Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

Tokyo, a bustling area.

The Miyazaki family.

In stark contrast to the rat district where the Black Feather Taoist family lived, there was no creaking sound from the old wooden planks, nor the faint musty smell that permeated the air.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, it's almost too quiet.

The air is filled with a subtle blend of herbs and fine fragrances, which inexplicably captivates and uplifts the spirit.

A black luxury car came to a smooth stop in front of the Miyazaki family's gate.

"Click".

The car door opened, and Miyazaki Kiyoshi stepped out from the back door, carrying a black handbag with a strangely high-end sheen, though it paled in comparison to the shine on his leather shoes…

"Welcome home, young lady!"

The butler standing at the door bowed respectfully to greet them, meticulous in every detail.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced at the other person and nodded: "Yes, as I said before, you don't need to stand outside waiting for me. Go do something more meaningful."

"Yes, Miss." The middle-aged butler nodded and agreed once again, without giving any further reply, just like a machine.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi said no more and walked into the luxurious villa in front of him.

This kind of thing, greeting each other when getting on and off the bus, happens countless times every day. No matter how many times Miyazaki Kiyoshi says it, these people will still wait for her in the same place.

Do some... pointless things.

They are just pitiful people who have been kidnapped by a character called "mission".

Miyazaki Kiyoshi wouldn't make things difficult for these people, but... she didn't like them at all.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Whether she likes it or not is not important. Her silence can bring peace to the family, which is a good thing in a sense, saving some unnecessary trouble.

Another family's jobs were saved, and another complex and intertwined relationship continued...

As for her feelings... they're not very important, nor do they matter.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi wouldn't even spare a single moment for these people; it would be pointless. He'd rather spend that time looking at the inner thoughts of some idiot.

The moment the thought popped into his head, Miyazaki Kiyoshi froze, his foot hovering in mid-air, hesitant to land.

Why...why would she have such a strange thought?

It was just a normal trip home, nothing different from usual. I should have been thinking about what book to read before bed tonight...

Why did I think of that guy?

Kiyoshi Miyazaki is an intelligent person, and also a thoughtful one; he can grasp a problem the moment it arises.

Applying the phrase "I examine myself three times a day" to Miyazaki Kiyoshi would be a weakening and belittling of his character; "I examine myself three hundred times a day" would be more appropriate.

Once you start thinking, you won't stop, and similarly, you won't do any unnecessary actions that consume your body's energy or interfere with your thinking.

And so.

An incredibly bizarre scene appeared at the entrance of the Miyazaki family home.

As if a pause button had been pressed, Miyazaki Kiyoshi stood there motionless, choosing the most energy-efficient way to think about the problem... wondering why she would suddenly think of Kuroba Shido.

The maids, the head housekeeper, and the butler passing by the villa all instinctively stepped back and went around this scene.

Clearly, the rest of the family had grown accustomed to Miyazaki Kiyoshi's sudden and strange behavior...

All they needed to do was one word: quiet, quiet, and more quiet.

Their young lady wouldn't make things difficult for anyone. Of course, this is in general. When their young lady starts making things difficult for someone, it means that the other person needs to leave this house.

I am no longer a part of this family.

The last time this happened was many years ago. Miyazaki Kiyoshi was at home pondering a problem when a kind auntie in charge advised him to rest early and not catch a cold…

As a result, Miyazaki Kiyoshi said some very hurtful things, and that very night, this aunt who had worked hard for the Miyazaki family for most of her life left the family forever.

The fear of Miyazaki Kiyoshi among those below reached an unprecedented peak once again...

What's even more painful is the fear, but the inability to show it, the inability to even think about it, the guilt of even thinking about it!

Because...their young lady can see what they're thinking.

It's funny, but the most harmonious and relaxing time in the Miyazaki family is when Miyazaki Kiyoshi isn't there...

Is it pathetic?

It's pathetic, at least that's how Miyazaki Kiyoshi feels, but... it doesn't matter anymore. It's not her fault, and she doesn't care about or need to care about the opinions of those around her. She can just be herself.

Some of his childhood experiences led Kiyoshi Miyazaki into a kind of inexplicable obsession, always believing in and unconditionally supporting his own thoughts and actions.

She believes something is bad, and once that thing is labeled as bad, that label will never be removed, no matter how things change.

If that's a bit hard to understand, here's a simpler version... You're OUX for a day, and you'll be OUX for a lifetime!

Time passed second by second.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a car roaring and parking came from outside the villa once again, and then, click, the car door opened.

A beautiful woman, who looked seven or eight parts like Miyazaki Kiyoshi, appeared, dressed in a black, high-end suit and trousers, with a well-proportioned figure and a commanding presence. The moment she stepped out of the car, she saw the butler standing at the door, as well as some maids and aunties, who were huddled together there somewhat fearfully...

I realized in an instant what had happened.

"Madam, welcome home."

"Madam...Miss, she..."

The beautiful woman slightly raised her hand, and the chatter outside instantly ceased, falling silent. Everyone looked respectfully at the beautiful woman before them, who exuded an inexplicable aura of authority and authority.

It's hard to describe in detail, but it definitely exists. The aura is incredibly powerful, exaggeratedly so. Just a glance or a gesture is enough to control the entire scene and firmly grasp the rhythm of the moment.

"Okay, I got it. You guys go ahead and get busy. As for today... get some rest early. Just leave two people here on duty, everyone else can go and rest."

The beautiful woman spoke, her voice gentle and reassuring, with a unique timbre that put people at ease.

After the crowd dispersed, only the beautiful woman remained standing on the vast lawn. As if lost in thought, she sighed softly and walked into the villa…

As soon as she entered the door, the beautiful woman froze, wondering if her daughter would be lost in thought and do something strange that others couldn't understand.

But I never expected to see her at the door, still in the act of changing her shoes, one foot in a slipper and the other in a black high-end leather shoe...

The beautiful woman: "..."

What problem is troubling this child this time?

The beautiful woman was wearing high heels, mainly black with red soles, about five centimeters high... executive high heels.

The moment I stepped inside.

"Thump!"

The crisp sound rang out, and the beautiful woman's heart skipped a beat. She knew something was wrong... The already fragile mother-daughter relationship was about to be further strained.

It was this moment that made Miyazaki Kiyoshi, who had been struggling to figure out the problem for a long time, suddenly understand it and have a flash of inspiration!

She's figured it out!

Why would she suddenly think of a certain guy?

"Heh, a very sinister plan and tactic, alien, but... I still saw through it!" Miyazaki Kiyoshi narrowed his eyes, snorted, and sneered, a confident, all-knowing smile on his lips.

A despicable alien's plan succeeded, attracting her attention, and then...

"Xiao Qing?"

The beautiful woman stood there for a long time, not daring to speak. Only when she heard her daughter talking to herself as if she were possessed did she finally speak up.

Daughter, what's wrong with you?

It was only then that Miyazaki Kiyoshi belatedly realized that the beautiful woman had returned.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced at the other person and nodded: "Yes, welcome home."

And then... and that was it.

After figuring out the problem, he pressed the pause button and continued what he hadn't finished. Miyazaki Kiyoshi took off the little leather shoe on his remaining foot, put on slippers, and walked towards his room.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't even glance at the beautiful woman once...

The beautiful woman: "???"