Tokyo: Starting with a fake boyfriend

Given that Tomoya refused to divorce even after kneeling and kowtowing, she had assumed the matter would escalate to the point of going to the family court and that there would be no resolution today.

As a result, she left with her daughter for a while, leaving the problem to Shiratori-kun, and the result was obtained in less than 10 minutes.

As they approached, Shiratori Osamu handed the divorce papers directly to Konan.

"It really got an autograph, Mom, look!"

Minami Yamabuki took the document, glanced at it, and then turned around with overwhelming joy to pass it to her mother.

"He really signed it..."

Yamabuki, who had walked over quickly, took the agreement. After seeing the signature on it, her body suddenly trembled, her eyes reddened, tears welled up, and she subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand.

These are tears of sadness and sorrow, and also tears of joy.

Their 20-year-long love affair came to an end at this moment.

She is a sentimental person by nature, so it's impossible for her not to feel sad at all.

But she was mostly happy, feeling much lighter all over, as if she had broken free from invisible constraints.

For the past six months, she had been in so much pain... She couldn't even count how many times she had woken up in the middle of the night with tears soaking her pillow, let alone seeing her husband abandon her and choose another woman.

For the past six months, she has been dreaming of her husband falling in love with someone else and asking for a divorce, and being abandoned by him.

But when that moment actually arrived, she found herself not afraid at all; instead, she felt a sense of relief, as if it were finally over.

“It should have been like this long ago…” Seeing his mother-in-law holding the divorce papers and crying tears of joy, Shiratori Osamu didn’t say anything, but just sighed in his heart.

Love is a passionate instinct.

Marriage is a contract of fidelity.

After Lao Deng cheated on his wife and repeatedly refused to change his ways, his mother-in-law should have filed for divorce long ago; otherwise, she wouldn't have suffered so much.

Even so, Shiratori Osamu did not blame his mother-in-law for taking so long to understand.

Because my mother-in-law is a good woman, she just loved the wrong person, and she also has a daughter, so she has her concerns.

Just then, Shiratori Osamu suddenly felt a sensation in his arm and turned to look.

Q~Q

That was Minami Yamabuki. She pursed her lips tightly, not daring to utter a sound, and just looked at him through teary eyes.

Seeing that she was crying, and crying so adorably, Shiratori Shu, even while maintaining his fully focused Sigma Man state, couldn't help but reach out and pat her head.

Who exactly created Xiao Nan? How can she be so cute?

Oh right, it was my lovely mother-in-law who came up with it.

"!"

Suddenly, as he affectionately patted her head, Yamabuki Minami's teary almond-shaped eyes widened abruptly, her heart pounded, and a blush rose to her pretty face.

This seemed to be the first time Xiu Jun had ever touched her on his own initiative, and in such an intimate way at that.

The toilet incident doesn't count; Xiu-jun did that back then to put on an act for his father, but he doesn't need to put on an act now.

"Go ahead and cry. Once you've cried today, you probably won't have to cry anymore."

Stroking her head, Shiratori Xiu could only whisper in his heart, not wanting to disturb his mother-in-law.

Although Xiao Nan will no longer have a father after her parents' divorce, this may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Because Xiao Nan still has her loving mother and her awesome maternal grandfather, and most importantly, she no longer has to worry about her mother being sad or upset.

"Shiratori-kun, am I really divorced?"

After crying silently for a while, Yamabuki's tears finally subsided. She looked up at Shiratori Osamu and couldn't help but ask.

It all happened so fast, so fast that she couldn't react.

Nineteen years of marriage and six months of suffering ended in less than a day after she decided to seek help from Shiratori-kun, a young man.

"Tomorrow, take your lawyer and Mr. Yamabuki to the government office to submit the application and change your household registration. Then you'll be officially divorced. As for the division of property, leave that to the lawyer. Once the agreement is fully implemented, this matter will be completely over."

Shiratori Osamu, who had long since removed his hand from Yamabuki Minami's head, gave her a realistic and detailed response to her incredulous question.

"Uh-huh."

Yamabuki nodded and wrote down what he had said.

This is very important; it concerns her and her daughter's future.

"Mommy~"

Finally, when she could finally get her attention away from the divorce, Minami Yamabuki couldn't hold back any longer and opened her arms to hug her.

"what happened?"

Suddenly, she hugged him tightly, and Yamabuki gently pulled her into his arms before asking.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you this morning. Can you forgive me?"

Burying his head on her shoulder, inhaling her familiar and pleasant fragrance, Yamabuki Minami shook his head, his voice slightly choked with emotion.

Although they talked the whole way home from school, it was as if nothing had happened, and the mother and daughter had a harmonious relationship.

But what happened that morning was like a thorn stuck in her heart, causing a persistent, dull ache.

"It's okay, Mom doesn't blame you. It's just that Mom was too weak and disappointed you too much."

Sensing her guilt and sadness, Yamabuki's tears, which she had finally managed to stop, welled up again.

"Sorry……"

Although she didn't mind, Yamabuki Minami was still very sad and hugged her even tighter.

"Xiao Nan".

Just then, a somewhat hoarse male voice came from the living room outside.

"!"

Upon hearing this voice, the mother and daughter, who were embracing and weeping, were startled and suddenly came to their senses.

To their tender moments, Tomoya Yamabuki's presence was a discordant note, so out of place, so jarring.

"Don't be afraid. He's probably packed his things and is about to leave. He just wants to talk to Xiao Nan before he goes."

Seeing this, Shiratori Shu spoke up to comfort them.

Is he leaving? Where is he going?

Yamabuki was taken aback by his words and asked out of concern almost instinctively.

“He’s leaving, and I don’t know where he’s going. All I know is that he won’t be staying in this house tonight, and he never will, because this house will belong to you from now on, and I made him hand over the keys.”

Seeing his mother-in-law's subconscious reaction, Shiratori Osamu knew that she had not yet been able to detach herself from her role as a wife, so he gave a comprehensive answer in order to make her understand the situation.

"..."

Yamabuki and Yamabuki Minami exchanged a glance, both able to see the surprise and joy in each other's eyes.

"Xiao Nan, go see him. He probably has something to say to you."

Because Old Deng is still waiting outside, Shiratori reminded him.

"But I don't want to talk to him..."

Although Yamabuki Minami liked listening to Shu-kun, she was very resistant to this matter and couldn't help but pout.

"He probably won't leave unless he can talk to you."

Sensing her resentment and aversion towards Old Deng, Shiratori Osamu wanted to go along with her, but in order to end things as soon as possible, he could only advise her.

"Ok."

Seeing that he asked again, Minami Yamabuki knew this was not the time for her to be willful, so she reluctantly got out of her mother's arms and wiped away her tears.

Immediately, the three of them walked out of the room together.

In the living room, Tomoya Yamabuki sat on the sofa. The bloodstains on his forehead had been washed away, revealing a red, swollen, and broken wound.

"what happened?"

Reluctantly, Yamabuki Minami walked forward and asked.

Upon discovering that she wouldn't even call him "Dad," Tomoya Yamabuki's eyelids twitched, then he took a card from his pocket and placed it on the table:

"Here's a debit card for you. The PIN is your mother's birthday."

"What does it mean?"

"This is a study fund I set aside for you a long time ago. There should still be eight million yen left, enough for you to finish university. I'm not sure if you'll be going to the government office with your parents tomorrow, or if I'll be able to see you then, so I'm giving it to you now."

Realizing that he had specifically called her out for this matter, Minami Yamabuki didn't say anything, but just looked at him with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, she felt as if she saw the good father she once knew in him.

"Although I'm getting a divorce from your mother and won't be living with you anymore, I'll always be your father. If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, just call me."

Seeing his daughter's gaze waver, Yamabuki Satoshi realized that she still had feelings for him, and said gently.

"..."

Minami Yamabuki thought her father was up to something again, but this unexpected turn of events left her speechless, her eyes red and her lips pursed.

Why couldn't he be completely evil? They were about to part ways, but suddenly he started playing the good father he used to be.

"Xiaoxue, let's set the time for the office tomorrow afternoon. I'll send you a message at noon to let you know the exact time."

Seeing that his daughter was somewhat moved, Yamabuki Tomoya stopped and looked at his wife instead, not wanting to go too far.

"it is good."

With one arm crossed, Yamabuki stared at him. Seeing that he didn't have anything to say to her, she felt much more relaxed.

If Tomoya still tries to act like a good husband and say things like "I love you," she'll get annoyed.

"Alright, I should go now."

Having settled the matter, Yamabuki Tomoya looked at Shiratori Osamu beside him, then pushed himself up with both hands and stood up.

In fact, a large part of the reason he was able to make up his mind to divorce was because of Shiratori Osamu.

After learning that this guy was from the Hojo family, he was scared, but he also felt much more at ease.

Because his beloved daughter, whom he had protected closely since childhood, hadn't been kidnapped by the blond-haired guy, and he no longer had to worry about this guy taking over his wife's home after their divorce.

Chapter 88 Mission Completed

Tomoya Yamabuki stood up, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the entrance.

Upon reaching the entrance, he righted the suitcase that had fallen to the ground.

This is the suitcase he packed in advance to put on a show for his wife.

To make the act convincing and avoid being exposed, he packed five sets of clothes inside, as well as items necessary for the job... He thought he wouldn't need them this time, but they turned out to be useful.

Putting on his leather shoes, Tomoya Yamabuki simply turned the doorknob, pushed it out, and took a step.

Stepping out of his house, Tomoya Yamabuki, standing outside the gate, turned around to look.

His wife, his daughter, and the blond-haired boy were watching him from the steps of the corridor.

"Let's not say anything, just look at Xiaonan a few more times... That way, after she calms down, she'll remember the regret of not being able to say goodbye properly when we parted, and she'll think of her father when she's alone at night and want to call him."

He noticed that they were not speaking, and Yamabuki Satoshi also remained silent, only gazing at his daughter after a moment of contemplation.

His gaze was deep and unfathomable, seemingly filled with doting affection, reluctance, and sadness.

"..."

Minami Yamabuki felt a little nervous under his gaze, wondering what tricks he was going to play next, and just hoped that he would leave quickly.

Just as her mother had stopped trusting her father, when she returned home and saw him carrying a suitcase, she realized that her father was a two-faced liar.

"Bye-Bye."

After staring at him for about ten seconds, Tomoya Yamabuki quietly said goodbye and closed the door.

He closed the door very gently, and the door didn't move very fast. He simply turned around just as the door was about to close.

He left, leaving with a carefree and decisive air.