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He lay down on his side, stretched his back, and said, "Give me a massage, I want to get a good night's sleep."

"Oh." Yukinoshita Miyami sat up, bent her legs and moved on the sofa until she was in front of his head.

She reached out and gently touched the other person's temple, carefully massaging it.

"Kazehaya, I want to get married."

Nomiyama opened his eyes, looked at her for a while, then reached out and pulled her into his arms.

The two kissed each other from opposite directions, upside down.

After a long while, Nomiyama gently rubbed her head, let go, and closed his eyes again.

"Let's get married when I turn eighteen."

Yukinoshita Miyami rubbed her lips and blinked: "I actually thought it would be after I turned twenty."

Nomiyama's voice gradually softened: "It's better to do it sooner, in case you have to wait too long."

After saying that, the boy fell asleep.

Yukinoshita Miyabi's eyes rippled like water as she leaned down and gently pressed her lips to the boy's.

She turned over, turned off the light, took the blanket, then lay down on her side, carefully nestled next to him, and covered them both with the blanket.

Goodnight, my early morning breeze.

......

"Hui, should I dress more formally? Shall we go buy some clothes later, like a suit or something?"

"I've heard that a well-tailored suit is a man's battle uniform."

Nomiyama looked down at his short-sleeved shirt and capri pants, feeling a little uneasy. This outfit seemed a bit too casual.

"No need, Kazehaya. Our family doesn't care about that. Besides, Kazehaya is only sixteen. Being too formal would make him seem less energetic."

Kato Megumi glanced at him, suppressed the smile on her lips, and turned her head back to examine the eggplant in her hand.

"I'll go wash my face. I feel like I didn't wash it properly before I left."

Nomiyama said this and prepared to walk towards the bathroom.

Kato Megumi grabbed him, her tone slightly helpless: "Kazehaya's face is very clean."

Scratching his head, Nomiyama pulled over the cart: "Is there anything I need to be especially careful about later?"

"Yes," Kato Megumi said, her expression becoming more serious.

Nomiyama also became serious, indicating that he was listening.

"Kazehaya, there's something you need to understand."

"Well, you said."

“Dad has always worked very hard and taken good care of the family. The family always puts Dad’s opinions first, so if you can’t satisfy Dad, I can’t marry you.” Kato Megumi tried to use a serious tone.

Nomiyama opened her mouth, thinking of the man who held a knife and stared at her in the supermarket every day, the man she thought was the fourth oldest in the family.

Wow, it's that strong!

He took a deep breath and said seriously, "I understand. I will definitely do my best to satisfy my father-in-law so that he can entrust you to me with peace of mind."

"Ah."

Kato Megumi turned her head away and continued walking forward.

Well, although my mom, sister, and I are the ones who make the decisions at home, it's still quite interesting to see how Kazehaya behaves.

......

"Uncle, have some shrimp."

Nomiyama smiled, lowered his posture, and handed a peeled shrimp to the plate opposite the table.

Looking at the posture opposite him, and recalling his usual carefree and arrogant demeanor, Kato Riku's lips curled up slightly.

Ha, you little rascal, you still fell into my trap, you still have to peel shrimp for me.

He reached out, took the shrimp from the plate, nodded casually, and replied briefly, "Mm."

Nomiyama didn't mind, he just sat back in his chair, lowered his head, and continued peeling shrimp.

Since he's the father-in-law, and since he's going to take away the other party's most beloved daughter, he'll always have to make some sacrifices.

He moved his hand slightly, removed the shrimp shell, and then smiled again, preparing to hand it to the person across the table.

The next moment, he stopped.

Three peeled shrimp were placed on their respective plates, one in front of the other.

Nomiyama glanced at Megumi, then at the other two women who were smiling softly, and his eyelids twitched.

Not right.

He looked up and finally glanced at Uncle Kato.

That face was contorted, glaring at him with hatred.

Kato Riku watched as the most important people in his life each gave him a shrimp. Instead of peeling the shrimp, he grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, making a loud, unrestrained sound as he chewed on the shell.

You brat! How dare you disturb my family!

......

Why would two men be standing in the kitchen after a family meal? First of all, we can rule out the possibility that they were cooking.

Then all I can do is wash the dishes.

Nomiyama was wiping dishes at one sink, while Kato Riku was wiping dishes at another.

Neither of them spoke; they simply washed their own dishes.

Nomiyama was reflecting on his performance today. Firstly, on the surface, the three main members of the Kato family had no objections; secondly, the true head of the Kato family did indeed have objections...

"Kazehaya." Kato Riku put down the last bowl in his hand.

Having washed dishes for over a decade, she was more experienced and faster.

"Yes, I am." Nomiyama moved a little slower, turned to look at the uncle, and waited quietly for him to continue.

Kato Riku peeked outside, then pulled his head back in, patted his pocket, took out a cigarette case, lit one, and handed one to someone: "Here, have a smoke."

Nomiyama looked at the cigarette and accepted it without hesitation.

He doesn't smoke, but it's only right that he smokes one with his father-in-law.

Kato Riku glanced at him, whose movements were clearly clumsy, chuckled, and then handed him a lighter, pressing the button.

Seeing the bright orange flame, Nomiyama, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, leaned over and lit it with two quick puffs.

He took a deep breath, frowned, but didn't cough.

“Better than me.” Kato Riku looked at him and shrugged.

"The first time I smoked, I choked so badly that tears welled up in my eyes."

Nomiyama held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, mimicking the smoking gestures of delinquents at school. After hearing the words, he quieted down for a moment, and then...

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Kato Riku looked at the boy opposite him who was coughing so hard he was bent over, and his gaze softened slightly.

He took a deep drag, and the cigarette burned rapidly, disappearing in just a few seconds. With a sigh, he said, "Actually, it's not that I have any particular fondness for cigarettes, it's just that in the early years, my family was not doing well."

He leaned against the table, surrounded by swirling smoke.

"I was young then, not very capable, and my family wasn't well-off."

"I really like the moon."

Nomiyama's eyes flickered slightly; he knew that Yue was Megumi's mother's name.

Kato Riku looked at him intently through the smoke: "I really like Yue, but I'm not a very capable person. If I want to give her a better life, I have to work hard and make up for my lack of talent with hard work. I worked very hard back then, but life is not something you can achieve success just by working hard."

“I didn’t achieve anything, I didn’t become outstanding or excellent, I just lived a normal life like most people. I started smoking back then because of the pressure. Once I got used to it, I could never quit.”

I don't want you to smoke.

Nomiyama reached out and handed the half-smoked cigarette to the tap to wet it before throwing it into the trash can.

Kato Riku watched his movements, took another deep drag of his cigarette, and exhaled, white smoke billowing from his mouth.

"Kazehaya, do you remember the first time we met?"

As Nomiyama thought about it, memories of his childhood naturally floated into his mind.

The first time I went to the supermarket was to buy fruit. I didn't have any other thoughts at the time; I just had never eaten it before.

want to eat.

"You were so careful back then, as if that bunch of bananas in front of you was some kind of treasure, and you didn't even dare to put any force into touching it."

Nomiyama lowered his eyes.

"That's why I remembered you. Every time you want to buy fish, I immediately go and scoop it out for you, because you don't even have the height of a fish tank. Every time you want to eat fish, you just stick your face to the front of the fish tank to look at it."

Kato Riku took another drag of his cigarette: "Later, Yukino started going to the supermarket with you. You two were still young then. Every time I was cleaning fish, I would think, since there's no one at your house, who will cook for you?"

“We made it ourselves.” Nomiyama spoke up at this moment, pursing his lips. “We were both young back then, but the stove was very high, so we bought small stools and stood on them to cook.”

"I see, you must have worked hard." Kato Riku breathed a sigh of relief.

"It wasn't too hard," Nomiyama said softly.

The two remained silent after their conversation.

At one point, the man stubbed out his cigarette and casually tossed the butt into the trash can.

He looked at the quiet boy in front of him: "Kazehaya, I haven't been a good father, but that doesn't stop my daughter from being a good one."

He said earnestly, "Hui has been very sensible and hardworking since she was a child."

"I know."

"She is definitely not a casual person."

"I know."

"She deserves everything she should have."

"I know."

Kato Riku took a step forward, looked at the boy he had watched grow up, and said in a low voice, "Megumi is my daughter. I don't object to your relationship, but if she is wronged, I will take her away."

Nomiyama met the man's gaze, then bowed deeply, his voice filled with certainty: "I understand, I won't let Kei suffer any injustice."

Kato Riku did not avoid the greeting; he simply turned and walked out of the kitchen.

"I don't want to get involved in your young people's affairs, as long as you make sure Hui is happy."

Nomiyama breathed a sigh of relief only after the man left the kitchen.

He turned his head and looked at the dishes and chopsticks left in the sink.

Continue washing the dishes.

......

"What? Your daughter isn't even married yet, and you're already crying?"

Kato Yue glanced at her man's bloodshot eyes and looked at him with disgust.

Hiromi Kato glanced at the boy and girl walking under the streetlights, then at her parents beside her, shrugged, and went inside.

"No." Kato Riku rubbed his eyes twice and exhaled.

"It wasn't that I was crying, but I was thinking that I might not have done a good job. I hadn't taught Hui anything, and suddenly she's reached the age to date."

“We were this age back then too.” Kato Tsuki rolled her eyes.

"Forehead..."

Kato Riku choked for a moment, then looked at the two of them under the streetlight and sighed slightly: "At least Kazehaya is better than I was back then. With his brains, getting into Tokyo University or making money is not a problem at all. At least Megumi doesn't have to suffer the same grievances you and I did back then."

“No.” Kato Tsuki’s voice was still dissatisfied.