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"How to do it?"

Shirakawa Natsumi leaned against the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

The sun shone through the window the next day.

"Xia Xia." A gentle voice called out in his ear.

Shirakawa Natsumi groggily opened her eyes, and Arina asked with concern about her cheek, "Did something happen?"

Youcai was dressed in a simple women's shirt and a pleated skirt that went past her knees. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she exuded the gentle temperament of an older sister. Her face was full of worry.

"Ah, it's nothing." Shirakawa Natsu quickly sat up and smiled. He dared not say that he was too tired from playing S and M with Miyuki last night, so he slept on the sofa.

"Are you really alright?" Youcai asked suspiciously.

"Do I look like something's wrong?" Shirakawa Natsumi stroked Ueno's slender waist and leaned in to kiss her.

"Go away." Ayana dodged and stood up. The two had already established a relationship, but Ayana was still shy.

She always felt that her relationship with Shirakawa Natsu was beyond reproach.

This is also related to why she gave up her medical career.

Youcai broke free from his embrace: "I'm leaving."

She walked towards the entrance, but after a few steps, she turned back, walked back, lowered her head to kiss his forehead, and looked up again: "If anything happens, you must tell me."

"Don't worry, I've got Cai-jie's here," Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile.

Youcai was afraid that he would bother her again so early in the morning, and that she would be late if she was delayed any longer, so after giving her instructions, she quickly left his side.

Looking at Arina's back, Shirakawa Natsumi could always feel Arina's care for her through the little things in life.

He still planned not to tell Youcai about his desire to get married.

He got up from the sofa, washed up, changed his clothes, and went to the Yamanashi Group.

Top floor of the Yamagishi Building, in an office.

Yuzuriha Yuu wore a well-fitting women's suit, exuding the air of a capable female CEO, while also possessing a touch of maturity and charm.

She crossed her legs, her black-stockinged feet hooking onto one of her high heels, swaying back and forth in the air.

"I want to marry them." Shirakawa Natsu told Yuzuriha Yu her thoughts, her gaze shifting from Yuzuriha Yu's black stockings. The sheer black stockings had faint butterfly patterns that could only be seen upon close inspection, adding a strangely sexy allure.

He initially suspected it was a sexy stocking, but after checking the crotch area, he realized it wasn't a split style, but rather a regular pantyhose design.

"Hmph." Yuzuriha Yu's eyes crinkled with amusement: "Does Sina have a share for you, sister?"

"Ahem, I'm serious, is it even possible?" Shirakawa Natsu didn't really want to have any close contact with this femme fatale, but if she really wanted to do it, she would have to ask her: "I don't want to take another nationality either. If I let someone from my own country become the prime minister of Dongguo, is it possible to amend the law?"

“No, that won’t work.” Yuzuriha Yu smiled. “Even the prime minister is subject to checks and balances. Ultimately, this country is the result of political families playing against each other. To change the law, you need the consent of many parties.”

“What if I could change the minds of those in power?” Shirakawa Natsu said, “If I could train all their wives to be prostitutes, politicians wouldn’t want to divorce, and perhaps the polygamy bill would be passed.”

Chapter 588 Beautiful Woman

Yuzuriha Yuu's expression froze as she looked at Shirakawa Natsu. Seeing his serious expression, which didn't seem like he was joking, she realized that the boy in front of her was seriously considering the feasibility of this plan: "You really want to push for legal amendments?"

“Yes.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. “Although it sounds ridiculous, I still want to try. I want to marry them honorably.”

"Pfft." Yuzuriha suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, laughing so hard she was shaking, wiping away tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes: "If you want to amend the Marriage Law, not just supplement it, the Prime Minister needs to submit it to the House of Representatives for review first. After the House passes it, it can be submitted to the Senate. Then it goes through the same process. The process is extremely complicated."

After Yuzuriha finished speaking, she rested her chin on her hand, her eyes filled with amusement: "But in the end, power is nothing more than something held by political families."

She stood up from her chair, wearing high heels, and walked to Shirakawa Natsu, their bodies almost touching: "Among them, the Sato and Suzuki families are two political dynasties with absolute dominance in the political arena. As long as you get the support of these two families, it's only a matter of time before you change this law."

"Oh?" Shirakawa Natsu narrowed one eye. This suggestion seemed much more reliable than him becoming prime minister.

He took a half step back, and Yuzuriha smelled wonderful.

But he really didn't want to have too much contact with such a femme fatale.

"Big sister can help you~" Yuzuriha Yu propped herself up on the desk with both hands, easily sat down, crossed her legs, her black silk stockings and jade feet hooked on her high heels, and gently swung them to touch Shirakawa Natsu's calves.

Shirakawa Natsu leaned back slightly; he knew Yuzuriha Yu all too well.

The woman was only intimate with him because he was useful to her.

"What do you want?" Shirakawa Natsu decided it was better to be clear with her.

“True power.” Yuzuriha Yu stared at him with eyes as sharp as snakes. “You possess magical power. I believe you can control those women, and once you succeed, you will gain unprecedented power.”

Shirakawa Natsu narrowed one eye; he somewhat believed her. Yuzuriha Yu was that kind of woman; she had never hidden her thirst for power.

"You wanted to, didn't you?" Yuzuriha Yu's high heels landed on the ground, her jade-like feet wrapped in black stockings lifted up, her fingertips touching between his feet, gently rotating and rubbing with the soles of her feet: "A noble woman grovels beneath you, letting you ravage and vent your most primal desires and cravings."

"That's enough." Shirakawa Natsu grabbed her little foot. She was quite good with her feet, and Shirakawa Natsu really managed to get her up. "You must have had this planned all along, right?"

He came to his senses at this moment. Yuzuriha Yu had been trying to seduce him, and she must have some strange purpose.

"Hmph~" Yuzuriha winked at him, got off the desk, walked to the office filing cabinet, took out a stack of documents and handed them to him.

"They really prepared a long time ago." Shirakawa Natsu opened the folder, pulled out the documents inside, including a personal file. He was immediately drawn to the person in the photo.

Her long, deep red hair was permed into soft waves and combed to the right. She had almond-shaped eyes with upturned corners, and most striking of all were her deep red lips, which seemed to exude an eerie allure.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the name section.

Suzuki Hanakira, 26 years old, gourmet.

"A food connoisseur?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. She continued reading and saw that Shirakawa Natsu was a senior from Tokyo University who had founded her own restaurant brand after graduation.

He is a somewhat well-known food critic.

Among ordinary people, he's quite impressive, but he's definitely not at the level to attract the attention of a yakuza boss like Yuzuriha Yu.

"Who is this?" Shirakawa Natsu asked.

"Although the eldest daughter of the Suzuki family has concealed her identity, it's not a secret among the upper echelons." Yuzuriha Yu looked at Shirakawa Natsu with a smile, her gaze sweeping over him, and the more she looked, the more she revealed a maternal smile.

"So this is the young lady from one of the two major political worlds in the East that you just mentioned?" Shirakawa Natsu frowned, carefully examining the information once more. "This is... a bit too ordinary."

He was not referring to appearance, of course. Hua Qiluo's appearance was no less than that of a pure and beautiful school beauty. Presumably, she was also a school beauty at Dongda University.

The woman in the photos now possesses a unique and indescribable charm.

But for a political heiress, being a gourmet is quite ordinary.

“Because the Suzuki family needs an adopted son-in-law, not someone to go into politics.” Yuzuriha Yu looked at Shirakawa Natsu with a half-smile.

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, looked at Yuzuriha Yu, and then at the documents in her hand: "So you've been planning this for a while now."

“Yes.” Yuzuriha Yu spread her hands: “But all my people have failed. Women from political families are very difficult to deal with, even if they don’t intend to go into politics.”

"I have no desire to be an adopted son-in-law." Shirakawa Natsu had long heard about the system of adopted sons-in-law in the Eastern Kingdom.

He casually flipped to the next page of the document, which contained photos of Hua Qiluo's parents.

Shirakawa Natsu was stunned when she saw the photo of her mother.

Close the document.

"Tell me your plan."

……

"Hello, my name is Bai Chuanxia, ​​I am 22 years old, and I returned from studying in Yan Country this year. This is my resume." Bai Chuanxia was dressed in a suit and tie. He was already handsome, but after putting on the suit, his sunny boyish image made people feel good.

"Graduated from the Literature Department of a top university in Yan Country." The interviewer was a forty-year-old woman. Her gaze swept over him, and she seemed quite fond of this young and handsome man: "With your resume, you could easily get into some large listed companies. Why do you want to become Miss Hua Qiluo's assistant?"

"Huh? I..." Upon hearing this, Shirakawa Natsumi's face showed a moment of embarrassment, appearing at a loss for words: "I think Tsubaki Catering is a company with humanistic care..."

He spoke for almost ten minutes straight, concluding with, "I hope to learn from President Hanakira."

The interviewer raised an eyebrow. She could hear everything this guy was planning. He was another young man who admired President Hua Qiluo.

She put down the resume and said, "Then get ready. Miss Hua Qiluo is going to participate in a program this afternoon, and you can assist her."

"Huh? So fast?" Shirakawa Natsu seemed at a loss, then nodded quickly, "Okay...okay."

"Okay, Xiaotao, take him to see the president." The interviewer called over a secretary and asked her to take Shirakawa Natsumi with him.

Shirakawa Natsumi left the interview room with the secretary.

"Miss Momo, is the president short of people around him?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked with an innocent smile.

"Huh?" Xiao Tao blushed, momentarily at a loss for words when questioned by such a handsome man. She looked around and lowered her voice: "My former assistant suddenly went crazy a week ago, killed his wife and then committed suicide. You can go around telling everyone."

"Oh." Shirakawa Natsu frowned and followed Momo into a dressing room.

He saw a graceful and beautiful woman sitting in front of her dressing table.

The gourmet, Hana Kira.

Three stylists were circling around her.

Chapter 589 The Art Style Is Off

"Hello! Ms. Hua Qiluo, my name is Bai Chuanxia, ​​and I am 22 years old!" Bai Chuanxia was like a shy boy seeing his goddess, his voice was nervous and his whole body was stiff.

The three stylists were taken aback, turned around, and saw Shirakawa Natsu's handsome appearance, their eyes filled with interest.

Handsome yet youthful younger men always attract more attention.

Hua Qiluo also turned her head, her red wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her makeup mature and glamorous, a smile playing on her lips: "Could you wait a moment?"

“Okay!” Shirakawa Natsu stood up straight, like a college student reporting for military training, then turned around and sat down on the sofa next to her, placing her hands on her thighs, her back straight, looking nervous and restrained.

When dealing with young girls, one should appear mature and gentlemanly.

When dealing with older women, one should act naive and inexperienced.

Shirakawa Natsu watched as three stylists surrounded Hanakira, tidying up her long hair and dress, meticulously examining every detail of her hair.

He sat on the sofa for fifteen minutes.

Hua Qiluo rose from her seat, her skirt somewhere between a formal gown and everyday wear, revealing black stockings through the slit, and high heels that looked expensive and valuable.

She walked up to Shirakawa Natsu, her smile gentle: "Shirakawa-kun, can you drive?"

"Yes!" Shirakawa Natsu jumped up from the sofa.

He originally thought that a goddess like Hua Qiluo would drive a sports car like a Ferrari, but it turned out to be a black Audi SUV.

Although it looks expensive, it's more understated and practical than a sports car.

"You drive quite skillfully; you must drive often." Hua Qiluo sat in the back seat, her posture dignified. There was no one else in the car besides the two of them.

"Hmph." Shirakawa Natsu gripped the steering wheel: "Yan Country's driver's license is the hardest to get in the world. After I returned to Dong Country, I drove for a friend for a month."

"Hmph, then I'll rest for a bit. Wake me up when we get there." Hua Qiluo leaned her head against the back seat, rested her chin on her hand, and closed her eyes.

"Okay, boss." Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Hanakiro through the rearview mirror. She was beautiful, especially in her luxurious attire, which made her look extremely fit and noble.

But something was missing—a commanding presence befitting someone in a position of authority.

This feeling is very mysterious.

Shirakawa Natsu has dealt with many women. For example, when she was with Yuzuriha Yu, being stared at by her eyes felt like having a venomous snake watching you.

Hanakiro is more like a vase, exquisite as a work of art.

"What am I thinking?" Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. A woman like Yuzuriha Yu, who fought her way up from the underworld, would naturally be different from others.

A black SUV travels through the city.

Finally, it stopped downstairs at an upscale restaurant.

"Boss, we've arrived." Shirakawa Natsumi parked the car and turned to call out softly.

Hua Qiluo frowned slightly, then slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were initially filled with the blankness of sleep before returning to a gentle smile: "I think I fell asleep."

"Do you need to rest a little longer?" Shirakawa Natsu got out of the driver's seat, walked around to the back door and opened it.

"Hmph, it's alright, I'm just a little tired." Hua Qiluo extended her hand, and Bai Chuanxia respectfully took it. She stepped out with her right leg, and her slit skirt rode up, revealing more of her black stockings. Her high heels touched the ground, and the skirt fell down, covering the black stockings. At the same time, she withdrew her hand: "Let's go."

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu's gaze left her feet. Although he wasn't a stocking fetishist, for a moment just now, he had wanted to lift her long skirt and take a good look at her black-stockinged feet.

This kind of concealment is what's most alluring.

The two took the elevator to the restaurant.

A waiter immediately led the two to a semi-open private room at the back of the restaurant, near the window.