cheeks.

"So she knows, it was me who caused your family's bankruptcy?"

Lu Liang squinted his eyes; there wasn't much about him on the domestic Baidu encyclopedia, but Wikipedia had very detailed information.

From the profession he pursued after graduation to the companies he invested in over the years and the international financial battles he took part in.

Last year, two cases were highlighted: one was in mid-February's Brexit referendum short sell of British Pounds, single-handedly defeating Wall Street institutions led by Quantum Fund.

The other was in mid-July's affair in the US Dollar–yen foreign exchange market, single-handedly defeating Wall Street institutions led by JPMorgan's black ops.

During that time, Lu Liang's actions in the US Dollar–yen foreign exchange market indirectly led to the Sakurada Family's ruin; Miyuki lost her father, and Erii became a widow.

"Neither Mom nor I blame you; it's just that she's not yet ready to accept it," Miyuki hastily explained.

She studied economics at JD, very aware that if not for her, Lu Liang might have spent his whole life unaware of this matter.

Just like the butterfly in the Amazon rainforest, fluttering its wings suddenly, only to cause a hurricane in Texas two weeks later.

Would people blame the butterfly for this event?

Clearly not.

At that time, Lu Liang made only about a billion US Dollars; even multiplied a hundredfold to a hundred billion US Dollars, it couldn't cause the US Dollar–yen exchange rate to fall by 9.81%.

It was all market behavior; there was no distinction between good and evil.

If one really had to hold someone accountable, then the responsibility of Tokyo's three major commercial banks—Mizuho, Mitsubishi Tokyo, and Mitsui Sumitomo—was definitely much greater than that of Lu Liang.

Capital chases profit; to prevent their assets from devaluing during the yen depreciation, they wouldn't hesitate to kick them further down, burying millions of National citizens.

This was also the most classic case in economic textbooks: during economic downturns, the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer.

Because the wealthy knew when to hedge their funds, even joining foreign capital to short their national currency.

The poor could only watch helplessly, powerless to fight back, passively suffering with the country, becoming sacrificial lambs of the market.

Her father was just too greedy; had he done nothing, even if the $340,000 salary became the purchasing power of only $300,000, their family could still live well.

Lu Liang smiled, pinched Miyuki's delicate chin, and whispered, "After entering the gate, there will always be great scholars to argue on my behalf."

He finally understood why the US Army, clearly half invasive and half colonial, still received respect in Japan and Korea.

Although civilization has developed over thousands of years, its undercurrent has never changed, which is the survival of the fittest, where the strong are honored.

"What does that mean?"

Sakurada Miyuki cocked her head, baffled.

Although she was preparing for her Chinese certification, she still couldn't grasp some profound phrases.

Was the "entry" she considered to be that of the Qing Dynasty? And what did "great Confucian debating scriptures" mean?

"Let's get up, or your mother will think we're up to something in here."

Lu Liang smiled and didn't explain. He patted Miyuki on the head but accidentally hit her a little too hard as he stood up.

"If you know, then you know."

Miyuki grunted a few times and, while scrubbing Lu Liang's back, her face suddenly turned crimson as she hesitantly said, "Mom told me not to take any more precautions and to have a baby with you soon."

Her mother had spoken secretly to her about it, but she felt it was a matter for both of them, and she didn't want to have a baby so soon.

She hadn't even completed her studies.

"Then let's talk about it later."

Lu Liang chuckled lightly and suddenly thought of Erii, standing outside the door; clearly, this lady was not as innocent as she appeared.

Although their living conditions were very good, everything was provided by Lu Liang, and he could take it all back with just a thought.

The moment Lu Liang stopped liking Miyuki or her, everything before her eyes would vanish like smoke, and she would still have to continue repaying debts.

But having a child was different; it signified an eternal bond with Lu Liang, indissoluble and incredibly complicated.

Before long, Lu Liang, dressed in a bathrobe, stepped out of the bathroom.

Erii quickly approached, with a smile, offering him a cup of water at just the right temperature: "Sir, dinner is ready."

Her Chinese wasn't very good and her pronunciation was very heavy, but it was clear she had put effort into learning, only her age didn't allow her to pick it up as quickly as younger people.

The dining table was set with four dishes and a soup, not the small yet refined style of Japanese cuisine, but more like the hearty Guangdong Cantonese dishes.

It was obvious that she had done her research; when one is uncertain about a person's tastes, choosing Cantonese cuisine minimizes the chance of a mishap.

As long as the ingredients are fresh, even the lightest dish can be palatable, unlike others that might be too spicy, too salty, or too sweet.

Lu Liang leaned on the water bar, looking out at the night view of the Roppongi streets through an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows.

He glanced at Miyuki, who was blow-drying her hair in the bathroom, and whispered softly, "Madam, you know that I am Lu Liang."

Lu Liang wanted to understand Erii's thoughts; judging by the way Miyuki was brought up, they must have had a very happy life before.

But Miyuki was still young and bore a striking resemblance to Nakamori Akina, which touched the softest spot in Ota Ling's heart.

So even though their family fortune declined, she herself hadn't really suffered, and her life had gone from good to even better.

Erii's situation was different, though; after decades spent alongside her partner, his departure left her, who lacked life skills, wandering for nearly a year, as if falling from heaven to hell.

Lu Liang wanted to know what Erii was thinking; her attitude would determine his own toward mother and daughter.

He didn't want any instability around him; even though he did not often come to Tokyo, he did not want any potential threats lurking.

Lu Liang looked at Erii, who let out a sigh: "I harbored resentment, but he is gone, never to return."

"Sir, please don't call me Madam anymore. You can call me Miyazaki, or Erii."

When she found out that Lu Liang was the one who had shorted the Japanese yen, indirectly leading to her husband's suicide, her world seemed to collapse. But as time passed, the affluent lifestyle gradually smoothed over her grudge.

She was getting older, but her daughter was still young. They both enjoyed their current lives and had learned to reconcile with themselves.

No blame could be laid on Lu Liang or her husband, because he had only risked all to provide a better life for his family.

"Sir, there are many things in the world like this, where it's not necessary to distinguish right from wrong, nor is there always a need to find someone to blame."

Unconsciously, Erii glanced at Miyuki, her face showing a hint of tender, motherly love: "You treat Miyuki very well and take care of both of us."

Lu Liang's mouth curved into a smile, pleased with Erii's response, and took a sip of water from his cup: "Madam, let's dine together. Whether it be Miyazaki or Sakurada, you are Miyuki's mother."

Erii was momentarily lost in thought, feeling a long-absent respect; her heart warmed, and she bowed gracefully: "Of course, sir. After you."

With his words, Lu Liang had made it clear: she was Miyuki's mother, and she would always be his madam.