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Maki didn't speak, but raised her head, her eyes calm, her gaze sweeping across Shirakawa Natsu's face.
Shirakawa Natsu felt an invisible pressure coming from her, while Aunt Maki remained silent.
He couldn't help but swallow, feeling a dry sensation in his throat.
"Gulp." Shirakawa Natsu swallowed. "I plan to marry them."
Maki gently placed the coffee cup in her hand on the table.
Maki gently placed the coffee cup in her hand on the table.
Her eyes were calm as still water: "They've all grown up, and they can choose their own paths in the future. I hope you can treat them well."
Shirakawa Natsu was momentarily dazed.
At this moment, Aunt Mafei's reaction was beyond his expectations. Her performance was too calm and too ordinary, just like a real mother agreeing to her son-in-law's decision.
"Is there anything else?" Aunt Mafei asked, noticing that he hadn't spoken, clearly reminding him that it was time to leave.
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi's throat bobbed. His aunt's unusual calmness stirred up a strange sense of irritation in him.
He suddenly stood up, as if driven by some force, and recklessly pounced on Ma Fei, knocking her down onto the soft sofa.
The coffee cup slipped from Ma Fei's hand and rolled onto the carpet, splashing up a few brown flowers.
But she did not resist, and was pressed down onto the sofa by him, her gaze calm as she looked into Shirakawa Natsu’s burning eyes.
Shirakawa Natsu's breathing quickened. Looking at her aunt's beautiful face, she gritted her teeth and kissed her fiercely. Their lips touched.
Unlike the usual feeling of being actively guided by his aunt, this time, his aunt didn't move, like a doll, letting him kiss her.
“Auntie…” Bai Chuanxia looked at her, feeling powerless as he looked at the motionless woman in his arms.
He gritted his teeth and placed the aunt's long, black-stockinged legs on the sofa armrest.
Throughout the entire process, Ma Fei offered no resistance.
Half an hour later, the atmosphere in the private room had returned to calm.
Shirakawa Natsu's agitation subsided, and she calmed down.
Aunt Mafei straightened her clothes, gently smoothing out the wrinkles on the hem. Then, she slowly bent down and put on her black high heels.
"I have to go to the police station this afternoon. Will you be back for dinner tonight?"
Shirakawa Natsu sat to the side, head down, not daring to look directly into Aunt Maki's eyes.
Seeing Shirakawa Natsu's dejected look, Mahi sighed softly, put down what she was holding, and slowly walked towards him.
She walked up to Shirakawa Natsu, lowered her head, and gazed at him with tender eyes. A hint of affection flashed in her eyes, and then she lowered her head and gently kissed his forehead.
She gently patted Shirakawa Natsu's head, her voice becoming even softer: "Be good, go keep Hanahi and Kanna company."
Shirakawa Natsu was somewhat at a loss for words due to his aunt's sudden act of gentleness.
Aunt Mafei looked at him and sighed softly, her tone tinged with helplessness: "How do you think I should answer you? Should I tell you to abandon them? Or should I fight with them over who gets your affections?"
Seeing that Shirakawa Natsu's expression was still complicated, she reached out and gently embraced him.
Her movements were natural and gentle, as if she were embracing her own child.
Shirakawa Natsu's body stiffened slightly, and as her face sank in, her whole body relaxed uncontrollably, allowing herself to immerse herself in this sudden warmth.
The aunt's embrace was filled with a faint fragrance, her unique scent that made people feel safe and peaceful.
Even through the thick layer of fat, you could hear the aunt's heartbeat.
"I'm not going anywhere. If you feel guilty, then treat Hana and Kanna well; they are my daughters." Aunt Mahi's tone was gentle.
“I love you, and I love them. I hope you can all be happy, both as mothers and as wives.”
Shirakawa Natsu hugged Aunt Maki tightly. His heart was broken. Endless guilt and self-blame surged up like a tide, almost drowning him.
He felt he owed his aunt so much, and his eyes welled up with tears.
"Give them a wedding." Aunt Mafei gently stroked the back of his hand, gave him a tender smile, and then turned to leave.
Shirakawa Natsu stood there, watching Aunt Maki leave.
Her figure gradually receded into the distance, eventually disappearing at the end of the corridor.
The faint scent of her aunt still lingered on Shirakawa Natsu's palms; it was her unique, comforting fragrance.
The force of the palm strike was extremely heavy, and the crisp sound echoed in the empty corridor, sounding particularly jarring.
He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.
"I deserve to die!"
Tears welled in Shirakawa Natsu's eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
He couldn't remember the last time he had cried. His heart was filled with guilt and pain. He owed Aunt Mafei too much, a debt he could never repay in his lifetime.
Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, but Shirakawa Natsu's mood was completely out of sync with the tranquil atmosphere.
When Shirakawa Natsu returned to the hotel, it was already afternoon.
He sat on the sofa, facing Hana and Kanna.
I briefly recounted my previous conversation with Aunt Mafei.
His tone was heavy, each word seemingly carrying a thousand pounds of weight.
As he narrated, the air in the room seemed to gradually solidify, becoming oppressive and heavy.
Hana and Kanna listened quietly, their eyes flashing with complex emotions.
When Shirakawa Natsu finished explaining his aunt's request—that he simply give the two of them a formal wedding—the room fell into a long silence.
Silence seemed to be an invisible force, pressing down on the nerves of the three people.
"Maybe... I should quit." Kanna bit her lip. "I can't let my mother down. She deserves to be happy."
She looked up at Shirakawa Natsumi. Although she tried to remain calm, her bloodshot eyes betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
“Although she is nominally your daughter, we can stay as we are now. It’s just a title, it’s not that important.”
Hana sat to the side, her expression complicated, her eyes darting back and forth between Kanna and Shirakawa Natsu. She instinctively felt that something was amiss.
Chapter 721 A Playful Gaze
Kanna lowered her head, her eyes red-rimmed, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.
Her hands were clasped together nervously, and her expression clearly showed her guilt towards her aunt. Faced with love and family, after her mother took a step back, she began to struggle with the issue of family.
Shirakawa Natsu sat to the side, wanting to speak, but not knowing how to begin.
This is Kanna, a bit of a green tea bitch, and also very conflicted. She was torn between herself and Mikoto for a long time before, and now she's torn between herself and her mother.
I'm not a bad person at heart; it's just my personality—always looking before I act.
Hua Fei sat on the bed, her legs crossed high, a hint of suspicion on her face.
"Kanna, calm down first." Shirakawa Natsu broke the silence, stepped forward, and gently patted Kanna's shoulder: "Let's give each other some time."
"Hmm." Kanna was in low spirits. After some hesitation, she nodded. She had no desire to let Shirakawa Natsu stay overnight.
Hanahi saw Shirakawa Natsu off as she left the hotel.
As they stepped out of the hotel, night had fallen, streetlights flickered, and their glow cast long shadows on them.
Shirakawa Natsu felt that Hana had something to say to him.
"Let's sit down for a while," Hua Fei suggested softly, pointing to a wooden chair outside the hotel.
“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded in agreement and sat down with Hanahi.
The evening breeze blew, brushing against her long, pink hair, which danced gracefully in the night.
Hana looked at the night sky, while Shirakawa Natsu looked at her profile. Compared to Kanna, Hana had always been more opinionated, and he couldn't guess what she was thinking for a moment.
The two sat quietly.
Hua Fei suddenly stood up: "I'm going back first."
"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, looking at Hanabi with confusion in her eyes.
They had been walking along, and Hua Fei had just sat quietly without saying a word, but now she suddenly wanted to leave, which surprised him.
He looked at Hua Fei and saw that she really intended to leave, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.
He hurriedly stood up and instinctively said, "Wait a minute."
Hua Fei stopped and turned around, looking at him with a sparkle in her eyes.
Under the streetlights, her eyes were bright, and there seemed to be expectation in them.
Looking at her face, which bore a striking resemblance to her aunt's, Shirakawa Natsu felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him. He wanted to say something, but didn't know how to begin.
After a long pause, he finally managed to utter a sentence: "Take care of Kanna."
Hua Fei's eyes, which had been full of expectation, gradually cooled after hearing his words, replaced by an indescribable disappointment.
Under the streetlights, her face appeared even more stern, and the aura she exuded was powerful and cold.
He regained that awe-inspiring aura of a yakuza boss.
Under Shirakawa Natsu's astonished and surprised gaze, Hanahi suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Shirakawa Natsu's collar, and spoke with obvious dissatisfaction and anger:
You really make me angry!
Shirakawa Natsu was startled by her sudden action; he felt his collar being grabbed tightly.
In fact, with his current physical condition, breaking free would have been a piece of cake, but he was instinctively intimidated by Hua Fei.
Hua Fei stared intently into his eyes and said, word by word, "Who do you like? What do you want? Can't you be a little more responsible, you bastard!"
After speaking, Hua Fei gave Shirakawa Natsu a deep look, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Then, she released her grip on Shirakawa Natsu's collar, and without saying another word, turned and left.
Shirakawa Natsu stood there, watching Hanabi's figure gradually disappear into the distance until it vanished at the hotel entrance.
He felt a sense of relief, but also a touch of loss.
Shaking his head, he straightened his collar, which had been crumpled by Hua Fei, turned and walked to a taxi on the side of the road, and took a taxi back to his apartment.
When he opened the apartment door, he saw the lights on in the room, and a warm, homey feeling washed over him.
In the living room, the sound of the television gently echoed as Mikoto sat on the sofa, intently watching the program.
When she saw Shirakawa Natsu return, a smile appeared on her lips, and she raised her hand: "Welcome back."
Looking at Miyuki's handsome face, which possessed a unique feminine charm, Shirakawa Natsu felt a sense of peace for no reason as he observed her calm expression.
He changed his shoes, walked over to Miyuki, lay down in front of her, and rested his head on her lap.
At this moment, my weary body and mind found peace.
"Quickly rub it for me," Shirakawa Natsumi said softly, "My head is throbbing badly right now."
“I don’t know how to massage, but I can try.” Mi Zhi reached out and massaged his temples.
However, the technique was too clumsy, but of course, these things are not important.
Resting her head on her lap, Shirakawa Natsu gradually drifted into a relaxed and peaceful state.
"I suddenly realized that every time I come home, I often end up watching TV in your living room." Shirakawa Natsumi said suddenly, lying on Minoki's long legs, eyes closed, enjoying her massage.
Miyuki's fingers pressed lightly on his temples, her technique rather clumsy, but he didn't have high expectations.
"Hmph." Miyuki chuckled softly, "Because I'm relatively free."
"Is that so?" Shirakawa Natsu replied casually. Compared to the other women, Miyuki did indeed seem more relaxed.
While other women are busy with their own things, she always seems to be at home, always appearing in front of the TV in the living room.
So he always runs into them every time he goes home.
In comparison, other women all have their own jobs or lives.
After his entertainment company stabilized, Miyuki went into semi-retirement.
"Aren't you bored at home every day?" Shirakawa Natsu asked again.
Miyuki leaned back on the sofa: "No."