My dear wife, I still love you more.

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Hiratsuka Shizuka found two pieces of fabric in her hands, but Hasegawa felt a chill on his chest. Looking down, he realized that one of his clothes was missing a piece, exposing his nipples.

Damn, the bonus chapter from the donations is finally enough. I've been waiting for three days...

Chapter Fifty-Two: Murder to Cover Up

Almost immediately, Hasegawa hurriedly covered his two nipples, his face turning red as he cried out, "Hiratsuka Shizuka!!!" Hasegawa stopped calling her "teacher" this time.

"Um, that, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to, I, I didn't expect, I didn't expect this dress to be so flimsy. Um, I, I'll press it on for you—" As she spoke, Hiratsuka Shizuka pressed the two pieces of fabric in her hand against Hasegawa's chest.

Snapped!

Hasegawa slapped Hiratsuka Shizuka's hands away, then put on his jacket to cover his chest. However, it was a bit hot now, so wearing a suit and buttoning it up made it even hotter.

"Hiratsuka-sensei!!!" Hasegawa looked down and saw that even though the shirt was buttoned up, a little bit of flesh could still be vaguely seen. Hasegawa couldn't help but squeeze out the words "Hiratsuka-sensei" from between the buttons.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I, I really didn't mean to." Hiratsuka Shizuka apologized hastily, waving her hands around in an attempt to make her words more believable, though her hands were still clutching the two pieces of fabric.

"You—never mind, I'm leaving." Seeing Hiratsuka Shizuka like this, Hasegawa's face was still dark, but he knew that Hiratsuka Shizuka really didn't mean it. He shook his head and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Hiratsuka Shizuka quickly grabbed Hasegawa's sleeve.

However, perhaps due to panic, he used too much force when grabbing Hasegawa's sleeve, and with that pull, the top button of Hasegawa's suit popped off.

Snapped!

The button flew off, and Hasegawa's two nipples on his chest were once again exposed.

Hasegawa was incredibly embarrassed, and so was Hiratsuka Shizuka. She hadn't expected Hasegawa's clothes to be of such poor quality.

She didn't even consider that with her iron fists, what clothes could withstand them when she really exerted force?

"Ahem, well, I, I'll go buy you a new outfit." Hiratsuka Shizuka blushed, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Hasegawa felt embarrassed and ashamed, especially since the commotion they had caused had attracted a lot of attention, making their situation visible to many.

Hasegawa wrapped the clothes tightly around himself, then walked out with his head down.

"Wait for me!" Hiratsuka Shizuka quickly chased after her.

……

"Let's buy a nicer suit, preferably one made of sturdy fabric."

Hiratsuka Shizuka drove her sports car with Hasegawa to a high-end clothing store. After entering, Hiratsuka Shizuka said this to the salesperson.

"Madam, please rest assured that all the clothing in our store is high-end, and the fabric is absolutely flawless," the saleswoman said with a smile.

"Tch, are high-end clothes necessarily durable? They still tear easily." Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but mutter.

"That's enough, Hiratsuka-sensei. Just pick any outfit. These are high-end clothes, so the quality shouldn't be a problem." Hasegawa was a little impatient. He still had to carefully protect his upper body and didn't have time to be picky. Speed ​​was the best option among all choices.

"You can't just pick clothes randomly. You have to choose carefully, choose clothes that fit well, are comfortable to wear, look good, and are also fashionable—" Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but mutter again.

Hasegawa simply ignored Hiratsuka Shizuka and turned to the waitress, saying, "Then please bring me a dress, this one will do."

Hasegawa glanced at it casually, thought it looked good, and pointed at it directly.

However, when Hasegawa reached out to protect himself, the movement was inevitably distorted, and with the top button already undone, almost half of Hasegawa's nipples were exposed.

The waitress had sharp eyes and immediately noticed Hasegawa's situation, her expression subtly changing. However, due to professional requirements, her facial expression didn't even change much.

"Yes, sir, please wait a moment, I'll get it right away."

"Please hurry up."

"How can you be so casual? You should at least choose carefully," Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but say again.

"Alright, Hiratsuka-sensei, the situation is special right now, so everything has to be done as quickly as possible?" Hasegawa said with a hint of helplessness.

In fact, most clothes in high-end clothing stores are quite stylish. Generally speaking, if they fit well, they won't look bad. The difference lies only in whether they look good, very good, or not so good.

So generally speaking, choosing clothes is not as troublesome for men as it is for women.

"Okay. Anyway, it's for you to buy clothes, so do whatever you want. But since I'm the one who ruined your clothes, I'll pay for the new ones."

"Hmm. Whatever." Hasegawa didn't have time to argue about anything at this moment. Seeing that the waitress had brought the clothes over, Hasegawa couldn't wait to reach out and take the clothes.

The movements were a bit too exaggerated, so even more of the skin was exposed.

When the waitress saw the two pieces of fabric missing from Hasegawa's chest, even with her professionalism, her expression inevitably became somewhat strange.

Thinking back to when she arrived, she heard Hiratsuka Shizuka say that she was the one who ruined the clothes. This made the waitress a little speechless.

"Are men and women these days really this open-minded? And there's a piece of fabric missing in that area. What position are they using? Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of rich people, they really know how to have fun."

Hasegawa had no idea what the waitress was thinking. If he had known, he would have definitely wanted to pry open her head to see how her brain worked.

However, the lack of fabric in that area does easily lead people to think of other things. After all, it's a bit too strange.

Hasegawa grabbed the new clothes and quickly ran into the changing room to change his own clothes. Only after he no longer felt the chill on his chest did Hasegawa breathe a sigh of relief.

"What a terrible day. It's all because of that Hiratsuka Shizuka guy. I will never, ever go out and meet with her again, never." Hasegawa vowed fiercely in his heart.

As he walked out of the changing room, Hasegawa looked at the clothes he had been wearing before, wondering whether he should throw them away.

"Sir, actually, you only need to change your shirt. We can fix the buttons on your jacket for you here," the waitress said appropriately from the side.

"Is that so? Thank you then." Hasegawa thought about it and realized that this was indeed a good idea. However, it seemed that the waitress had seen something she shouldn't have, so should he kill her to cover it up?

I met a pro in a group chat—30,000 favorites and 8,000 average daily subscriptions. Inspired, I've decided to start updating at least four chapters a day from this week. I'm so envious, so jealous, especially by his smug way of showing off, tsk tsk tsk.

Chapter 53 Yui Yuigahama: Dad

Of course, murder to silence witnesses isn't Hasegawa's style. So, after changing his clothes, he hurriedly left. Once he was gone, he couldn't hear it anymore, and naturally, it was gone. Yeah, a bit like an ostrich.

However, after Hasegawa left, he was unaware that the waitress was still thinking about all sorts of random things: "That man doesn't even look that handsome, he's just got a good physique. And yet women still take care of him. Could it be that his real skill isn't his looks, but some other kind of amazing ability?"

...If Hasegawa knew what this waitress was thinking, he might really have taken action.

"Alright, Hiratsuka-sensei, I'm going home now. You should go home too." Hasegawa decided to part ways with Hiratsuka Shizuka just like that.

"Huh? It's still so early. Why are you going home so early?" Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but say.

"So, as you said, it would be even better if I accompanied you to find a place for drinks, right?" Hasegawa couldn't help but sneer.

"If you'd like—"

"I don't want to at all. Okay, now we should break up. Wait, that sounds so awkward. Oh well. Do whatever you want." Hasegawa waved his hand dismissively.

Seeing Hasegawa like this, Hiratsuka Shizuka wanted to get angry, but thinking about what she had done to Hasegawa today, she felt a little guilty and shrank back: "Okay, then, goodbye."

"If possible, I really don't want to see you again," Hasegawa said bluntly.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. After all, I'm a teacher, and as long as you go to school, you'll definitely see me again." Hiratsuka Shizuka grinned.

Seeing Hiratsuka Shizuka's carefree attitude, Hasegawa felt speechless, ignored her, and turned to leave.

"Hey, get in my car, I'll take you home," Hiratsuka Shizuka called out from behind.

"No need, I'm worried something might happen if I get in your car. I'll just take the subway." Hasegawa didn't turn around, but just raised his hand and waved behind him, shouting this.

"Tch, those were all accidents." Hiratsuka Shizuka pouted, then looked sullen again. "Now that Hasegawa's run away, I guess I can't go home either. Honestly, I don't know what's so great about Hasegawa, that he's got my mom completely smitten. She just visited last weekend, and now she wants him to come again this weekend."

"Ah!" Hiratsuka Shizuka slapped her head with both hands, grabbing her hair haphazardly, making it a mess: "Damn it, bastard Hasegawa, you've gone home, what am I supposed to do now?"

……

Hasegawa returned home and called out, "I'm home!" Then he started changing his shoes.

Before Hasegawa could even change his shoes, he heard hurried footsteps approaching. After changing into slippers, Hasegawa turned around and saw Yui Yuigahama with a happy smile on her face.

"Welcome back, Hasegawa." Yui Yuigahama said this with a slight blush on her face.

Actually, this was something Mrs. Hihama specifically taught her; it's probably how most newlyweds would act in this situation. After her husband returns home, the wife uses her gentle voice to dispel his mental fatigue, then rubs his back, and does something else to relieve his mental and physical exhaustion.

Of course, Yui Yuigahama can't do the kind of thing a newlywed couple would do, so all she can do now is the simplest thing: when Hasegawa comes back from outside, she goes up to him immediately and welcomes him home with the gentlest words.

Oh, and I also need to take Hasegawa's jacket.

Hasegawa looked at Yuigahama Yui with a bit of confusion. Was this girl sick? Or had she gotten her head caught in a door? Otherwise, why would she suddenly become so strange?

Seeing Yui Yuigahama reach out to him, Hasegawa finally couldn't help but frown: "Yuigahama, are you... alright?"

"Huh? I, I'm fine, um, I, I—" Yui Yuigahama was a little flustered because Hasegawa's reaction was completely different from the reaction of the newlywed husband in the drama.

"Are you really okay? Do you have a fever?" Hasegawa subconsciously reached out to touch Yui Yuigahama's forehead. Hasegawa really did it subconsciously; he simply wanted to check if Yui Yuigahama had a fever, without any other thoughts.

After all, in Hasegawa's subconscious, when an old father sees that his daughter is not behaving normally, he will naturally care about her.

Yui Yuigahama's face flushed instantly. Looking at Hasegawa's hand on her forehead and feeling the warmth of his palm, Yui Yuigahama couldn't help but blush.

"Hmm? You seem a bit hot, and your face is flushed. You've caught a cold, haven't you? Since you have a cold, you should stay in bed and rest. By the way, have you taken your medicine?" Hasegawa frowned, looking somewhat displeased. It seemed he was very concerned about Yuigahama Yui's health.

After all, as elders, fathers, or mothers, there's always an unconscious concern. It's like when winter comes, you might not feel cold, but your mom really thinks you'll be cold and might even want you to wear long underwear.

"Um, I, I didn't take my medicine..." Yui Yuigahama also felt her cheeks burning and her whole body was a little dizzy. Then, she really thought she had a cold.

"You rascal. Get down on the bed. I'll go get your medicine and pour you a glass of hot water." Hasegawa sighed, as if he were taking care of a daughter who knew absolutely nothing about how to take care of herself.

Yui Yuigahama was still half asleep when she listened to Hasegawa and obediently went back to her room, lay down on the bed, and even covered herself with a blanket.

"Huh? What's going on?" Yui Yuigahama was a little confused after pulling the covers over herself. She didn't have a cold, and she was perfectly fine. Why was she lying in bed resting, and even covered with a blanket?

Just then, Hasegawa walked in carrying a cup of hot water and some cold medicine.

"Don't move." Seeing Yui Yuigahama trying to get out of bed, Hasegawa stepped forward and pressed her back down. "Since you have a cold, don't do anything unnecessary. The water is a little warm, but not too hot; it's just right to drink now. Here, eat your medicine too." Hasegawa's worried expression made Yui Yuigahama feel a warmth in her heart, as if a man like that had taken care of her when she was very, very young. The image of that man was rapidly merging with the image of Hasegawa.

"dad--"

Well. As expected, the part about Haruno got a lot of criticism; it was a bit off when I wrote it. I added a sentence later, which I think will improve things. But overall, it won't make a difference even if you don't go back to read it. It's just a matter of redefining the protagonist's attitude. Keep your distance.

...Is this the guaranteed fourth chapter? I think I've got it wrong?

Chapter 54 Mrs. Yuihama's Disappointment

"Huh?" Hasegawa looked completely bewildered.