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Xingye's expression was calm and indifferent: "If you're not going to teach me, then don't talk so much."

Nomiyama reached out and ruffled her hair: "I'll teach you when I get back."

After a moment of silence, Xingye said, "Mm."

One person walked, another floated, and the air fell silent for a moment.

“You know I’m not your child,” Xingye suddenly said.

Nomiyama lowered his head, his long black hair and bright red eyes, coupled with his talent which was just as outstanding as Yukinoshita Yukihana's, making it easy to see him as her child.

"I knew it from the beginning. Not to mention me, even those two little ones, Ziwan and Shuangnai, noticed it."

Xingye's eyebrows twitched slightly: "But they still call me sister."

Nomiyama glanced at her: "My children may be naive, but they have a natural sensitivity to people's hearts. They really like you as their eldest sister."

Xingye's expression returned to calm: "Mm."

After a while, she spoke in a calm voice: "You probably won't be able to have children. After Shiwan and Shino were born, they found that children would distract you. Now, apart from Yukino Yukinoshita and Megumi Kato, everyone else has simply given up on the idea."

Nomiyama said nonchalantly, "As long as they like it."

He reached out his hand: "I'm not really worried about Ziyuan and Shuangnai, but it's you. If you continue like this, you won't make any friends at school."

Xingye stopped and said, "It doesn't matter. If we're talking about making friends, your wives are more suitable for me."

She slowly backed away, saying, "I'm going to go play with the two of them."

Nomiyama said "Oh," and waved his hand: "Remember to tell my two little darlings that I love them."

"Tell me yourself."

Nomiyama watched her disappear, then turned and continued walking down the street without looking back.

One day, Xue Wan suddenly appeared holding a baby and announced that she had given birth to a daughter, which made Xue Shixia feel depressed for the whole afternoon.

After all, this is the boss... and the boss who was born late in life, Yukinoshita Yukinoshita...

However, it's not her child, and it has nothing to do with Xue Wan. She probably just noticed something interesting and went out to pick up a child.

Xingye possessed an aura more akin to Huangquan and Baiyujing, but her cultivation speed was extremely fast, placing her at a higher level than the two of them.

A higher level?

Nomiyama's eyebrows twitched. He was a miracle born from the starry sky, and that starry night was a miracle of the planets?

Never mind, it doesn't matter. We'll just raise her as our eldest daughter. It would be good to find a sister of the same age for Ziyuan and Shuangnai to grow up with. She's precocious and can protect them.

The more important thing now is...

While all three of them are free, go and fulfill your promise.

Traveling... it's been so long since I've traveled. It feels like...

It's been half a month.

Nomiyama reached out and rang the doorbell.

"Yes, yes, just a moment."

Nomiyama heard the familiar voice and waited quietly.

......

"benefit."

Hoshino appeared beside Megumi, then looked at the two sitting in the shopping cart and calmly greeted them: "Shiwan, Shiono."

Ziwan leaned against the edge of the shopping cart, tilting her head: "Oh, isn't this my elder sister?"

Shiono sat huddled in the corner of the shopping cart, smiled faintly, and whispered, "Sister Hoshino."

Kato Megumi smiled: "Isn't Seiya up on the mountain playing chess with them?"

As the starry night floated up, I took down a box of dark chocolate labeled 95 and put it in my shopping cart: "Huang Quan always wanted me to call her aunt, but I found it annoying, so I left."

"I see." Kato Megumi glanced at her, then looked away and continued searching for chocolates on the shelf.

"They're playing chess? Who's playing against whom? Is it fun?" Ziwan's twin ponytails swayed as she became curious.

"Yukino and Haruno went down alone at night." Hoshino didn't turn around and continued picking out chocolates.

"This feels very interesting!" Aster's purple eyes lit up, and she put her hands on her hips. "I'm going to help Yukino. Cricket Yukino, I'll defeat her in one blow."

"I...I won't go. Yukino...she doesn't seem to like me." Shino shrank back and shook her head.

Kato Megumi turned around, reached out, and touched her head: "No, Yukinoshita really likes Shino, she just doesn't know how to behave in front of you."

Ziwan smiled and pinched her cheek: "Mom said that Hui is the person who understands Yukino the most, even better than that stinky man in some aspects, so don't be afraid, little sister, Yukino really likes you."

Shiono's eyes brightened, then dimmed again. She whispered, "But Father said I'm the older sister..."

"Huh? What did you say? I can't hear you."

Ziwan whistled and turned around, grabbing a box of white chocolate from the shelf: "This tastes good. When Eriri, that idiot, comes home, she always rummages through the snack cabinet looking for this, but I've eaten it all, hehehe."

Xingye looked at her lively demeanor, his expression unusually fluctuating: "No one will like you like this."

Ziwan looked at this older sister who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pouted, "Why do I need other people's approval? Isn't it enough that my family likes me?"

Xingye frowned: "You'll get married sooner or later."

Ziwan looked at her strangely: "Are you out of your mind? As long as Dad is alive, we can have anything. Get married? Why should we get married? Who loves us more than Dad? Who should we marry?"

Xingye thought for a moment and then fell silent.

Shuang Nai glanced at the older sister, then quietly lowered her eyes; so she was the vixen her mother had mentioned. She'd have Zi Wan fight her another day.

Kato Megumi took the chocolate and looked at them calmly.

The older he gets, the more problem children he'll become; Kazehaya will probably have no shortage of troubles in the future.

......

"Tsk, this busy man has finally spared some time to deal with his old classmates."

"That's so hurtful. You've always been Mai's makeup artist, we see each other all the time."

Nomiyama looked at the person beside her. Unlike when she liked to wear old-fashioned glasses in high school, Himeko, who has now graduated from university, wears contact lenses more often, and occasionally uses round frames to enhance her cuteness. However, although she is a makeup artist, her personal preferences are still similar to before, and she prefers light makeup.

Her long black hair was loose, and she wore a simple light green floral dress with a matching ribbon tied in the middle to accentuate her waist.

Her very simple style of dress exudes an intellectual air. Although she has been interning for less than a year, she can already be considered a working professional.

Hina Ebina noticed the gleam in his eyes and smiled, "What? Kazehaya is now eyeing me?"

Nomiyama shook his head: "It's just that I rarely see you dressed like this."

Hina Ebina sighed, "Students have their own clothes, workers have their own clothes, and of course, they have their own casual clothes for resting. But who can blame her for never interacting with old classmates like me except when she's at school or working?"

Nomiyama was a little embarrassed: "Actually, I'm quite busy too."

Hina Ebina earnestly agreed: "Yes, I have to admit that Kazehaya is right in that respect."

"There's nothing I can do, life is tough." Nomiyama looked up at the sky.

"Does it refer to the Yukinoshita family changing its name to the Nomiyama family, or does it refer to Mai Sakurajima admitting that she is keeping the male protagonist of 'Love Story,' the head of the Chiba Nomiyama family?"

"Wow, you're quite well-informed."

"Everyone in the city knows about it."

"Now that you mention it, my girlfriends are really amazing. They can make such a fuss even while feeding me like a gigolo." Nomiyama said proudly, "No wonder they're the people I like."

"I really want to be a kept woman too, I don't want to work at all," Hina Ebina said quietly.

"Huh, so much resentment?" Nomiyama looked at her. "I saw you smiling while you were working, so I thought you liked it."

"That's why I said Kazehaya doesn't pay enough attention to his old classmates. If it were his girlfriend, Kazehaya would definitely pay close attention to those subtle emotions and then notice the huge resentment hidden behind that smile."

Hina Ebina looked at him and said with certainty, “Work is shit, disgusting stuff that you’d hate to step on. It’s meaningless labor that this society forces me to do. It’s worthless. It’s just torturing me while giving me food so that I can barely survive in this society so that it can continue to torture me. Ah, this damn society is the ultimate sadist incarnate.”

"Uh," Nomiyama said, trying to understand. "Simply put, you don't want to work."

"No, not really." Hina Ebina shrugged. "The work is still somewhat interesting. For example, after you and Utaha discussed your creative ideas in the room for half an hour, Mai dragged you into the break room and scolded you for three hours."

At this point, she widened her eyes: "You were being scolded, weren't you? Those three hours were actually spent being scolded, weren't they?"

Nomiyama moved away from her and remained silent.

Hina Ebina quickly caught up, grabbed his wrist, her eyes red and her voice mournful: "Kazehaya, say something! Say something, Kazehaya! You were just being scolded, weren't you? You were definitely not beaten by Mai, you were definitely not pinned down and hit by Mai, and you were definitely not bitten on the shoulder and left with marks."

Nomiyama reached out and restrained her hands, pulling her forward. He said helplessly, "You little hooligan, if I remember correctly, you'll be twenty-three this summer. Can't you grow up a bit? Instead of working properly, what are you doing, watching me, my senior, and Mai do?"

Hina Ebina stopped struggling, turned to look at him, and smiled faintly: "You remembered my birthday."

Nomiyama let go of her hand and continued walking beside her: "I already remembered it when I celebrated your birthdays in the first year of high school. I have a good memory, so it's always easy for me to remember things."

Hina Ebina put her hands behind her back, her skirt swaying slightly: "Indeed, it would be a mistake to be moved by Kazehaya remembering something, since Kazehaya's brain is practically a supercomputer."

She looked at him through a strand of hair fluttering beside her cheek: "Let's talk about what gift Kazehaya is planning to give me this year."

Nomiyama looked at her with some surprise: "Should I tell you? It'll be less exciting if I do."

Hina Ebina continued looking ahead, stepping through the morning light: "Let's just say it. Getting an immediate answer will satisfy me more right now than anticipation."

"Alright then." Nomiyama reached out and pierced the space beside him. "I'll just give it to you directly."

He took out a gift box and handed it over.

Hina Ebina blinked, not surprised by his actions, and simply took the gift box and opened it.

"Lipstick?"

Three lipsticks: deep red, crimson, and light pink.

Noticing her gaze, Nomiyama explained, "You are a makeup artist now, so I think it's definitely appropriate to give you this."

Hina Ebina unscrewed a lipstick, sniffed it, and then stared intently at him.

Nomiyama paused for a moment before explaining, "I made it. I used some less common flowers and fruits. When you apply it, it has a floral and fruity scent that I personally find pleasant, and it doesn't fade easily. Hmm, if you ever get hungry, you can eat it raw. It tastes great and won't poison you."

Hina Ebina applied the light pink lipstick to her lips, then pursed her lips and looked at him: "How is it?"

Nomiyama sniffed and nodded: "Not bad."

It smells delicious; no wonder it was made by him.

Ebina smiled, put away the lipstick, and placed it in his hand: "I didn't bring a bag with me, you can leave it here for now."

Nomiyama replied, "Okay."

After a moment of silence, Ebina Hime asked, "This isn't something you get wholesale, is it?"

Nomiyama said no: "Mai only brought one set because she occasionally needs to appear in public for work, and the senior has a bright red one, that's all. They don't usually wear makeup."

"OK, all right."

Hina Ebina nodded, then continued to ask, "What's the hidden gift?"

Nomiyama's eye twitched as he looked at her.

Hina Ebina looked at him innocently, indicating that it was really easy to guess: "Kazehaya's habit these past few years has been to give a gift in the open, and then attach a little surprise in everyday life that the recipient doesn't think is a gift. Yumiko and Yui may not have noticed, but I can still see it."

"Can't you just pretend you didn't see it?"

"No, because of curiosity."

"Here's the menu." Nomiyama held out his hand and counted the dishes: "Radish stewed lamb chops, tuna sashimi, stir-fried venison tenderloin, crucian carp and tofu soup, steamed conch, fried blue crab, blanched lettuce, and smashed cucumber."

Hina Ebina took a deep breath to calm herself down, sighed, and looked at him: "Kazehaya, be normal. Don't pay attention to and remember these inexplicable things. It's going too far."

Nomiyama sighed as well: "I didn't want to, but the brain organizes all the points worth remembering and then provides me with solutions."

Hina Ebina lowered her head, texting while muttering in a very low voice, "What a scumbag, the biggest scumbag ever..."

Nomiyama curled his lip. How was he a scumbag? He married every girlfriend he had. He had a stack of marriage certificates at home, and every name was diligently providing services.

"I'm leaving now. I'm scared to walk with you. I'll go to Yumiko's house and wait for her."

Hina Ebina put away her phone and stepped back.

"Huh?" Nomiyama glanced at Yui's house, which was only a dozen meters away, then turned to look at her. "Why don't we go together?"

Hina Ebina hugged herself tightly, her face filled with panic: "I'm afraid I'll lose my virginity if I stay with you for even a second longer."

Nomiyama looked at the actor in front of him, his resolve hardened, and his fist hardened.