He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

Be a little impulsive.

If you don't even have the courage to take the first step, how can anything else happen?

A high school student with dyed red hair mustered his courage, steeled himself, and stood up.

Bang! ! !

He used too much force, causing the table and chairs to shake. He quickly caught the chair that was about to fall, but the coffee cup on the table wobbled and tipped over. The dark brown liquid flowed over the white surface, giving off a bitter taste.

It’s over.

I've made a fool of myself; it's bound to be seen.

He nervously cast what he thought was a discreet glance at the girl by the window, then felt a surge of joy. She remained quietly gazing out the window, as if everything around her was just insignificant dust, failing to attract her attention in the slightest.

Even so, he wasn't in her eyes.

But if the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain!

As long as you walk right up to her, you'll definitely be noticed!

In that fleeting glance, those pure, amethyst-like eyes, that gaze as clear as a snow-capped mountain spring, yet clearly containing a hint of tenderness… Ah…

How captivating it is!

If only I could catch her eye, if only I could be captivated by those enchanting gazes…

His life would be complete without regrets.

The boy, full of anticipation for the unknown, took his first step forward. With a slight creak, a middle-aged man in an expensive custom-made green suit entered the café. He glanced around the café, his eyes immediately fixing on a certain spot, and he quickly walked towards it.

Its speed was many times faster than that of the boy.

The gazes that had been almost entirely focused on the rude intruder in the café were immediately divided in half. But after only a brief glance, they had to admit with dismay that this well-mannered scoundrel with his straight posture and gold-rimmed glasses did indeed look much more respectable than they did.

He was even more of a match for that ethereal young woman.

Sure enough, the rich always marry the rich. These lowly commoners are already lucky to even see them. They shouldn't be thinking about toads eating swans all the time.

You'd better hurry home, hide under the covers, and log onto FANZA to see if there are any discounts or promotions!

But that's true. With all sorts of emotions and secret expectations, everyone remained seated, sipping their coffee for who knows how long, while watching the man finally walk up to the girl.

His eyes were filled with undisguised deep love, but upon closer inspection, they seemed to contain a trace of pain.

He looked at the girl who was still gazing out the window with her chin in her hand, opened his mouth, and wanted to use all the words in the world to express his burning feelings sincerely and accurately.

But in the end, no sound was made.

After what kind of struggle he went through, he finally bent his straight back towards the girl and said softly, "The car is ready, let's go, Miss Kiyoko."

Kiyoko sighed softly, a hint of sorrow welling up in her eyes.

Have I ever said "I love you" to anyone?

The man trembled and lowered his head even further.

"No."

"Haven't I told you countless times that I don't love you, and I can't love you?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you come here? Go home, your wife is waiting for you."

Some onlookers saw a deep pain well up on the man's face, and even his heart seemed to clench, but he still spoke softly and gently.

"Because I'm willing."

"Ugh……"

A mournful sigh stirred ripples in the hearts of countless people. Kiyoko Yukimatsu finally turned around and looked at the man. There was a trace of sorrow in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, turning into the previous indifference, even more intense than before.

If the man hadn't happened to look up at that moment, he would have definitely missed it;

If he weren't certain that Kiyoko also loved him deeply, he would have suspected that it was just an illusion.

I'm sorry, Kiyoko, I've let you down.

But it won't be long.

I swear to you, I will get a divorce and I will marry you!

"What do I need to do to make you leave?"

The man did not answer, but slowly straightened his body, which undoubtedly revealed his attitude.

So, Kiyoko looked behind him at the boy who had been standing there in the cafe's corridor for a long time, like a rotten wooden stake. She smiled and showed a smile she hadn't seen since she entered the cafe, and stretched out her phone.

"Can I have your phone number?"

thump! ! !

His heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of his chest, and he hopped like a rabbit to its owner who had poured it over him. An indescribable, overwhelming joy descended upon him, and the boy felt a dizzying rush to his head.

He had seen everything that had happened, and his reason kept reminding him that this was just her way of getting rid of that man.

But!

Rationality is completely irrelevant!

Whatever the reason, he finally moved even a tiny bit closer to her!

Envy, jealousy, and even hatred—a complex mix of hormones—instantly enveloped the entire café. And among those watching Kiyoko Yukimatsu's slender figure as she left with the man, there were even a few eyes filled with murderous intent.

Of course, the boy who got the number was the most popular.

What was he thinking?

Two hours later, when Ying Sheng, reclining on the soft, dark red sofa, heard this amusing story from the person in his arms, he simply smiled.

"Congratulations, you've gained another 'Chang Gui' (a type of ghost in Chinese mythology)."

Chapter 57 The Truth About Everything!

"It's not that simple. As Ying Sheng-kun knows, feelings need to be carefully nurtured. Right now, it can only be considered a seed at most," Yukimatsu Kiyoko sighed softly.

"Besides, even if someone like him obeys my every word, what can he actually accomplish?"

She lay on her side in Ying Sheng's arms, her fingertips gently drawing circles on his open chest. Her pale pink nails shimmered with an alluring luster, and each touch was as soft as a feather, bringing waves of gentle tingling.

She slightly raised her head, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, and her bright eyes were full of tenderness and longing.

"I have never seen a man like you."

Ying Sheng smiled slightly, gently combing her hair with his right hand, picking up a few strands and sniffing them. It was the faint fragrance of wisteria.

He held her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his very bones. Their chests rose and fell with each other's breaths, and their heartbeats seemed to merge into one at that moment.

He lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, "Do you know, I sensed your feelings."

Kiyoko's seemingly delicate and boneless body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, a hazy mist slowly rising in her eyes. She gently raised her jade-like hand and stroked Hotaru's cheek.

"Because I love you."

Ying Sheng smiled slightly and gently bit her delicate and lovely red jade-like earlobe before pulling away.

"I've also sensed that."

[Killing Intent +1]

[Love +1]

Kiyoko withdrew her hand and gave Hotaru a push on the chest, standing gracefully on the snow-white cashmere carpet. She covered her earlobes, her face flushed, and asked, "Is this my punishment?"

"No, it's teasing."

Ying Sheng got up from the sofa, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and the black silk bathrobe sealed her white jade-like chest.

He walked to the heavy, curtain-like red curtains, raised his hand and pulled them open. Dazzling sunlight flooded into the dim room. He pushed open the arched garden window, and the fresh air from the garden below swept away all the ambiance, bringing with it a wisp of grass and tree fragrance.

"What happened between you and Chiyoko's house is indeed quite interesting, but that would be underestimating you. Let's leave it at that, Miss Cleopatra."

He smiled slightly: "Besides, what I did before was indeed extremely bad in your eyes, so what right do I have to blame you? Even if the ending is terrible, it is only my own fault."

In fact, if you hadn't lost your temper, tonight I would have been completely captivated by you, begging for your forgiveness, after all, I only have seventeen hours left to live.

"Hmm, people don't believe it at all."

Kiyoko gently hooked her bare feet back, her hands hanging down slightly, and caught the white robe that Kiyoko had taken off earlier, gently covering her body with it.

"Hotaru-kun must know, right? He also struggled desperately, but that detective was really amazing and saw through almost all of my methods. I've now had them misled to Tokyo Bay, but it's hard to say how long that will last."

"I do not know."

"Hmm... alright, it's a little late, but an apology should be sincere, otherwise people will dislike me. Besides, after all, I've been grateful for Hotaru-kun's kindness, that email..."

Ying Sheng interrupted with a smile: "Qingzi, please don't die, I can't live without you."

Kiyoko paused for half a second, then smiled sweetly, walked to the window, and tightly wrapped her arms around Hotaru's lower back.

"No, absolutely not."

Ying Sheng: "I will not apologize to you, nor will I expect your forgiveness. But please allow me to shamelessly say that this will not happen again."

It's not out of unreliable emotion, but because facts have proven that doing so is futile.

"It was my own incompetence that I didn't see through your scheme sooner. As long as you don't blame me, that's enough."

Ying Sheng smiled and said, "Qingzi, you are unique. You don't need to lower yourself like that. I did those things not to find a vassal for myself. It was just an experiment. Once it's over, it's over. There's nothing more to it."

Kiyoko pursed her lips slightly: "I know that too."

Ying Sheng: "Not only do I know, but I believe you can do it too. Of course, if you can't, it's my problem. I just hope that one day when you choose to leave or kill me, you can say goodbye to me."

Don't say goodbye forever. On Yomotsu Hirasaka, beneath the shadow of the wisteria blossoms, we will meet again.

Kiyoko remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

"Yingsheng-jun".

"Ok?"

"When did your scheming begin?"