CHAPTER 215: CHAPTER 20: MIGHTY ON THE OUTSIDE, A BIT COWARDLY ON THE INSIDE

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"Erina, should we try the quality first?" Renz whispered, holding up a box of Okamoto 001 ultra-thin condoms. He now recalled what Senzaemon Nakiri had said earlier:

"The God’s Tongue is hereditary." It was a double entendre! Wasn’t he reminding him not to be too diligent with his "public grain" (conjugal duties)?

"Get lost," Erina wished she could kick Renz hard. "The room hasn’t been cleaned, the bedroom isn’t organized, and I’m not feeling great today."

"Pah!"

"The most important question shouldn’t be... why would my grandfather bring this over?!" Erina exclaimed in "fury," the grand image of her grandfather crashing down in her mind.

"This stuff, it’s clear your grandfather meant for me to open it secretly, but he didn’t expect me to be so straightforward and just open it right out in the open," Renz sighed. At first, he genuinely hadn’t realized, thinking it was some kind of food. Who would have thought it was a bag full of condoms? If he had realized it immediately, Renz would have acted like he "understood everything," secretly hidden the Okamoto 001, and only brought it out when needed.

This time, Renz messed up. He shouldn’t have shown Erina what the old man had given him. Renz hadn’t thought that deeply and had simply underestimated the situation.

"As for why he sent this over..." Renz already knew the problem.

"Isn’t it your problem?!" Renz declared righteously.

"My problem?" Erina questioned for a second, racking her brain but finding no fault of her own. This blame couldn’t be placed on her.

"Yes, you shouldn’t have sent Rina away," Renz sighed.

"By sending Rina away, you completely misled your grandfather with your actions."

"When a child is present, shouldn’t we be more reserved?"

Renz prompted.

Erina looked thoughtful. He’s right. If Rina were home, she’d definitely be in the bedroom for convenience. If not in the bedroom, then outside, who knew what might happen? So, if Rina was resting in the bedroom, their private lives as a couple would be severely limited. Erina wasn’t that big-hearted yet.

Thus, reasoning backward, wasn’t Senzaemon Nakiri easily misled? Anyone would be easily misled in such a situation. Why wouldn’t they take care of their own child? If they weren’t taking care of her themselves, there must be some inconvenience. What inconvenience was there when resting at home? When things were busy during the day, couldn’t they entrust her to someone else? There was no need to hand her over to the old man for full-day childcare. He immediately jumped to conclusions.

"I told you, what’s with you competing with a child for affection! Now you’ve gotten yourself into trouble," Renz grumbled.

"I’m not competing with a child for affection!" Erina’s voice noticeably grew louder as she said this, using an increased volume to prove she hadn’t done such a thing.

"Who would compete with Rina for affection?" Erina firmly denied it. "I’m an adult; do I need to compete with a child for affection?"

Damn it, stubborn tsundere. Renz decided not to let it go this time. It was time to break through Erina’s defenses; otherwise, she’d keep acting this way, and family conflicts would escalate. He didn’t want to spend his days resolving the mother-daughter disputes between Rina and Erina.

"Then Rina was doing perfectly fine at our home, so why did you have to send her to her great-grandfather to be looked after? There was no need for that, was there?"

Renz seized this point and strongly argued with Erina.

"Then what does it mean that she doesn’t call me Mama, and after all this time, she only calls you Papa?" As Erina blurted this out, she knew she was in the wrong.

She couldn’t win the argument; she’d lost the moral high ground.

Renz wore a "helpless" expression. "It’s not Rina’s fault that she doesn’t call you Mama. She’s still small and hasn’t learned how to pronounce ’Mama’ yet. You’re angry just because Rina calls me Papa and not Mama. Can’t you be less petty?" Renz exposed her weakness. Seizing the opportunity, he launched a barrage of unyielding attacks.

"That’s not competing for affection; I’m just jealous that Rina is too clingy with you!" Erina adamantly refused to admit she was competing for affection, preferring to say she was jealous of Rina’s closeness to Renz.

"Then what does it mean when Rina calls ’Papa’ and you immediately get upset?" Renz kept poking at Erina’s sore spot. If he didn’t clarify it now, she’d cause trouble again later.

"I said, I’m jealous," Erina insisted.

"Oh, you’re jealous that our daughter calls ’Papa’ but not ’Mama.’ Then shouldn’t you be trying to teach our daughter how to say ’Mama’? Would you think of entrusting Rina to the old man’s care then?" Renz had laid the groundwork for a long time, and this sentence directly hit home, striking deep. "Are you secretly upset that I dote on our daughter?" Renz pressed his advantage, relentless in his victory.

"No way!" Erina was in full retreat by this point, crumbling under the argument. By the end, she didn’t know how to rebut him, stomping her foot, her eyes welling up. Renz had been too blunt in his argument, pushing her too far. Low-EQ communication can quickly kill a conversation. Renz’s words were all cutting, and most importantly, Erina, the tsundere, not only failed in her "competition for affection" but was also misinterpreted by Renz, who said, "You secretly upset that I dote on our daughter." Erina felt a pang of sadness.

These words were clearly a bad example. When talking to a tsundere, never do this. However, sometimes to make things clear, only persistent breaking of their defenses, like Renz did, can make such a tsundere understand. Most importantly, Renz knew how to comfort Erina.

He took a deep breath and, with a headache-inducing tone, said, "Why are you competing with our daughter for affection? What I don’t understand most is that I fell in love with you first, and then we had Rina. Without you, there would be no Rina. Am I going to spend my life with my daughter, or with you?"

"Are you a pig-headed idiot?"

"Taking care of our daughter is a duty, and if I don’t take care of her, wouldn’t it seem like I’m heartless and don’t care about you?"

"Always competing with that little imp Rina."

"Can she compete with you for affection?"

"She already lost at the starting line, okay?"

"Enough, if I say more, you’ll just get upset again. I won’t sleep in your room tonight, so you won’t be unhappy and kick me out of bed."

"Good thing our home doesn’t use a washboard for laundry."

"And Erina is a great lady, so she wouldn’t resort to the vulgar act of hitting someone with a rolling pin."

The more Renz spoke, the more uncertain and fearful he became. Damn it. He had been too emotional just now. It seemed Erina was thoroughly broken by his words. This was bad. Would this violent woman give him a good beating tonight in his sleep?

He quickly tried to find an excuse to back down. I’ve already said all this; surely Erina won’t go off-script and swing a rolling pin at me now. Renz, outwardly majestic, was inwardly miserable. Saying those few words felt good, but whether Erina would accept his explanation was another matter. If this woman was unreasonable, Renz would be helpless.

"I was wrong," Erina said in a very soft voice.

Renz didn’t hear clearly, but he felt Erina was still fuming, so he didn’t dare ask her to repeat it. "Okay then, I’ll sleep in the second bedroom."

Erina reached out. She took Renz’s outstretched hand.

She lowered her head "piteously" and whispered, "This time it’s my fault. Let’s... let’s still sleep together tonight."

"It’s cold."

"One room will be a little warmer."

This was one of the few times in Renz’s life he had seen his great tsundere look so pitiful and vulnerable. Even on Renz’s face, a slight blush appeared as he saw Erina in this state.

Referee, she’s cheating!

He couldn’t even bring himself to scold her anymore. He really wanted to kiss her.

She’s my wife. It should be fine to kiss her proactively now, right? But if I kiss her now, wouldn’t that also be cheating, taking advantage of the situation?

"Um, Erina, can I kiss you?" Renz asked, clearing his throat softly.

"Hm?" Erina was a little puzzled. Renz was her husband; he could kiss her whenever he wanted. Why ask? She tilted her head, pushing back the strands of hair that fluttered across her forehead.

Too, too unfair!

Just now, she was cutely pitiful. Now, she was completely alluring, radiating charm unconsciously.

Honestly, this wasn’t Renz’s fault. He had lost his composure. Even the strongest willpower would struggle against such a mental assault from Erina. If this continued, his moral high ground would also be lost!

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