Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk.

The lightbox at the entrance was lit, and warm light spilled out from the revolving door, casting the shadows of the two people obliquely onto the damp floor tiles.

Upon reaching the eaves, Kiryu Yaya folded his umbrella, gently touching the tip to the ground. Water droplets trickled down the umbrella ribs, gathering into a small puddle at the edge of the steps.

Keiko Miyazawa did not go in immediately.

She simply stood under the eaves, looking at the streets outside shrouded in rain, and gently tucked the damp strands of hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you again today, Kiryu-kun."

Her voice was soft, with a gentle quality unique to rainy nights.

Kiryu Yaya shook his head.

"It's nothing, I was just going that way."

Upon hearing this, Keiko Miyazawa lowered her head and smiled.

"Kiryu-kun is always like this."

"Ok?"

"They've done a lot, but they always talk about it as if it's nothing big."

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the warm light from the hotel entrance, like a layer of light water floating in them.

"It was like this before, and it's like this now."

Kiryu Yaya didn't respond to that, but just stood there quietly, still holding the umbrella that wasn't fully closed.

A breeze blew from the street corner, causing the umbrella to sway slightly.

Keiko Miyazawa looked at him for a few seconds, as if she had finally made up her mind, and spoke softly:

"Kiryu-kun."

"Ah."

"Since my father passed away, I've been overwhelmed with many things, but thankfully Kiryu-kun has been by my side during this time, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

Kiryu Yaya smiled:

"Miyazawa is a very intelligent person. Even without me, you will be able to stand on your own after a while."

Keiko Miyazawa gently shook her head:

"No, I know myself too well. I'm not the kind of person who can carry the whole group."

Keiko Miyazawa's voice was soft, but every word was clear.

She did not lower her head, nor did she avoid his gaze.

She simply stood in the warm yellow light in front of the hotel, letting the night breeze ruffle the stray hairs around her ears.

“When my father was still alive, I thought that all I had to do was study hard and live a normal life. My father would think about the company's affairs, the bank's affairs, and the board's affairs. The adults would handle them.”

"But after my father passed away, I realized that I was not cut out for it at all."

“I’m not decisive or assertive enough. If others talk too fast, I can’t keep up; if there are too many numbers, I get nervous; I’m still afraid of contracts, guarantees, authorizations, and extensions.”

As she said this, she gently bit her lip.

It was as if she had crushed the last bit of hesitation in her heart.

"I kept thinking about this while I was at the bank today."

"If it weren't for Kiryu-kun, I probably would have been led astray by my uncle long ago. I might have already signed that letter of appointment; I might not have even suspected the accounts of Rokko; even if I had, I wouldn't know who to turn to, let alone what to do."

She slowly took half a step forward.

The distance between the two was so close that they were only half an arm's length apart.

Then, she reached out and gently took Kiryu Yaya's hand.

"so……"

Keiko Miyazawa raised her eyes, her gaze unwavering, revealing only the almost frank courage that followed the rainy night.

"Kiryu-kun, from now on..."

"Can you stay by my side forever?"

The wind seemed to suddenly still for a moment.

Kiryu Yaya paused almost imperceptibly.

Chapter 59 Kiryu Seiichiro's Funeral

"Kiryu-kun, from now on..."

"Can you stay by my side forever?"

After she finished speaking, Keiko Miyazawa did not continue.

She just stood there quietly, her eyes gentle yet earnest, as if waiting for an answer.

The wind blew the flags hanging under the eaves, making a soft fluttering sound.

Kiryu Yaya did not speak immediately.

He simply stood there, letting Keiko Miyazawa's hand gently pull him, letting the damp warmth of her body slowly seep through his skin.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't surprised.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted.

A young lady from the Miyazawa family.

A gentle and considerate woman who also has feelings for him.

A conglomerate currently in a succession and power vacuum.

With just a nod, you can gain not only beautiful women, but also wealth, status, and even a chance to rise to the top in one step.

The saying "avoid thirty years of hard work" is really nothing more than this.

But he knew better than anyone what taking that step would mean.

A semi-transparent interface slowly appeared before my eyes.

The Life Choice System has been triggered.

Faced with Keiko Miyazawa's undisguised trust and confession, you've reached a new crossroads in your life.

Option 1: Agree. Take Keiko Miyazawa's hand and say, "Okay, I do."

(Rewards: Bank deposit increased by 500 million; Basic skill "Conglomerate Management"; New life path unlocked: "The Miyazawa Family's Son-in-Law")

Option Two: Firmly refuse. Tell Keiko Miyazawa that you will not enter the Miyazawa family in this way.

(Rewards: Bank deposits increase by 50; Keiko Miyazawa's favorability decreases; Continue the main storyline "The Storm of the Miyazawa Family" as a bank employee)

Given the host's current condition, we strongly recommend choosing option one.

Kiryu Yaya shook his head inwardly.

Just as he thought, even if he accepted Miyazawa Keiko's confession, the difference in status between him and the Miyazawa family was too great.

After marriage, at best he can only be a son-in-law who lives with his wife's family.

Although the Miyazawa Group is facing a power vacuum, he will have a lot of room to make his move after he gets there.

But this unequal status.

He doesn't like it.

Besides, I have other things to do.

However, at this critical juncture, it would be somewhat inappropriate to decisively reject Miyazawa Keiko's confession.

That being the case...

Thinking of this, Kiryu Yaya raised his eyes and quietly looked at Miyazawa Keiko.

She is still waiting.

His eyes were soft, with a hint of unease, but he did not back down.

Finally, Kiryu Yaya slowly raised his hand and gently tucked a strand of her hair, which had been ruffled by the wind, behind her ear.

The movements were very gentle.

Keiko Miyazawa's eyelashes trembled, and her breathing became erratic for a moment.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and courage, like a lamplight trembling gently in the night.

Kiryu Yaya looked down at her, his voice very soft:

"Huizi, I'm so happy to hear you say these things."

There was no refusal.

But that doesn't mean I'm agreeing.

Her hand was still holding his fingers, her palm slowly tightening a little, as if trying to glean more from his vague words.

Kiryu Yaya neither dodged nor took the opportunity to go further.