Tokyo: Starting with a fake boyfriend

"Can you please not leave?"

"it is good."

Recalling the promise Xiu-kun made to her, Yamabuki Minami's anxious heart suddenly calmed down.

However, this time, her unease was not completely dispelled; some lingered.

"It's okay, don't overthink it... He promised me he wouldn't leave, he's just been a little busy lately."

Watching Shiratori Osamu's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Yamabuki Minami stood still, constantly comforting herself in her heart.

Although she vaguely sensed something was wrong—it was too strange that he hadn't come to her house for two days in a row, something that had never happened before, at most a day apart—she still chose to believe him.

After all, Xiu Jun is the most trustworthy person!

Chapter 100 Finally, they fell for it.

"I'm home, Mom."

"Welcome back, Minami... Is Shiratori-kun still busy today?"

Wearing a black fishtail long dress that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, the elegant and gentle Hojo Yuki greeted her at the entrance. Noticing that her daughter had returned alone again today, she asked softly with some disappointment.

Why didn't Shiratori-kun come again today...? She had been waiting since morning, hoping to see him and express her gratitude.

She also wanted to find an opportunity to ask Shiratori-kun what he really meant by saying, "You are a good woman, and I really want you and your daughter to be happy."

"Xiujun said he's been a bit busy lately. He was called in for a private talk by Teacher Dongyun yesterday, so there must be some troublesome things to deal with."

Sensing her mother's disappointment, Minami Yamabuki felt the same disappointment, but still explained.

This was the reasonable explanation she came up with on her way home. Xiu-jun was very smart, extremely smart. It wasn't impossible that even if Teacher Dong-yun needed his help, it wouldn't be impossible.

"Judging by the time, the second semester's final exams are next week. Could it be that Shiratori-kun wants to study hard?"

"It shouldn't be, because Xiujun can also study at our house."

"really……"

Hojo Yuki thought about it carefully and realized that it made sense.

Although she felt it was a pity, she didn't show it. Instead, she told her daughter the good news about the upcoming move.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside an apartment in Toshima Ward, an old air conditioner is humming loudly.

"Ring ring ring!"

The phone alarm rang again, but was stopped by a large hand a moment later.

It was bedtime. Shiratori glanced at the page number in the corner of his textbook: page 112.

"Without the class monitor's study notes, has the learning efficiency really decreased this much?"

Seeing this, Shiratori Shu couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He started learning on Monday, and this morning he finished the 251-page "Mathematics A" book and has begun studying "Mathematics II".

Should I ask the class monitor for my Math II study notes?

Realizing this situation, an idea came to Shiratori Osamu's mind.

Without the class monitor's study notes, his study efficiency dropped from 15 pages per hour to 12 pages per hour. From the perspective of maximizing efficiency, asking for the notes seemed to be the best approach.

At the same time, the scene of leaving school appeared before his eyes.

After seeing his polite refusal, Minami Yamabuki, who was standing under the shade of the tree, had her smiling, pretty face visibly dim, looking disappointed and sad.

"Let's not complicate things and proceed according to the original plan... Besides, we can keep up with the current progress, and if all else fails, we can launch a desperate counterattack."

After pondering for a while, Shiratori Osamu lifted the corner of the last page of the textbook, checked the page number, and then gave up the idea of ​​making contact notes.

Although the class monitor looked very sad today, which made him feel a little guilty, his condition was obviously much better than the night before last.

The squad leader's reaction the night before last was terrifying; it was as if he would break down on the spot if he dared to leave.

Compared to dropping bombshells directly, a gradual approach of reducing contact is the right one.

Based on the current progress, if I show up at the Yamabuki's house on Friday as planned, but don't stay overnight, the class monitor should fully realize his plan... that is, not to contact unless necessary, and not to renew the lease when the term expires.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Thursday, August 15th.

Studying diligently is like a period of seclusion for spiritual cultivation; nothing happens, only steady progress is made.

In the blink of an eye, the school bell rang again for another day at Takeno High School.

Minami Yamabuki: "Shu-kun, Mom says she's planning to move. She's not sure if it's a good idea, and she wants to talk to you about it in person."

Xiu Jun: "That's a good idea, just move it directly."

Minami Yamabuki: "I also think we should move. And let's celebrate Mom and Dad's divorce together, shall we? (smiley face emoji)"

Xiu Jun: "Sorry, I still have things to do today."

The familiar scene repeated itself once again. Yamabuki Minami looked up again at Shiratori Osamu's departing figure, her unease and fear growing stronger.

It's been three days now, and Xiu Jun still has things to do. Nobody knows what he's busy with.

This is very illogical. Xiu Jun is so smart and capable, what kind of troublesome thing could make him busy every day after school? It can't be an alien invasion, right?

"Can you please not leave?"

"it is good."

Minami Yamabuki once again relied on the promise from that day to calm her heart, but this time the effect was worse; she was still uneasy and trembling.

Because the distance between them had been so obvious these past few days, she hadn't been able to say a single word to Xiu Jun since they arrived at school together on Tuesday morning.

However, out of trust in Shiratori Osamu, she didn't delve into the details, but simply pursed her lips tightly, constantly reassuring herself:

“Xiu Jun is the most trustworthy person. He wouldn’t lie to me. He said he wouldn’t leave, and he absolutely won’t leave.”

"Things will eventually come to an end. Tomorrow is Friday, he might come... It would be great if he could come. We're moving on Saturday, so it'll be a good time for him to meet Grandpa. Xiujun was quite curious about Grandpa before."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Friday, October 16th.

In Hokkaido, a huge passenger plane lands at New Chitose Airport under the glow of the setting sun.

As the bustling crowds surged through the traffic, Tomoya Yamabuki and Rio Akari emerged from the airport terminal together.

"We've finally arrived in Hokkaido."

Having finally arrived at his destination, Tomoya Yamabuki looked around at the surrounding scenery and let out a long sigh of relief.

After four days of busy work, he finally managed to completely resolve the issue of asset distribution.

He had too many assets, so this process was very complicated, and the value of the assets had to be strictly assessed... In order to avoid problems with the company's cash flow, he could only piece together funds from various sources and run around everywhere, which was really exhausting.

But it's okay. He'll stay at a hot spring inn in Sapporo tonight and relax with his beautiful secretary. Tomorrow he can go talk to President Shimada about the collaboration.

As long as we secure this record-breaking 180 billion yuan contract, all the hardship and toil will be worthwhile.

"Yes, we've finally arrived in Hokkaido."

Hearing his sigh, Akari Tsumugi Rio, who was following behind him, also breathed a sigh of relief and felt extremely relieved.

"This is really difficult."

Yamabuki Satoshi did not respond to her agreement, but felt as if he were in a different world.

In the past, when he came to Hokkaido for business, he only needed to arrange his itinerary and take off directly. But this time, it felt like he had gone through countless hardships.

So much has happened lately. First, his wife suddenly started crying and making a scene, trying to stop him from going on his business trip every day. Then, his obedient daughter brought her blond boyfriend home. And this blond guy seems to be a lecherous man who likes married women, making him afraid to even go to work, let alone go on a business trip.

Fortunately, the outcome wasn't too bad. Although he lost his wife and daughter, he still had his own career, and he was free!

Once he secures the 180 billion yuan order and his career reaches new heights, he can do whatever he wants and sleep with as many women as he desires.

"Excuse me, are you President Yamabuki?"

Just then, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark suit and tie, wearing a driver's hat and white gloves came up to them and respectfully asked for their instructions.

“That’s right, I am Tomoya Yamabuki.”

Tomoya Yamabuki glanced at him, realized he was the driver, and casually and arrogantly straightened his collar.

"Welcome to Hokkaido. The car is ready. Please follow me."

After confirming their identities, the driver in white gloves bowed respectfully to them and invited them to lead the way.

"Do I have to walk there? Can't you just drive the car over?"

Upon hearing this arrangement, Tomoya Yamabuki immediately expressed his dissatisfaction.

Are you kidding me? He booked the top suite at a five-star hotel with a hot spring, and this is the kind of driver the hotel sent to pick him up? Shouldn't they have picked him up as soon as he got off the plane? Instead, they made him walk off the tarmac and to the main gate.

"terribly sorry."

Faced with his dissatisfaction, the driver did not refute him, but only apologized and continued to lead the way.

"Tsk."

Although Yamabuki Tomoya was very unhappy to see this, he could only purse his lips and follow after pulling his suitcase.

Walking along the sidewalk of the highway and circling the airport, they walked for several minutes before arriving at a black sedan and putting their suitcases in the trunk.

"What rubbish."

After closing the car door and sitting in the back seat, Tomoya Yamabuki's face was dark, and he was in a very bad mood.

The 29 yen per night suite accommodation came with such terrible driver service that he had to walk for several minutes.

"President, the journey ahead is a bit long, please take a break."

Also sitting in the back seat, Akari Tsumugi Rio, wearing a cardigan suit with a skirt, noticed his dissatisfaction and patted her thigh, which was covered in black stockings, with one hand as an invitation.

Upon hearing this, Tomoya Yamabuki reached out and touched her beautiful legs in black stockings before nodding and lying down on his side.

However, just as his head was resting on her soft, plump, and elastic legs, and he closed his eyes comfortably and contentedly, he felt something cover his mouth.

The next moment, a pungent and unpleasant smell wafted over.

"what's the situation?"

Just as Yamabuki Tomoya was about to struggle to his feet and curse that it stank so badly, his mouth and nose were pressed down firmly, and then his consciousness became blurred until everything went black.

"Mr. Suzuki, I've drugged him as you instructed. What should I do next?"

After using a handkerchief to knock him unconscious, Akari Tsumugi Rio looked at the driver in the front seat and asked cautiously.

"You don't need to do anything, just leave the rest to me."

Masao Suzuki looked back and, after confirming that Satoshi Yamabuki had also been drugged, a sinister smirk appeared on his lips.

"Yes."

Seeing his cold and terrifying smile, Akari Tsumugi Rio shuddered and dared not move.

"Finally, they fell for it!"

Masao Suzuki took off his driver's hat and threw it aside, then took off his gloves and threw them on the passenger seat. He ran his hand through his hair and let out a satisfied yet impatient sigh before starting the car and embarking on a pleasant journey.

"..."

Upon noticing the car start, Akari Tsumugi Rio didn't dare to speak or ask where they were going; she simply behaved herself.

More than five months ago, she returned home after accompanying the president on his second business trip, only to find this middle-aged man with a peaceful appearance but a sinister smile sitting on the sofa in her rented apartment.

She was shocked and furious. Her first thought was to call the police, but before she could even take out her phone, a dark-colored handgun with a hole in it was pointed at her head from a distance.

After Mr. Suzuki forced her to calm down, he opened two briefcases filled with 10,000 yuan bills and gave her two choices.

Option A: Act as an intermediary to secretly facilitate a contract worth 180 billion, with a reward of 10 billion in cash, and you can receive a deposit of 2 million first.

Option B: He shot him dead on the spot.

She was terrified at the time. After all, she was just a secretary who had just graduated from college and entered the workforce. She wanted to use her position to curry favor and take shortcuts. She had never seen anything like this before.

10 billion, 10 billion! With this money, she won't need to sleep with old men anymore; instead, she can have handsome young men with her.