I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

"Ah-Shu, I'm sorry."

Sato Wakaba sat in front of the mirror, combing her beautiful long blonde hair.

She was apologizing to Sakurai Itsuki, who was waiting behind her.

Sakurai Itsuki, who was scrolling through short videos, looked up and asked, "What naughty thing have you done now?"

She wore a pretty floral dress today, and also had some European-style accessories hanging from her ears.

She was still carefully applying makeup in front of the mirror: "This trip was supposed to be your graduation trip, but you didn't really have much fun."

During his time in England, Sakurai Itsuki spent most of his time at Sato's house.

We would go out together every day to have some fun and take a walk.

The area where you can move around is basically within central London, which is rather boring for a trip.

Others might not know Sakurai Itsuki, but she knew all too well what Sakurai Itsuki's daily routine was like throughout the year.

Sakurai Itsuki has very few days off throughout the year.

It's rare for me to squeeze out this much time, but I end up wasting most of it at home.
Sato Wakaba also realized that she had been a bit selfish.

"No, actually I prefer it this way. Running around everywhere is exhausting. Don't you know me? I'm the kind of person who likes to lie down and rest properly when I'm resting."

Sakurai Itsuki was trying to comfort Sato Wakaba, but he was also telling the truth.

He has never been the type of person who likes to squeeze through crowds like a special forces soldier whenever he has a holiday.

During my time in the UK, I spent my days chatting, playing with the kids, and wandering around without any particular plans, which was quite comfortable.

"Get some rest. Why were you chatting with Yuki until late at night?"

Sato Wakaba muttered softly upon hearing this.

Sakurai Itsuki didn't hear her clearly and asked, "What did you say?"

Sato Wakaba grinned, showing her white teeth. "I have to say, you really do look like an old man!"

Sakurai Itsuki shrugged: "Didn't you already know that on the first day we moved in together?"

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba rested her chin on her hand and sighed, "Ah, time flies so fast. It's time to go back to Tokyo again. I really don't want to leave."

Sakurai Itsuki retorted, "Didn't you hate London? Women really can't keep their mouths shut."

Sato Wakaba muttered under her breath, "Ah, you don't know me well enough, you idiot!"

What I'm reluctant to leave behind is certainly not this city that's always gloomy and rainy.

Her gentle and virtuous mother, her loving father, always followed her around calling her "little sister," and...
You're always by my side.

Even if the sky is always overcast, it doesn't matter, because every day is filled with joy and happiness.

Faced with Sato Wakaba's condemnation, Sakurai Itsuki resorted to despicable moral blackmail.

"Although I'm not very smart, I've tried my best. I even traveled across the ocean to your house just to get to know you. This is my precious graduation vacation, a once-in-a-lifetime event, and you still scold me? How can you be like this?"

Hearing Sakurai Itsuki's deliberately affected voice, Sato Wakaba looked disgusted: "Didn't you just say you like this kind of trip? You're such a green tea b*tch, who taught you that?"

Sakurai Itsuki thought to himself, "If I tell you who I learned it from, you'll be unhappy again."

"Alright, it's almost time. Don't you always say I dawdle? Isn't it taking a little too long today?"

Sakurai Itsuki leaned against the door, glanced at the time, and urged Sato Wakaba, who had been sitting in front of the dressing table for a long time, to hurry up.

Mingming always bounces faster than anyone else when she goes out.

She even tidied up faster than a man like me.

"Hmph, you're meeting your uncle, so why don't I dress up nicely to make you look good?"

Sato Wakaba pouted, clearly dissatisfied.

Besides the Sato family in London, Sakurai Itsuki's distant uncle, who is also their current landlord, is also in the UK.

Although that uncle was always elusive and an extremely unreliable person, the two of them had indeed received his kindness.

Therefore, since we're in England, we should still meet up.

This is also why Sato Wakaba is dressing up so carefully.

Everyone has met Sakurai's sister, but only I know her uncle!
You should leverage your strengths and try to make a good impression on him.

Sakurai Itsuki thought to himself, "You dressed up to make me look good?"

Why are you talking like I'm taking a little wife back to my hometown to show off to my fellow villagers?
However, to avoid being taken advantage of and rejected, Sakurai Itsuki did not continue the topic.

He said, "It's not like we haven't met before. Didn't you two meet when you were very young?"

Sato Wakaba cursed again, "Idiot! Big idiot! That's not the same!"

When we met before, Uncle Sakurai was just Uncle Sakurai, a friend of my dad who was unreliable.

But things are different now; he's family! Of course you should dress up nicely.

"Never mind, do I look good like this?"

Sato Wakaba looked at herself in the mirror and felt that there was really no way to optimize it any further, so she finally turned back.

She blinked her delicate light blue eyes at Sakurai Itsuki, her long, pale gold eyelashes fluttering.

With her fair skin and striking features, she rarely wears a floral dress, making her look like an elf from an otherworldly adventure story.

"What do you think? This dress isn't what I expected. Is it too flashy? Would something more understated be better?"

Sato Wakaba blinked again, then covered her exposed white chest.

It's clearly a floral dress that leans more towards a fresh, pastoral style, but because of the high puffed-up part, it adds an extremely eye-catching "visual effect" to the fresh look.

This made Sato Wakaba a little shy. In the end, her thinking was more Eastern and more conservative.

In particular, today was the day he planned to meet his elders.

Sakurai Itsuki, however, thought it wasn't bad: "It's so-so. Who told you to rush me to the amusement park yesterday without even trying it yourself?"

"You were the one who said this dress was pretty, so I bought it!"

"Sato Wakaba said."

Yesterday, when I dragged him to the mall, he said that compared to Hase Hatsuna's exaggerated Lolita dresses, this kind of pure and innocent dress was prettier.

Since he said he liked it, and I was going to buy it anyway, why bother trying it on?
However, I really didn't expect that the neckline of the dress would be so low when I wore it on the mannequin, but it would have this effect on me.

Sometimes, having large breasts can be a source of frustration.
"Can't you have some opinions of your own? You usually just talk to me and do whatever I want, right?"

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"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. It looks great, it's beautiful, no problem. I think it looks great, and besides, it's not showing anything. It's still considered quite conservative in Europe."

Sakurai Itsuki only pretends to be stupid occasionally; he's not really stupid.

He knew, of course, that no matter what the question was, the answer should be to praise him.

I've just gotten used to teasing that little girl Nanoha lately, so I wanted to tease this big doll too.

Seeing the young girl in front of him puffing out her cheeks, her face full of dissatisfaction, he quickly offered her a few words of praise.

"Hmph, let's go!"

Sato Wakaba's temper flared up quickly but subsided even faster. After letting out a soft snort, she turned her back and put the pure white straw hat on her head.

When she turned around, a bright smile spread across her face.

He looked just like a veteran Sichuan opera artist who had studied face-changing for many years.

Inside a private room at an upscale restaurant in London.

Although Britain is often called a culinary desert, with only fish and chips, London actually has a pretty good food scene.

Because London boasts the most Michelin-starred restaurants in the world, and its French and Japanese cuisines are all exceptional. "Long time no see," Sakurai Itsuki greeted the nearly forty-year-old, still-single man as she entered the private room.

"Hello, Uncle! It's been a long time!"

Sato Wakaba called out in a crisp, affectionate voice, her sweetness bordering on the cloying.

Sakurai Itsuki, who was already used to her loud voice, couldn't help but twitch his lips and almost got goosebumps.

No, why are you wearing it?

Uncle Sakurai's words immediately made Wakaba Sato blush: "Oh, the young couple is here. When are you planning to get married?"

Sato Wakaba, who had just been trying to adopt a high-pitched voice to project a virtuous image, immediately froze: "Uh-huh."

Normally, she would definitely vehemently refute this flawed assessment of their relationship.

But she had already decided to leave a good impression on his elders and didn't want to contradict the relationship in front of her family.

After all, Sakurai Itsuki never denied the ambiguous relationship with him at home.

He didn't even object when Nanoha called him brother-in-law.

Sakurai Itsuki was somewhat surprised to see Sato Wakaba stammering and unable to speak for a long time, looking at him with pleading eyes.

Is this still the same social terrorist?

However, right now, I don't feel like criticizing her unusual behavior.

He quickly punched his uncle on the shoulder: "Can't you read people? No wonder you're still single at forty. I think your life is over."

Uncle Sakurai immediately burst into laughter.

He was the kind of elder who loved spending time with children since he was a child, so there was no awkwardness between the two of them, like that between a senior and junior.

"There's nothing I can do, I'm destined not to be as amazing as my older brother! Speaking of which, you have the air of an older brother, you look like you have a lot of girls."

Uncle Sakurai propped his chin on his hand and made a joke.

Sakurai Itsuki sat down abruptly, poured himself some lemonade, and said, "You're really finished. Are you trying to jump right into my sensitive spots with your first words? Who would like someone like you?"

"Excuse me." Seeing this, Sato Wakaba quickly sat down next to her.

Uncle Sakurai, however, didn't seem to care: "You're an adult now, why would you care about that kind of thing? Don't you get along well with Mitsuki?"

As Sakurai Itsuki poured water into Sato Wakaba's glass, he said, "I haven't cared about it for a long time. I just wanted to be sarcastic."

Uncle Sakurai threatened, "That's going too far! I'll raise your rent!"

Sakurai Itsuki, of course, wasn't buying it: "Then we'll just move out."

Uncle Sakurai said, "Then please spare me. If the house is left empty, all the miscellaneous fees and taxes for a house in Japan every year will give me a real headache. By the way, you're quite wealthy now, right? Why don't you buy it as your wedding home? You two are both fine."

Sato Wakaba blushed deeply: "Uncle, can we not continue this topic?"

How did we get onto the topic of wedding rooms? This is getting more and more outrageous.

Sakurai Itsuki thought about it seriously for a while and said, "Buy it? That's not a bad idea."

Sato Wakaba's protests seemed to be completely ignored by the two men.

Instead of getting angry, she turned to look at Sakurai Itsuki, her heart pounding wildly.

Is he really thinking about this question?

Wedding Room
No, it wasn't said that it would be used as a wedding home. I can't overthink it, or I'll cause some embarrassing trouble later.

Sato Wakaba quickly picked up her cup and took a big gulp of water to suppress her chaotic emotions.

"Right, right? That house is really nice, isn't it? And isn't it very meaningful to you two? By the way, shouldn't you give me a big red envelope for your wedding? I'm the matchmaker for you two."

Uncle Sakurai stretched out his hand and directly asked Sakurai Itsuki for a red envelope.

Sakurai Itsuki flatly refused: "I'm sorry, but I don't have any plans to get married yet. Besides, as an uncle, isn't it a bit too shameless of me to ask a nephew who has been kicked out of the family for a red envelope?"

Uncle Sakurai said, "I'm risking my life to play matchmaker. Do you know that her father almost attacked me with a knife after he found out you kidnapped her daughter?"

"Ah, that's what I expected. He didn't want to see you today either."

Sakurai Itsuki nodded. Sato's father was also supposed to be off today, but he refused to come see his friend who had gotten him into such a mess.

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba, who had just put down her water glass, thought to herself, "What do you mean I've been kidnapped by him?"

However, she hesitated for a moment, then finally picked up her water glass and took a big gulp.

Uncle Sakurai asked, "Alright, let's get down to business. When are you planning to reconcile with that stubborn old man, my brother? For your sake, you should let it go. She's very concerned about this kind of thing."

“No, that’s not it,” Sato Wakaba tried to argue.

But before she could properly clarify, Uncle Sakurai took out his phone and handed it to Sakurai Itsuki.

“This is a record of my communication with him. There are many things we talked about on the phone. You know, older men like him aren’t very good at using social media.”

"Go ahead and look through it yourself. Oh, by the way, don't look through my photos and videos, there's something dirty in there. You know I'm single."

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba could only shut her mouth again.

Sakurai Itsuki took the phone and looked through the chat history.

In the chat history, the old-fashioned father was still the same; his sentences never exceeded two digits.

The wording was completely devoid of emotion, and the writing was stiff and awkward.

They were all just impersonal responses like, "I've transferred some money to you," "Remember to let me know if anything happens," "Okay," "Alright," "Fine," and "Don't tell him about this."

However, judging from the dates, I ask him about his recent situation almost every few days.

Uncle Sakurai mentioned many times in his notes that he rarely contacts him now and doesn't know much about his current situation, but he is earning a lot now and is independent, so there's nothing to worry about.

The father would always reply with "I know".

However, every few days they would still ask again: "Has that brat contacted you recently?"

Sakurai Itsuki silently scrolled through the messages, while Sato Wakaba, blushing, leaned over and rested her head on her shoulder to look at the chat history with her.

I scrolled all the way to the very top of the record.

From the very first day he left home for Tokyo, his father had been secretly watching over him.

"See? I told you, your dad still cares about you, doesn't he?"

Sato Wakaba said softly, "I think you should go back and take a look."

“Yes, I know.” Sakurai Itsuki nodded.

Without saying a word, Uncle Sakurai started eating, saying as he ate, "That's right, that's right. Look, the young wife wants to go back to see her father-in-law. Even if you don't care about that old man, you still have to love your wife, right? You have to listen to her opinions, right?"

Sato Wakaba: "Uncle, that..."

Uncle Sakurai always interrupts at this point: "By the way, do you know what happened back then? The reason why he remarried immediately after your mother passed away."

"Since you say that, then I must have been kept in the dark?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"My older brother forbade me to tell you, but I've thought about it. I can't tell you, but I can tell Ruoye! However, as the matchmaker, you have to give me a red envelope!"

"Uncle, we're not actually in that kind of relationship," Sato Wakaba finally clarified the topic.

Sakurai Itsuki ignored her and readily agreed: "Okay, I'll give you the biggest dowry when we get married. Now you can tell me, right?"

"Eh?!"

Sato Wakaba was stunned.

Does this mean he's saying he'll marry her?

At this point, it's really impossible not to overthink it, isn't it? (End of Chapter)