Cici Grant never expected someone would be standing right behind her.
She spun around—in the middle of the night, no less...
Jeez, that nearly scared her to death!
Jiro Hirayama stood there with his head down, unmoving. Under the night sky, his long shadow stretched out, drifting and swaying—he looked just like a ghost.
But what Jiro Hirayama said next was even scarier—Cici Grant almost jumped out of her skin.
"You’re late!" Jiro Hirayama scolded, making Cici feel like she was sneaking around behind her husband’s back.
"Someone’s been waiting for you in your room for ages!" Jiro said seriously. "He said if you don’t come back, he’s sleeping in your room tonight! Oh, and it’s not Charles Yin."
Cici Grant nearly jumped. "What?! Who went to my room? Isn’t there a guest room? Why did you let him into my room?"
Jiro Hirayama was seriously unreliable!
Cici Grant dashed off in a panic. If word got out, how could she ever show her face again?
Jiro Hirayama trailed slowly behind Cici Grant and followed her into her room.
Cici Grant shoved open the door, just about to yell—before she could say a word, she spotted Rona Muir with a face mask on, swaying back and forth.
Rona... Rona Muir...
Cici Grant turned around and saw Jiro Hirayama still trailing behind her—she was fuming, ready for battle!
Are you kidding me?!
Jiro Hirayama!
Can you at least tell the difference between he and she?
You’re Japanese, so why not just speak Japanese? Why are you talking to me in Chinese?
If you spoke Japanese, I’d know the difference between he and she!
I can't believe you...
Jiro Hirayama looked totally innocent and said to Rona Muir, "Alright, I brought the person—so when are you giving me what you promised?"
Rona Muir, still wearing her face mask, waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, I’ll get it to you later!"
Jiro Hirayama finally looked satisfied and turned to leave.
Huh? What happened while I was gone?
Cici Grant closed the door behind her. "What did you promise him?"
Rona Muir flopped onto the sofa. "He said he wants a vial of my blood."
Cici Grant’s eyes nearly popped out. "You agreed to that?"
"Yeah, I did!" Rona Muir looked at Cici, confused. "Why are you making that face?"
Cici Grant swallowed hard. "Do you even know who he is? Or what he does?"
Rona Muir shook her head. "He looks skinny and weak—definitely not an athlete!"
Cici Grant was honestly speechless.
Queen Rona, you’re way too chill about this!
You didn’t even ask what he wanted it for, and you just agreed? Aren’t you worried he’ll clone another you?
"Oh, whatever! Even if he clones me, who cares?" Rona Muir shrugged, totally unbothered. "Even if she looks exactly like me, so what? My experience, my wisdom, my talent—can you clone that? Besides, you and Yun Nuo look exactly alike, but do you really think you’re the same as Yun Nuo?"
She makes a good point—I’ve got nothing to say!
Cici Grant thought about it seriously, and honestly, she had to agree.
Still, she couldn’t relax—she needed to ask Jiro Hirayama what he was really up to.
Was he planning to use Rona Muir’s genes to make a kid with her or something?
But this time, Cici Grant was definitely overthinking it.
When Cici Grant called Jiro Hirayama to ask why he wanted Rona Muir’s blood, his answer made her grind her teeth in frustration.
"Oh? I just think this woman totally flips a classic Chinese saying on its head, so I wanted to see if her genes are mutated." That was Jiro Hirayama’s answer.
"What saying?" Cici Grant asked, super curious.
"Big boobs, no brains." Jiro Hirayama replied.
Cici Grant:
She really wanted to punch someone right now—what was she supposed to do?!
The next morning, Cici Grant was up early. Rona Muir was still fast asleep!
Yep, she spent the night in Cici Grant’s room and refused to leave!
Cici Grant wanted to sleep in too, but she couldn’t!
Today was the opening ceremony, and as the director of Saint Diana Academy, she had to be there!
Rona Muir, on the other hand, was just a guest—she could go or not, whatever!
Seeing Rona Muir sleeping so soundly made Cici Grant grind her teeth in frustration!
Cici Grant powered through and got to the main hall of the cultural exchange early.
Imperial City was Imperial City—when it came to cultural events, everything was top-notch.
The whole main hall was nearly a thousand square meters, with over eight hundred seats packed to the brim.
As soon as Cici Grant arrived, she saw a group of people heading straight for her.
There was no way for Cici Grant to dodge—they were definitely coming for her.
She knew for sure because leading the group was Earl Field, and next to him was someone she didn’t recognize—but those red eyes gave away his identity.
The Field Family has three sons. Aside from Earl Field, only the eldest is bedridden—he’d never show up here.
So the man standing next to Earl Field could only be the second son—the science-obsessed madman from the Field Family.
Sure enough, that science lunatic just glanced at Cici Grant, totally uninterested.
To him, all humans are the same—no difference between men and women, no difference in gender.
He only divides people by age and individual quirks.
Suddenly, Cici Grant thought Jiro Hirayama’s description was spot on!
In the second son of the Field Family’s eyes, everyone in the world is just swinging a little bird around!
"Cici, we meet again!" Earl Field called out to her from afar. "I heard you’re interested in my second brother, so I brought him along!"
Wait, what? Interested in his second brother?
I’m only interested in Jiro Hirayama, okay?
I just want Jiro Hirayama to convince the Field Family’s second son to make me an heir, that’s all!
Cici Grant glanced around and finally spotted Jiro Hirayama. Without caring about her image, she dragged him over.
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Sure enough, when Jiro Hirayama showed up, the Field Family’s second son finally acted a little more human.
"Huh?" The Field Family’s second son gave a simple, blunt reaction.
Jiro Hirayama glanced back at Cici Grant, his look saying: See? I told you—he’s the crazy one, I’m normal!
Jiro Hirayama nodded at the Field Family’s second son, without saying a word.
But for them, that was more than enough!
They’d already had a thousand-word conversation with just their eyes!
Cici Grant whispered in Jiro Hirayama’s ear, "If you can convince him to make an heir for me, I’ll steal my dad’s chess manuals for you!"
Jiro Hirayama thought it over—deal!
So Jiro Hirayama dragged the Field Family’s second son away to have their own weird conversation.
Earl Field just laughed heartily. "Getting my second brother to understand social norms? Not gonna happen! Actually, if you just admit Miles is my son, wouldn’t everything be solved? Miles would still be your son, but he could inherit the Field Family too. What’s not to love?"
"Earl Field’s Chinese is seriously getting better." Today, as director of Saint Diana Academy, Cici Grant couldn’t afford to lose her composure.
"I mean it, Miles must return to the Field Family." Earl Field suddenly leaned in close, whispering in Cici Grant’s ear, "Here’s the deal—Miles has to go back to the Field Family."
Cici Grant watched him warily.
"Because the Field Family’s blood has to be specially purified," Earl Field whispered. "Otherwise, why do you think only the Field Family has healthy red eyes? Everyone else’s red eyes are sickly—only ours are normal. If you don’t believe me, just wait and see if Miles gets sick..."
With that, Earl Field drifted away.
Cici Grant watched Earl Field’s back with a cold smile.
Ha! Does he think I’m three years old? He really dared to use such a lame excuse?
My son Ethan might only be three, but even he’d see through that. Let alone me!
Miles gets an insanely thorough checkup every year—even his hair gets analyzed. I’m his mom, how could I not know if my kid’s healthy?
Sure, Miles isn’t as tough as Ethan, but compared to other kids his age, he’s way stronger!
In the past four years, Miles has only had a fever once and an upset stomach once.
Compared to other kids, he’s ridiculously healthy!
Earl Field really thinks he can trick me with such a weak excuse?
Ha! I’d love to laugh right in his face!
Cici Grant ignored Earl Field and went off to greet the others.
Today’s opening ceremony was so grand—the representatives from all the countries at the cultural exchange looked genuinely proud to be there.
Imperial City has always been the center of economics, politics, culture, and the military.
Any event held in Imperial City is bound to be top-tier.
Especially since this time, it’s the government hosting.
So the organizers pulled out all the stops—this opening ceremony was as extravagant as the Olympics.
Cici Grant waved hello to Mrs. Mo from afar, then went to mingle with the other guests.
This really wasn’t the time or place for personal business.
Cici Grant’s killer language skills made Saint Diana Academy stand out among the top universities.
Mr. Yun is the best advertisement for Saint Diana Academy—a few words from him and people flocked to him for advice.
The performances kept going on stage, while everyone below kept chatting and networking.
That’s when Jiro Hirayama came back.
Even in such a formal setting, he was still wearing a dark gray hoodie and white sneakers.
Cici Grant noticed Jiro Hirayama looked a little weird, so she couldn’t help asking, "What’s up? How’d your talk with that science nut go?"
Jiro Hirayama gave Cici Grant a strange look. "Can I get a sample of Miles’s blood?"
Before Cici Grant could freak out, Jiro Hirayama added, "There’s definitely something up with the Field Family’s blood."