CHAPTER 866: CHAPTER 725: YES! PRIME MINISTER (11,000 WORDS, GRAND FINALE)

On December 27, 1999, the joint US-Japan cross-century military exercise officially began. The US troops participating in the exercise first assembled in the direction of Kyushu, followed closely by the Land Guard Eastern Division stationed in Saitama Prefecture.

Hokkaido and Kyushu happen to be at the two ends of Japan, so the Northern Division from Hokkaido is the furthest from the exercise location. On the 29th, fifteen thousand participants in the exercise officially embarked to Kyushu.

On the same day, Aoyama Xiu Xin returned to Tokyo from Hokkaido without bringing his sister-in-law and two children.

"Why did you suddenly come back?" Asai Ayumi was surprised when she saw Aoyama Xiu Xin after returning home from work that evening, looking around, "Where are the sister-in-law and the kids?"

"They didn’t come along." Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at Asai Ayumi in her police uniform, her figure voluptuous and captivating, embraced her in his arms, "I missed you, so I came back."

"Saying such mushy words at over thirty years old." Asai Ayumi rolled her eyes at him speechlessly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin kissed her, pulling down her police pants to her knees with one hand, "Being over thirty doesn’t hinder me from being as stiff as in my twenties, naturally it doesn’t stop my sweet talk either."

Asai Ayumi was at an age like a wolf or tiger, with the couple separated in different places, lacking intimacy for long periods. Being teased like this, she already blushed with a rosy hue, breathing hurriedly, her gaze sultry, bending her body accommodatingly to let Aoyama Xiu Xin take the lead, gazing upon his back.

The long-separated couple moved from the living room to the kitchen, then to the bathroom, the balcony, and finally to the bed.

"What’s wrong with you?" After finishing, Asai Ayumi, sweaty and fragrant, asked while holding Aoyama Xiu Xin. She sharply detected that her husband’s mood was off today.

"Nothing." Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head, embracing her tightly and smilingly saying: "You are soon going to be the Prime Minister’s wife, I wanted to taste the flavor of being the Prime Minister’s husband in advance. Hmm, indeed it’s good, very smooth."

"Dreaming before it’s dark." Asai Ayumi tapped his forehead, not taking it seriously, reluctantly asking, "When are you returning to Sapporo?"

"I’ll stay a few more days." Aoyama Xiu Xin replied.

Asai Ayumi smiled happily, giving him a kiss.

The night was destined to be endless, the battle unceasing.

On the morning of the 31st, Aoyama Xiu Xin, who hadn’t entered the kitchen for a long time, unusually woke up early to make breakfast.

"Oh, what happened today, our Governor is personally cooking breakfast for me."

Asai Ayumi approached the dining table, bent down to sniff, exaggeratedly leaning close to Aoyama Xiu Xin and said.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and eat, finish and go to work." Aoyama Xiu Xin patted her face and said.

"Hey, you smudged my makeup." Asai Ayumi complained opening his hand, sat down to eat, praising: "Your skills haven’t faded."

"Last night your skills weren’t rusty either."

After eating and drinking, Asai Ayumi left, "I’m off to work, bye, be good and wait for me at home."

"Hmm, I’ll wait for you to return." Aoyama Xiu Xin stood at the door waving goodbye, watching the vehicle leave before turning back inside, Jin Yucheng followed him carrying a few phones.

Aoyama Xiu Xin shut himself in the study, several phones laid on the table. He sat with legs apart behind the desk, hands crossed, fingers tapping on his hands, eyes deep and calm, gazing forward.

Waiting for the arrival of nightfall began immediately.

Jin Yucheng stood guard outside the door without a step away.

Time passed by minute by minute.

That afternoon, the Northern Division arrived near Saitama Prefecture, reporting to the Defense Hall responsible for the exercise that the troops encountered an unknown flu, hundreds were dizzy and unable to proceed, requesting to temporarily stay at Chaoxia Garrison to observe the situation and requesting dispatch of medical personnel.

Defense Minister Ozawa Hideomi approved the request and sent medical staff to Chaoxia Garrison for treatment.

Deputy Prime Minister Xiao Quanyi reported this incident to the current Prime Minister Yanchuan Shilang, who instructed: if the Northern Division’s flu worsens or spreads widely tomorrow, consider withdrawing them from the exercise, with virus elimination as the priority.

To prevent spreading along the way to Kyushu, which could incapacitate the entire participating army.

At night, neon lights blazed as darkness fell. It was the last day of 1999, soon to usher in a new century, Tokyo’s streets were busy, but no one noticed what changes might occur tonight.

At the Prime Minister’s residence, Yanchuan Shilang sat on the sofa sighing repeatedly, seemingly unable to find comfort in any position.

"Grandpa, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Yanchuan Xianyou, reading a book, noticed this and quickly put down the book, asking worriedly.

Yanchuan Shilang shook his head slowly, frowning: "I don’t know why, my mind just can’t settle, feels like something is about to happen."

"Grandpa, you are just too tired, why not go upstairs and sleep for a while?" Yanchuan Xianyou suggested.

Yanchuan Shilang nodded, "Alright."

Elsewhere, Xiao Quanyi’s secretary was reporting an incident to him, "Aoyama Sosuke tonight invited all Cabinet ministers except you."

"Let them be." Xiao Quanyi replied indifferently while taking off his coat, not paying attention.

The overall situation was set; after tonight he would be Japan’s new Prime Minister, regardless of the Aoyama brothers’ intentions, they could not withstand the overwhelming tide. Hence, he cared not about Aoyama Sosuke’s gatherings with others.

But those invited tonight were very concerned about this.

At this moment, a group of Cabinet Ministers crowded in the living room of Aoyama Sosho’s house seemed a bit cramped. The Minister of Finance, Aoyama Sosho’s direct superior, spoke first: "Mr. Aoyama, calling everyone so late shouldn’t be as simple as having drinks, right?"