Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"It's beautifully designed." The boy nodded in agreement.

"Moreover, dreamcatchers are amulets that protect sleep. They are said to filter out nightmares and bring peace and blessings—perfect for Auntie."

The aunt, who had once been Sleeping Beauty, nodded subconsciously, then quickly glanced at the boy again.

"You think it's pretty if you don't even wear it?"

Jun Matsue smiled but didn't say anything. The girl next to him pouted and said, "Then let's try it on."

Wang Yuehua put down the jewelry box and opened the necklace by holding both ends with her hands.

She stared at the glistening apple in the center for a few seconds, then wrapped it around the back of her neck and tossed her long, wavy black hair back.

She unbuttoned the top button of her collar and pinched the silver chain around her neck.

"They're quite comfortable to wear, how do you guys feel?"

"...Quite pretty." Mochizuki Haruka stared at her chest, her gaze slightly tinged with jealousy.

The woman turned her head. "Where's the pine branch?"

"..." Jun Matsue blinked.

A delicate silver chain slid down her aunt's open collar, revealing the exquisite definition of her collarbone and the smooth, delicate skin...

However, if you continue to look down along the silver line, you will find a suddenly rising, beautiful curve—the lucky apple is squeezed in this plump and firm crease, gleaming with an alluring luster.

The boy looked away. "It looks pretty good... The red of the apple makes the skin look whiter."

When Mochizuki Haruka met his gaze, the girl pouted slightly and kicked him discreetly under the table.

Is she jealous of her own aunt, or does she think she's mocking her with her gaze?

"Then I'll wear it today." Wang Yuehua stood up and gave her niece a warm hug.

Thank you, Xiaoyao, I love you~

The woman then returned to her seat and opened her second gift—

Unsurprisingly, it was a box of exceptionally exquisite chocolates. She picked one up and popped it into her mouth, then gave another one to Mochizuki Haruka.

"Although it's nothing new, the taste is pretty good." Aunt nodded.

"Considering that Songzhi promised to cook lunch, I'll consider you pass."

Actually, she wanted to make things difficult for the boy again—but after hearing such a heartfelt and romantic song, that thought naturally disappeared.

"Temporary!" Wang Yuehua emphasized to herself.

Jun Matsueda glanced at the two of them. "So, it's my turn to open the presents?"

The two beautiful girls, one tall and one short, didn't say anything, but simply glanced at each other naturally.

"Let's start with the small ones." He picked up the long, rectangular box in front of him.

"Could they be a pair of very high-quality wooden chopsticks?" the boy joked, shaking them.

“I told Xiaoyao last time that the metal chopsticks she uses are not easy to use.”

"Why are you always thinking about food..." Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes at him, "But this was indeed a gift from me."

Jun Matsueda immediately quickened his pace of unpacking, finally pulling out a tie from the box—

This is a dark blue tie with an embossed pattern and a subtle yet uneven sheen, which, upon closer inspection, evokes the image of a faintly twinkling starry sky.

Jun Matsue lifted it, aligning the end of the tie with himself—embroidered with a burgundy rose, breaking the overall somber impression.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Auntie asked. "This was custom-made by Xiaoyao; she put a lot of thought into it!"

“…It’s very beautiful, I like it very much.” The boy said softly to the tie in front of him.

He suddenly remembered what the girl had said to him in the snow a long, long time ago.

"I will leave like the Little Prince, while you will remain and wait for me like a rose."

"I'm glad Matsugi likes it." Mochizuki Haruka said, her face showing obvious satisfaction.

"Don't rush to try it." The girl looked at the largest box on the table.

"Let's open Aunt's gift first."

Jun Matsueda looked away. "Are those suits inside?"

"Tch." Wang Yuehua curled her lip.

"Since you guessed it, there's no need to open it—the box is empty. I was just trying to play a prank on you."

She leaned back in her chair and stretched vigorously.

"The suit is in Xiaoyao's dressing room. Have the maid take you to try it on."

The boy smiled, got up, and followed the head maid, who had been standing to the side at some point, into the corridor.

A dozen minutes later, steady footsteps came from behind. The women of the Wangyue family turned around in unison to look at the tall figure approaching in the corridor.

Wang Yuehua's eyelashes trembled slightly—the head of the family stood up, licked the remaining chocolate from his lips, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Such a handsome man is worthy of the Mochizuki family name!"

Chapter 825 It's only natural to like the Mochizuki family.

The sound of leather shoes on the carpet was steady and soft. Mochizuki Haruka gently put the chocolate in her hand into her mouth, leaned against the round table, turned around, and looked in the direction from which the footsteps came.

Jun Matsuoka, dressed in a navy blue-black suit, stepped out of the corridor and stopped in front of the two people staring at him intently—he lifted his right heel and stomped his leather shoe on the floor.

"It really fits me well..." the boy said with a smile, tugging at his collar. "It took me a little while to get used to wearing it at first."

“Because it was custom-made.” Wang Yuehua stood up, nodded, and looked him up and down.

A straight back, strong arms, and the well-fitting lines of the suit faithfully outline the inverted triangle shape of the man's broad and muscular chest and narrow waist, followed by long and straight legs...

Jun Matsue isn't the type of guy who's overly muscular or shows obvious signs of exercise. Wearing a suit, he exudes a composure and vigor that's somewhere between a young man and a teenager—just standing there, he has a dazzling energy that draws people to him.

"Men of the Wangyue family should be this handsome!" His aunt stepped forward and patted his arm.

"Don't just stand there like a model, move around and show us what you're made of!"

So the boy started moving again. He walked around the small hall twice, once along the wall and once along the round table.

Passing by the women of the Mochizuki family, Matsueda Jun openly and confidently brushed aside the girl's drooping hair, then picked up a chocolate from in front of his aunt and popped it into his mouth before returning to his seat and relaxing.

"How are you feeling?" Mochizuki Haruka moved her chair closer to him.

"Is there anything that doesn't fit properly, too long or too short? It's okay to send it back and have them alter it."

“It’s nice.” Jun Matsue raised his arm. “It looks beautiful and is very comfortable to wear.”

"Because Xiaoyao knows your size perfectly well." Wang Yuehua snorted softly—the inexperienced girl didn't notice the boy and girl's paused expression.

“I guess you might say something that’s too expensive.” Auntie sat up straight.

“A suit is nothing, and as I’ve said before, you’ll be working for me in the future—a decent suit is a necessity, whether in the workplace or in college.”

She leaned forward, her gaze fixed on the boy.

"Even if you don't have the surname Mochizuki, you'll still be a member of the Mochizuki family. What we have, you should have too—"

"Just remember this identity, treat Xiaoyao well, and do more for the Mochizuki family, do you hear me!"

Jun Matsue nodded gently. "Now that things have come to this, I can no longer live without Haruka or the Mochizuki family."

The woman tilted her chin up proudly and snorted, "That's the charm of the women of the Mochizuki family~"

She looked at the girl lying on the table beside her, "The suit is fine, right? Xiaoyao is satisfied too, isn't she?"

Mochizuki Haruka nodded slightly, resting her hand on the table. "Pretty good."

The girl looked at Jun Matsue, who was wearing a suit—the boy's tie with a starry sky pattern seemed particularly understated, and only she knew that there was a rose that belonged to her at the end of the tie, which was hidden by his coat.

"Even though it's a custom-made suit, I don't think he looks much more handsome than when Matsueda was filming..."

Wang Yuehua raised an eyebrow; Xiao Yao was questioning her taste in choosing a suit.

"Isn't this handsome enough?" She looked at the boy, and Matsueda Jun struck a cool pose. "What do you think is handsome, Haruka?"

Mochizuki sat up and thought for a while, "Maybe I'm wearing too many layers."

"I feel like I look cooler not wearing any clothes."

There was a moment of silence in the small hall. Jun Matsue looked at his aunt across from him and saw two more vivid blushes appear on her face.

"What are you saying!" Wang Yuehua stood up calmly and looked at the two of them.

"The gifts have been exchanged. Pack up what needs to be packed up and replace what needs to be replaced."

She pulled the apple necklace from her chest and placed it outside her clothes, then turned and walked into the corridor.

"I'm going to my study to take care of some routine work. You guys come and keep me company once you're all ready!"

"Then I'll go put the scarf and snowflakes away." Mochizuki Haruka also stood up and yawned.

“I need to change too.” Jun Matsue followed her. “I can’t just keep wearing this suit.”

"Then I'll help you change it!"

The girl's voice was more spirited, and her aunt walked ahead of them, her steps swaying shyly.

Half an hour later, Jun Matsuoka sat in his study at the end of the corridor and looked up at the small window on the wall.

"Pine branch, turn the page."

He lowered his head and nuzzled the cheek of the girl in his arms, then turned a page of the book in front of them.

The clattering of keyboards filled the air, and the boy turned his head to the side.

His aunt was sitting next to him, or rather, next to Mochizuki Haruka—the woman was looking at the computer with a serious expression, the screen displaying a report full of data.

Noticing his gaze, Wang Yuehua's beautiful eyes did not move. She continued to type on the keyboard and turn the pages, only her rosy lips parted slightly.

"Why are you looking at me?" she asked, her tone somewhat serious as she remained engrossed in her work.

"It's rare to see my aunt working," Jun Matsue smiled. "Even in just her home clothes, she exudes a powerful aura."

The powerful woman with a strong presence glanced at him, gave a soft hum, and continued reading the report.

The boy looked down and turned another page of the book, reading the story of the SOS Brigade together with the girl in his arms.

"So, this is how we're going to spend Christmas?"

"What else can we do?" Mochizuki Haruka turned her head and blew on his bangs. "Isn't it just eating fried chicken and cake, and then going shopping together?"

"There's not much to do at Christmas. I don't need the discounts, and the malls and streets are crowded..."

"Because Christmas itself is an event created by consumerism." My aunt, who was working nearby, kept moving around.

"Christmas, Christmas, how many people in Japan actually believe in this? They're just being swayed by commercial propaganda."

You're clearly part of the "commercial promotion" too... Matsueda Jun didn't complain, but changed the subject.

"Spending Christmas at home is fine—so apart from me making lunch later, are there any other activities planned?"

"What other activities would you like to do, Pine Branch?" Mochizuki Haruka asked, looking up from her book.

"The gym, the media room, the music room... and the lawn, the pond, and the woods outside, where would you like to go?"

"But we have to wait until Auntie finishes her business." She sat on the boy's lap and leaned on the shoulder of the person next to her.

"It's so pitiful to leave my aunt here all alone."

"Xiao Yao~~" Wang Yuehua hugged the girl, touched. "You're so good to your aunt~"

Jun Matsue glanced silently at the time on the computer.

"Actually, it's already past nine o'clock, and I should probably start preparing dinner soon."

"Then wait until I finish my work!" Auntie loosened her embrace and glared at him.

"Xiaoyao said you cook very well, I want to see how you do it."

"—She's never even complimented my cooking!"

“Didn’t Auntie taste my cooking?” Jun Matsue blinked. “Back then, when you came to my apartment because of Haruka, you even ate my green pepper, beef, and egg fried rice.”

Perhaps because of the recent embrace, the apple necklace on the woman's chest was once again nestled in her alluring cleavage, shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the small window.

"Really? I don't remember!" Wang Yuehua turned her face away willfully and continued working on the computer.