Chapter 108

“Just like you said, falling in love is something you can’t control.” Inagawa Hanahi’s eyes held a hint of melancholy: “I like you. When we met for the second time, Kanna told me to leave, but you said you could understand me.”

She was referring to their first meeting, after a seafood buffet, when she waited for Kanna at her doorstep.

When they met, she couldn’t help but hurl insults at him, but Miyuki said she understood her feelings.

Of course, if Scarface were here, he would definitely say that the young lady was talking nonsense.

She clearly fell for Miyuki while eating at the buffet, after seeing her fight. It was love at first sight, and she was just attracted to her good looks.

However, women tend to embellish their memories, and Inagawa Hanabi firmly believes that she only developed feelings for Miyuki after Miyuki said she understood her.

Mi no Shiki did not express his opinion, but just looked at her calmly.

Inagawa Hanahi picked up another glass of wine, took a big gulp, and the alcohol made her cheeks burn and her eyes redden: “I hate my father because he hurt my grandfather, my mother, me, and my sister. He hurt the family members who love him the most. I don’t think he is a hero.”

After she finished speaking, she gulped down another mouthful of wine: “I gave up the Hojo surname and became Inagawa Hanahi because I didn’t want to hurt my grandfather. His only son didn’t approve of him, and his daughter-in-law was a policewoman. As an old man, he was so pitiful. Although he didn’t say anything, I knew it.”

As Inagawa Hanahi spoke, tears welled up in her eyes: “I can’t get close to my mother and sister because my mother is a police officer. If her daughter is in the yakuza, she will be under a lot of pressure, even if she doesn’t say it. After losing her father, being a police officer is the only identity she can remember him by.”

Miyu reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Behind them, Hojo Maki covered her eyes with her hands, so no one could see her expression.

Inagawa Hanahi leaned against Minoki’s chest: “I also want to be pampered in my mother’s arms. I also want to have a normal relationship, with a gentle boyfriend by our side. We can share the TV series we watched the night before, which idol we like, or which ramen is the best.”

As she spoke, she took another sip of wine: “At least, at least someone came up to me and said, ‘Hey, Hua Fei, you’ve been putting on a show all this time.'”

Mi no Shiki didn’t speak, but quietly held her in his arms. Her breasts weren’t large, but with Hanahi’s head resting on them, she still felt like she had found her mother.

She doesn’t usually wear a bra, and after being soaked with tears, it felt cold to the touch.

The two hugged for a long time. Inagawa Hanahi lifted her head from her embrace, wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and resumed her strong expression: “I’m sorry to have shown you my vulnerable side.”

“Okay, I’ll take you back.” Mikoto nodded, not saying much, as if she were just a loyal listener.

“Let me take you,” Inagawa Hanahi shook her head. “You’d better not get involved with the yakuza.”

She had just stood up when she stumbled and leaned against Miyuki.

Miyu put his arm around her shoulder, and the two walked out of the bar and got into her jeep and drove away.

Hojo Maki wiped her eyes twice, got into the white Corolla, and followed the taxi.

At Tokyo University, Shirakawa Natsu told Jingu Nao during her afternoon class that she wanted to have dinner at his house at 6 p.m.

However, she didn’t mention her birthday. If she had told Jingu Nao that it was her birthday today…

Who knows if she’ll strip naked, bandage herself up, and offer herself to him as a gift?

It sounds good, but it’s also quite embarrassing.

“Strange~” Jingu Nao sat on the desk in front of Kimura Momo, her long legs in black stockings swinging in the air: “Natsu must be hiding something from me. He’s not very good at lying. You vixen, what do you think it is?”

Kimura Momo smiled as she wrote her lesson plan in her textbook, her smile gentle: “You really like Shirakawa Natsu.”

“Of course.” Jingu Nao placed her hands on her chest. “We made a promise to visit the place where I was born, to travel to many, many places. He will listen to me for a long, long time.”

“What if there’s another woman in his heart?” Kimura Momo put down her pen, her eyes curving into crescents.

“Human hearts can be filled with love.” Jingu Nao swung her legs, looking happy. “He will also be filled with my love, just as my heart is filled with his. You, you vixen, would never understand. He found his own love, and this feeling will never fade.”

“Investigating everything about him is very easy for you,” Kimura Momo said with a smile. “Perhaps you can use some methods.”

“Hmph, the one who loves him is Jingu Nao.” Jingu Nao pouted, “I will only ever be Jingu Nao.”

After she finished speaking, she jumped off the desk and said, “Stop talking about this. He must be hiding something from me. He invited me to dinner without giving a reason. Today should be his birthday, you vixen. You have his birth date here, right?”

“That’s right, today is his birthday.” Kimura Momo said with a smile without checking the information.

“He’s really bad at lying,” Jingu Nao said smugly. “I need to prepare a gift for him.”

“What gift are you planning to give?” Kimura Momo asked with a smile.

“Hmm~ a gift, huh?” Jingu Nao tilted her head. “How about I take off my clothes, wrap myself in bandages, hide inside a gift box, and offer myself to him? Even I’d be shy~”

Kimura Momo smiled and said, “Is it possible that he didn’t tell you because he was afraid you would give him this kind of gift?”

“That’s true.” Jingu Nao nodded. “It’s better to send something more ordinary.”

After she finished speaking, she took Kimura Momo’s hand and said, “Come on, you vixen, come with me to pick out a cake.”

Downstairs at the apartment building.

The jeep slowly drove into the parking lot, and Miyuki and Inagawa Hanahi got out of the car.

“Let me call you a taxi.” Miyuki flagged down a taxi on the roadside and helped Inagawa Hanahi into the car.

“Mm.” Inagawa Hanahi sat in the back seat, and Miyuki closed the car door for her.

He only turned around after watching the taxi start moving.

The taxi stopped a short distance away the instant she turned around, and Inagawa Hanahi got out of the car.

He lowered his head and walked up to Miyuki: “I didn’t bring any money.”

Miyuki frowned as she looked at the handbag that Miyuki had been carrying.

Inagawa Hanahi opened the bag, inside were two pistols, one large and one small, and some bullets.

Actually, these things are more effective than money. At least if you talk to the driver about paying on credit, he will definitely be happy to do so.

Mi no Shiki said nothing and took out her wallet.

Inagawa Hanahi suddenly opened her arms and hugged her: “I want to go up and do something.”

Miyuki remained silent as she was held in her arms.

“Please,” Inagawa Hanahi’s voice trembled.

Miyu reached out and hugged her.

Behind them, in the alley, Hojo Maki stood quietly watching everything.

On the other side, Jingu Nao and Kimura Momo walked together and stood in front of a row of cake displays.

Her eyes lit up as she looked at the exquisite pastries behind the counter.

Then, pointing to one of the panda-shaped cakes, she said, “Hehe, is this delicious?”

“Of course it’s delicious,” the waiter said with a smile.

Jingu Nao said fiercely, “I’m giving this to my boyfriend for his birthday. If it’s not good, I’ll hate you for the rest of my life.”

The waiter smiled kindly and said, “You must have some magic to make cakes sweet.”

“Hehe, I think so too.” Jingu Nao whispered, “I like Natsu the most.”

At that moment, Shirakawa Natsu was shopping at the supermarket with Hojo Kanna.

“What kind of beef does Mikoto like?” Kanna Hojo asked as she put the meat into the shopping basket.

“Anything is fine, she seems to like them all.” Shirakawa Natsu looked at the shopping cart piled high with various kinds of meat.

There is no doubt that Kanna Hojo really likes Miyuki.

“Sorry, I accidentally took too much.” Kanna Hojo stuck out her tongue.

“Uh, it’s okay, there’s a refrigerator anyway.” Shirakawa Natsumi was uneasy; he had a feeling that something was about to happen.

It wasn’t some kind of mystical phenomenon; he had just sent a message to Miyuki a long time ago, but there had been no reply.

He told Hojo Kanna that Mikoto had been coming home on time every day these past few days.

But no one can guarantee that his good buddy won’t pull a fast one today.

“Let’s hurry back and give Mikoto a surprise when she comes back.” Kanna Hojo said happily as she pushed the shopping basket.

Shirakawa Natsu followed behind her, her mind racing, she had to think of a solution.

Based on the principle that what we fear most is what is most likely to happen, we absolutely cannot take Hojo Kanna back like this today.

Hoping for a lucky break, they pinned their hopes on their brother’s integrity.

He doesn’t remember the concept of brothers having principles.

“Oh, right.” Shirakawa Natsu said to Hojo Kanna, “Jingu Nao should still be waiting for me. I have to go pick her up first. Kanna, wait for me at the supermarket entrance. I’ll bring her with me and then come pick you up.”

That reason is actually utterly ridiculous.

Kanna Hojo hesitated as expected, but she quickly smiled and said, “It’s okay, I can manage with just one taxi. I can carry all this stuff.”

“Okay, that’s all for now. Sorry, Kanna.” Shirakawa Natsumi let out a long sigh of relief. He planned to go back to his apartment first.

This guy isn’t answering the phone. Knowing his brother as he does, he figured this guy was probably out having sex with a woman and wouldn’t be paying attention to his phone.

It would be better if he wasn’t there. I’m just overthinking it. You can’t treat your brothers like walking, talking cannons.

Everything he’s doing now is simply insurance; it’s all about stability.

Just as he was about to turn around, Kanna Hojo’s phone suddenly rang.

She picked up her phone and exclaimed in surprise, “Oh, it’s Mom calling!”

“Uh, what’s there to worry about with Mom’s call?” Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand, confident that she was handling things perfectly and that the melodramatic scene she might encounter in a movie would never happen.

“Oh, right.” Kanna Hojo stuck out her tongue. When she received a call from her mother while cooking for the girl she liked, she was naturally flustered, but it was only because she felt guilty.

She gestured for Shirakawa Natsu to be quiet.