The premise of breaking up in Tokyo

It doesn't take long to get from Shinjuku Ward to Ota Ward; by subway, it takes a maximum of forty minutes.

Mikoto put on that very formal suit again, put on light makeup, and restyled her hair.

However, her complexion was not normal; she looked like a thief committing a crime for the first time.

On their way there, she and Shengyan went into a bookstore and looked up the Marriage Law together, especially the penalties for bigamy.

Not only will there be a huge fine, but she will also be sentenced to two years in prison. In addition to Sheng Yan being sentenced, she will also be sentenced as a person who knew about the incident.

As they got closer to the Ota Ward Office, Mikoto's legs trembled, and she clung to Katsuhiko's arm, her whole body almost leaning against him.

"Honey... I know how you feel. I feel very safe now. Can we not go? Our relationship is fine... There are many couples like us..."

The thought that Sheng Yan would take such a big risk because of her little temper made her feel safe, even though it made her feel quite secure. But if they were exposed, they would both end up in jail...

Is it worth taking such a risk for someone as insignificant as myself?

She realized that she was indeed asking for too much and going too far. He had given her so much, spoiling her to the point of indulging her... How could she repay him? She wished she could meld him into her body and let him know how she felt.

"Don't overthink it, just follow me, and we'll go all the way down this road."

Since I've already agreed, I might as well bite the bullet and do it!

Perhaps because of the time travel, Katsuhiko always felt that this world was too unreal, like playing a game with cheat codes.

If everyone's using cheats to play the game, what's the fun in killing monsters and leveling up? If there's no challenge, create one.

Just like a hardcore gamer who plays games all night until dawn and gets bored from constantly killing monsters, he wants to find other players to PK with, turn his white name into a red name, get some excitement, and experience the joy of being captured by NPCs.

So what if I get exposed and prosecuted? Fines will be imposed, and imprisonment will be imposed. So what if I'm locked up in a dark room for two years?

In reality, the probability of exposure in the short term is extremely small.

Even if Sayuri found out, she wouldn't report it; her personality and temperament dictated her behavior.

She still felt guilty towards Mikoto... Besides, after scratching Mikoto's chin twice in front of her, she probably had a premonition that she would show her a variety show recording later... further pushing her limits.

Of course, other political and business figures with brains bypass bigamy and use mistresses instead.

In today's society, having lovers is commonplace. While men still try to hide it, women are now playing their cards open, meaning they don't reveal who their lovers are.

It's best to use this "trump card" of marriage registration sparingly. If you find someone satisfactory, try to emulate prominent figures in politics and business...

After submitting the marriage registration documents, Katsuhiko, with Mikoto's arm in his, walked out of the ward office.

Mikoto's legs were still weak, so Katsuhiko helped her sit on a bench by the roadside.

She slowly sat down, clinging to Sheng Yan's arm, her expression a mixture of overwhelming joy and disbelief. Tears streaming down her face, she looked at Sheng Yan and asked, "Am I...am I your wife now?"

"Yes, Mrs. Takenaka." Katsuhiko took her still slightly trembling hand and rubbed it in his palm. "Chinatsu-chan has become my daughter too."

Mikoto leaned against Katsuhiko's chest, crying, "I'm so happy, I'm so nervous, I don't know how to be a good wife to you..."

"Keep up the way you did before."

Mikoto suddenly looked up and said, "I'll transfer the house to your name tomorrow, and the convenience store to you too. I also have two million yen in my account, which I'll give you... Tonight I'll make Chinatsu call you 'Dad,' and if she doesn't, I'll beat her..."

Sheng Yan pinched her cheek and shook it, saying, "Are you out of your mind?"

"You've given me so much, I don't know how to repay you..." Mikoto murmured, wrapping her arms around Katsuhiko's neck. "Now, please let me do something for you, anything at all..."

"If you keep clinging to me like this, I'm going to get my marriage documents back."

"No, no!" Mikoto sat up straight abruptly, her head lowered and eyes wide open, becoming neurotic. "I'm just too excited. I can't be clingy. You're so fickle, you'll have many girlfriends in the future. I don't care, I don't care... Oh, right!"

Mikoto clasped her hands to her chest, rested her chin on her hand, and leaned close to Katsuhiko, whispering pitifully, "Can we keep this a secret forever? Let me be happy by myself. I don't want to tell anyone."

"It's just registering for marriage, is it really necessary to get so worked up? You're going crazy."

"This is a responsibility. You've given me a reason to entrust my life to you. How could I not be excited?" Mikoto tilted her head, her eyes wide, and continued, "I have someone to rely on from now on. These past few years have been so hard for me..."

In a male-dominated society, marriage seems to have been created solely to protect women…

"Stop being so sentimental here," Katsuhiko said, pulling Mikoto up. "Let's hurry back to the convenience store and help Sayuri! She's been kept in the dark, which makes her look quite pitiful. We've both let her down, so you need to be nicer to her."

"Don't worry, honey, even if Sayuri hits me, I won't fight back." At the mention of Sayuri, Mikoto quickly regained her composure, covering her lips with a smile, and continued, "Sayuri is your wife in public, and I'm your mistress in private. If she finds out, I'll treat her like a lover. In front of her, you don't need to show me any mercy; you can hit or scold me as you please, as long as you don't actually hurt me..."

Katsuhiko glanced at his watch; it was 3:30 PM, and he hadn't called Kenta yet… He raised his hand and lightly patted Mikoto's pert buttocks, saying, "Hurry up and go back."

Mikoto shuddered, glanced around instinctively, and seeing no one around, tiptoed, gave Katsuhiko a light peck on the cheek, and ran quickly toward the subway station.

She's like a 28-year-old child.

Katsuhiko boarded a blue and white minibus heading to the "Watanabe Food Processing Plant".

Perhaps because it was a holiday and he was heading to the factory, the only other person in the dilapidated bus besides the driver, who was over fifty years old, was him.

With windows on all four sides shining brightly, the little bus looks like a mobile metal container.

Leaving the densely populated area of ​​buildings, the asphalt road turns into a narrow cement road, with weeds growing along the roadside.

Scattered factory buildings and lonely chimneys in the distance.

Twenty minutes later, Katsuhiko got out of the car in front of the gate of Watanabe Food Processing Plant.

The factory was in a similar state of disrepair; the rusty iron gate was tightly shut, and the gray walls surrounding the factory had pieces of cement slabs peeling off.

The words "Pay back your debts" were also sprayed on the wall...

The glass in the gatehouse was smashed and covered with a tattered newspaper. There was no one in the factory, and no sound of machinery.

The Golden Week holiday should mean a holiday, right?

However, Kenta's invitation letter stated that he was working overtime during the holiday...

Katsuhiko dialed the office number left by Kenta from a public phone booth at the factory gate.

"Hello, this is Watanabe Food Processing Plant. It's a pleasure to serve you."

A woman's voice, slightly hoarse, and not particularly warm in tone.

Katsuhiko immediately recalled the woman with enormous breasts who sat at the guest registration desk at Kenta's wedding a few days ago.

Listening to her voice again, there was a sense of heaviness in her chest, which was undeniably impressive, but unfortunately, her manners were lacking.

"Oh, Ms. Eide? I'm looking for..."

"It's you!?" Yingdai's voice suddenly rose a decibel, as if she had stood up. A few gasps came from the receiver, her voice turned cold, and then she asked, "What is it?"

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"Hmph," Yingdai snorted, then said, "Just tell me what it is, or I'm hanging up."

She still harbors resentment about being inexplicably criticized by Sheng Yan on their wedding day, and being called a brainless woman with big breasts... She recalls it every time before going to sleep, and only when she mentally defeats him can she fall asleep.

"Is Kenta here?"

"Want to come to work?" Yingdai's indifferent tone suddenly turned somber. "Sorry, we're no longer hiring."

Eiyo was aware of Kenta's letter to Katsuhiko a few days ago. At the time, she didn't have any objections, since her younger brother had just taken over the factory and should indeed find some trustworthy helpers.

Although he's an rude guy, it's good that he's here at work; I can make things difficult for him and put him in a bad mood.

Unfortunately, Yingdai never expected that her father was secretly gambling, owing not only a large amount of money to the bank but also a large amount of money to loan sharks.

Then the irresponsible father took a sum of money and went on a trip abroad.

Now all the burdens are on Kenta's shoulders. He not only has to deal with bank debt collectors who come to his door every day, but also has to dodge loan sharks.

Fortunately, it's holiday time now, and the workers have all gone home.

But the factory's future was predictable; it was probably doomed, and the poor younger brother was just barely holding on...

Yingdai even considered calling the police to report her despicable father for absconding with the money.

"I don't work here, so tell me where Kenta is?"

Katsuhiko's main purpose in coming here was to wear down the "7"-day countdown that was locked onto Kotohashi.

"He doesn't have time to meet friends."

"Can't you understand human language? I asked you where Kenta is, so just tell me, 'Where is Kenta?'"

"Anyway, he doesn't have time to meet his friends, so telling you won't do any good. Just hang up!" Although Yingdai said she was going to hang up, she didn't actually disconnect the phone.

"Is your brain all in your chest?!" Katsuhiko roared, gripping the phone, a nameless rage rising within him. "You think I won't punch your chest out?!"

"Heh, incompetent men can do nothing but yell."

"You wait!" Sheng Yan slammed the phone down before she could respond.

Is the phone number we're dialing now a landline, or the one listed in the brochure for the factory office? Yingdai must be in the factory, so we'll climb over the wall and get in.

Just as Sheng Yan stepped out of the public phone booth, a silver-gray van suddenly drove up in the distance.

It darted past Sheng Yan's toes, then suddenly turned around and swerved, its wheels scraping the ground, before stopping at the factory gate.

Katsuhiko was so enraged that his hair stood on end. Before he could even react, the van driver punched him through the window and yelled with a trilled "L" sound, "You bastard, are you looking for death! Idiot, moron!"

Katsuhiko almost laughed in anger, unable to think of any way to deal with him for a moment.

As the driver yelled, the car door opened, and eight men dressed in cheap, oversized suits jumped out.

The driver ignored Sheng Yan and got out of the car as well.

Several people carried a stack of flyers and a paint bucket out of the car.

They had a clear division of labor: one carried a paint bucket and wrote "Give me back my hard-earned money" on the wall; another carried flyers and posted them around; the other seven kicked the iron gate and climbed over, while people outside handed them paint buckets and flyers...

Katsuhiko walked to the front door and peeled off a flyer stuck to the door.

The flyer contained two photos: one of Kenta and the other of a man in his sixties with extremely detailed personal information, including his home address and the amount of debt he owed. The sixty-year-old man appeared to be Kenta's father...

"Damn it, stick it back on!" The driver, his face dark, rushed over with a glue brush in hand.

"Okay," Sheng Yan said, slapping the flyer against the iron gate again, and asked, "Are you loan sharks? How much money do they owe?"

"What do you do?" The driver's eyes were suspicious and cautious.

"I'm just a passerby, asking out of curiosity."

"This is none of your business, get lost!"

"Damn it!" Sheng Yan kicked him in the face, then leaped over the iron gate.