The premise of breaking up in Tokyo

Mikoto looked at Katsuhiko, blinked, and asked, "Where are we going?"

Katsuhiko pointed to Chinatsu, who was crouching under the cashier and peeking out, and said, "Get her out of here and take her to her karate class first."

Originally, I was supposed to take Chinatsu to the training class at nine o'clock in the morning. Although I could have had Mikoto take her there, Katsuhiko wanted to ask Yuma about her family's gang, so it was delayed until now.

"I'm not going, I'm not going..."

Chinatsu yelled and ran towards the storeroom. Mikoto took three steps forward, grabbed her slender arm, lifted her up, and held her hand in front of Chinatsu's eyes, saying, "Are you going or not?"

Qianxia stiffened, remained silent, and turned her face away as if to avoid a confrontation.

It takes about ten minutes to walk from the convenience store to the training class.

Mikoto was worried that Chinatsu might suddenly run away, so she held onto her and followed half a step behind Katsuhiko.

Katsuhiko turned around, frowned, and immediately pulled Chinatsu into his arms. Then, he freed one hand and put it around Mikoto's waist, saying, "Are you still being so distant?"

Mikoto subconsciously turned her head to look back, but she was already more than 20 meters away from the convenience store, so she probably couldn't see it anymore...

"No, it's just..." Mikoto couldn't quite describe her emotions, but felt an inexplicable pressure. After thinking for a moment, she whispered, "It's okay, I'll handle it."

"What an understanding and kind wife." Katsuhiko stroked her waist and hips, patting her gently. "You can't handle things alone. I'll give you a surprise when we get home."

Go home to get the family register transcript, then go to Ota Ward together to change Nakamura Mikoto's name to Takenaka Mikoto. I bet this kind of adjustment will drive her crazy.

"Thank you then~" Mikoto was quite easygoing, forcing a relaxed smile, "This is fine too."

During the holidays, there weren't many students at the school. Only the sports fields, playgrounds, and gymnasiums were crowded, and most of them were residents from the neighborhood.

As soon as Katsuhiko put Chinatsu down at the gymnasium entrance, she perked up happily and dashed into the training room. She was probably thinking of the good friend she'd just made yesterday…

A moment later, Yuma Kamisaki came out of the training room.

She was still wearing a white karate uniform with a black belt around her waist. Although her bust wasn't particularly prominent, it still showed off her curves. What was most eye-catching was her long legs.

She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, her steps steady and even, her high ponytail looking like it had been treated with hair wax, and her face still expressionless.

Katsuhiko tilted his head and whispered to Mikoto, "She's the young lady of the 21 families who are collecting debts, her name is Yuma Kanzaki."

Mikoto blinked and nodded.

"Mr. Takenaka, Mrs. Takenaka," Yuma Kanzaki bowed slightly to them, then said, "Please don't be late anymore. It's very important for cultivating a child's willpower and sense of time. Please!"

Mikoto pursed her lips slightly, acknowledging the identity she had been given, and bowed to Yuma Kanzaki, saying, "Department Head Kanzaki, I'm so sorry, we won't be late again in the future."

Kanzaki Yuma nodded, glanced at Katsuhiko, and turned to leave.

"Ms. Kanzaki, please wait a moment," Katsuhiko gestured to the reception room, "Would it be convenient for us to talk there?"

With a stern face, Yuma Kanzaki asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Mr. Tanaka spoke with me last night about some business collaborations. I'd like to understand more comprehensively about Group 21. If possible, could you contact your father...?"

"They've disbanded!" Kazaki Yuma's face suddenly turned ugly. She tossed her ponytail, turned, and left. "What kind of father is he... bastard! He can spend the rest of his life in prison..."

She seemed very resentful... was it because of the debt?

Mikoto looked up at her in astonishment.

Katsuhiko shrugged and said, "Let's go home."

It's okay if Yuma Kanzaki doesn't want to talk about it. Yumi Kanzaki seems easy to talk to, a pretty carefree girl. We can talk about it when we go for a ride together.

As for Tanaka Yutaka, it's safe to say he's incredibly proud and stubborn... What comes out of his mouth is probably all about prosperity and peace, right? He's quite a strong-willed guy; when he's taking notes, he writes the most carefully and in detail.

Since Group 21 is now defunct, if I'm not mistaken, the debt contract of Mikoto's ex-husband should be in the hands of Hiroji Sato. He's eyeing Mikoto's property, and Group 21 is just his henchman.

From this perspective, the biggest uncertainty actually lies with Hiroji Sato. He is more difficult to deal with than Group 21, after all, he is a mid-level manager in a bank, cloaked in a legal guise.

Of course, since he's cloaked in the guise of law, he generally wouldn't risk stripping off his clothes unless absolutely necessary.

Therefore, his various tactics are predictable and unlikely to result in any major surprises. After all, anyone can wear the cloak of law, and it's all about give and take, responding to each move as it comes...

Katsuhiko, with his arm around Mikoto's waist, walked along the pedestrian street leading to Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, lost in thought.

Mikoto seemed to enjoy the stroll-like atmosphere, and she put her arm around Katsuhiko's waist, tilted her head against his chest, and walked forward in sync with his steps.

Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

As soon as she stood at the gate, Mikoto quickly opened the door, pushed Katsuhiko inside, locked the door, and in the blink of an eye, grabbed Katsuhiko by the collar, then jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Katsuhiko was taken aback and quickly supported her soft, round buttocks. Before he could ask what was wrong, Mikoto leaned close to Katsuhiko's ear and breathed hot air as she said, "I think I'm jealous. Please help me calm down..."

Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Please don't speak," Mikoto quickly covered his mouth, her eyes slightly red, and whispered, "I'll adjust. Actually, this is really good. I'm very content."

Katsuhiko removed her hand and said, "I think you're just dissatisfied..."

Before Katsuhiko could finish speaking, Mikoto silenced him with a kiss.

Last night, when Sheng Yan suddenly announced that he wanted to register his marriage with Xiao Baihe, she immediately realized that she had overestimated her own openness.

I am well aware of my situation: the past few days with Katsuhiko have been too relaxing and enjoyable, which makes me dissatisfied, but I cannot be dissatisfied.

After all, she and Sayuri were not on the same level. If only I had met him earlier...

The moment they entered, they started tearing clothes and kicking with their shoes...

Although Mikoto was in high spirits and her movements were exaggerated, there was always an unyielding sadness in her eyes. She pressed her curled-up legs, closed her eyes slightly, and murmured with her head tilted back, "Where were you before... Why didn't you come sooner... I'm so sad... I envy Sayuri so much..."

She was clearly venting her pent-up grievances, giving off a sense of wanting to travel back in time.

"This is just the right time," Sheng Yan said, supporting her slender waist as he worried she might fall. "If it had been any earlier, you would have been incredibly jealous, and even if we had gotten together, we would have broken up."

Mikoto seemed lost in grief, still talking to herself, swaying her body, shaking her head and ignoring her, her hair flying wildly, a tear sliding from the corner of her eye and flying away.

In this situation, Sheng Yan seems to have become a tool for venting his emotions, which makes him feel somewhat helpless.

Originally, it should be a joyful experience for both parties when feelings run deep, and one should enjoy it wholeheartedly. If one does this with other emotions in mind, it is impossible to achieve relaxation of mind and body. Negative emotions will accumulate and harm physical and mental health.

Of course, Mikoto's feelings are understandable; she simply feels powerless and saddened by the unchangeable situation and unconsciously expresses her innermost thoughts.

She was a good woman who was easily satisfied, but unfortunately she met a dissolute and unrestrained man.

Katsuhiko couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for Mikoto. He knew he couldn't let her remain in this state, as it would harm her physical and mental health.

Katsuhiko immediately sat up, wrapped his arms around Mikoto's smooth back, and pulled her into his embrace, preventing her from moving. Then, he leaned down slightly and whispered in her ear, "Mikoto-chan, let's get married!"

Mikoto froze, her eyes wide with tears, staring blankly at Katsuhiko.

"We'll go to the Ota Ward Office later. You bring your household registration copy and we'll submit the marriage documents together."

Sheng Yan had already prepared the materials, since he had just registered with Xiao Baihe that morning.

Mikoto's rosy lips parted slightly, and with a trembling voice, she said, "Are you... are you kidding me?"

"I never joke about this kind of thing, it's all for real," Katsuhiko said calmly. "You're amazing, I'm very satisfied, and I'm going to marry you, no problem."

"Cocoa..." Mikoto stammered, "Cocoa... Little... Little Lily, what... what do we do? You, you didn't register your marriage with her?"

"The materials have been submitted. We'll just wait until after the holiday to pick up the new household registration, Fujimoto," Katsuhiko said, brushing away the fine strands of hair that were stuck to her pink cheeks with sweat. He continued, "But it won't stop us from registering again."

"Coco...this...this is illegal, isn't it..."

"Each district's marriage system is independent and not connected to the network. As long as you don't report it, no one will care."

A certain expert in a certain place did it this way, and things went peacefully for many years...

"I...I've been reported, what should I do?"

Mikoto was still in disbelief when she instinctively followed Katsuhiko's answer and asked him questions.

"It'll just be a fine and the marriage will be declared invalid. I'll see how you behave then, whether I keep you or someone else."

"Huh?" Mikoto's jaw seemed to dislocate, and she stared in disbelief.

"However, as long as we're not prosecuted, it's legal. Chinatsu-chan has changed her name to Takenaka Chinatsu, and you've changed your name to Takenaka Mikoto. You're the Takenaka Mrs. recognized by the ward office, so you don't need to pretend anymore. How about that, are you surprised?"

Mikoto opened her mouth and gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing.

Even so, it seemed unable to calm her down. Her wide eyes gradually became unfocused, and her pupils slowly moved upwards, beginning to roll back.

"I'm proposing to you," Katsuhiko said, placing his hands under Mikoto's armpits and lifting her up slightly before squatting down in front of her. "You're not going to reject me, are you?"

"I...I~~" Mikoto suddenly threw her head back and straightened her chest, her neck glistening with sweat, and cried out in a tearful voice, "Oh no~~Oh no~~Ugh..."

Sure enough, no matter what you do, you can't feel at ease if you have something weighing on your mind.

But now things are much better. The melancholy that had been weighing on Mikoto's heart burst forth with a sudden burst of joy.

Although Mikoto wanted to express her joy, it was already 2 p.m., and if she delayed any longer, she wouldn't be able to get to the Ota Ward Office in time to submit the marriage registration documents.

Of course, at this time, although Mikoto was full of energy and her eyes were bright, her lack of physical strength made her somewhat frustrated.

Sheng Yan went into the living room and poured her a glass of water.

Mikoto remained lying on the wet mattress, her eyes darting around, and said, "Actually, I'm much better now. What I said earlier doesn't need to be taken... There's no need to give so much... I'll be ungrateful..."

Even as she said this, she couldn't hide the expectation in her tone, which was also filled with an irrepressible coquettishness.

Her hand, resting on her fair thigh, was so tight it almost soaked the sheets, revealing her nervousness, as if she was afraid Sheng Yan would forget.

"It's okay, when you're not satisfied, we'll get a divorce." Sheng Yan sat on the mattress with a water glass in his hand, put his arm around her still warm and smooth back, and helped her sit up. "You'll only get the money, and the children will stay with me."

"All right……"

Mikoto took the water glass from Katsuhiko with both hands. As she drank, her eyelashes fluttered as she glanced at Katsuhiko's face. Perhaps worried that he would see the joy on her face, she covered her flushed cheeks with her hands and asked softly, "Why do we have to register?"

Sheng Yan opened the bedside table drawer, rummaged through the household registration transcript, and said, "You've fallen into the same bad habit as Xiao Baihe, being anxious and indecisive. Let me reassure you."

Of course, it was also a way of binding her under the guise of the law. Although it was mutual, Sheng Yan didn't care. Even if it was eventually exposed and they were divorced, at most it would be a matter of dividing money. How could he possibly lack money in the future? It's all just numbers.

Right now, while there's a legal loophole, we're giving them this wonderful reassurance; in a few years, that opportunity won't be available anymore...

Being a responsible and good man is truly a lot of work.

"After that, will there be other people?"

"We'll see. If we find one we like, we certainly won't let it go."

A person of strong character doesn't suppress their likes or dislikes, nor does they hide their feelings. If they think something is good, they'll say it boldly. Take Kanzaki Yumi, for example; she's quite carefree and doesn't seem to care whether she has children or not...

"All right……"

Katsuhiko turned to him and asked, "Would you get jealous?"

Mikoto looked conflicted and shook her head, saying, "I wouldn't dare..."

"Wife, you're amazing~" Katsuhiko stretched out his index finger, lifted her flushed chin, and said, "Call me husband."

Mikoto's hand holding the transparent water glass trembled slightly. She looked up at Katsuhiko's eyes, which then shifted slightly as she blinked rapidly, glancing repeatedly at Katsuhiko's face.

Her moist lips opened and closed repeatedly, but she kept breathing heavily, as if she was ashamed to speak.

Katsuhiko continued to hold her chin and whistled at her, signaling her to keep going.

"Husband~" Mikoto gasped, quickly put down her water glass, covered her burning forehead with her hands, and couldn't help but secretly observe Katsuhiko's face.

This word seemed to have become unfamiliar to her, and she never thought that one day she would say it to someone again.

"Great job!" Katsuhiko encouraged her, cupping her flushed face in his hands and rubbing it gently. "Get dressed and go to Ota Ward to register."

According to Mikoto's household registration transcript, the head of household is Nakamura Mikoto, and the only family member is Nakamura Chinatsu.