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This feeling can only be understood with time.
Sometime in the future, when Kanna looks back, she has an expression that says, "Oh, there was such a thing."
"Let's go." Shirakawa Natsu knew that refusing would only further upset her.
He was feeling agitated, so he decided to go for a walk.
"Thank you." Kanna didn't know why she had inexplicably extended the invitation and suddenly felt a strong urge to do so.
He opened his mouth and said it.
She knew her little scheme had been seen through, but she was still secretly pleased when she heard Shirakawa Natsu agree.
Shirakawa Natsu arrived at the entrance.
Kanna's low-heeled shoes today aren't the sexy and mature style of Aunt Maki; instead, they have the feel of a girl next door coming of age.
The market is not far away.
Kanna walked ahead to pick out vegetables, her steps light and cheerful.
Shirakawa Natsu followed beside her, carrying shopping bags.
This handsome young couple, who are of similar age, attracted envious glances from those around them.
"Here you go." The butcher clearly recognized Kanna, and smiled warmly as he packed the meat and handed it to her.
"Thank you." Kanna accepted it and expressed her gratitude warmly.
The uncle's kind gaze swept over the two of them, and his smile was one of satisfaction.
He didn't say anything, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious to anyone.
Kanna and Shirakawa Natsu walked past the meat stall.
“I used to buy meat here when I was in junior high school,” Kanna explained. “Back then, my mom would come home very late, and I was always the one cooking. The man there took good care of me.”
"Mm." Shirakawa Natsu nodded. It's hard not to know Kanna, such a cute girl, who goes grocery shopping alone every day.
After buying groceries, the two returned home the way they came, and the atmosphere fell silent again.
Kanna walked ahead with her head down, absentmindedly crossing the road.
"Be careful." Shirakawa Natsu grabbed her wrist from behind.
"Huh?" As Kanna was stunned, a car sped past her.
She then realized that she had reached the intersection without even noticing.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I..."
"It's nothing." Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand, seeing her absent-minded appearance, and didn't want to say anything more.
The two returned to their residence.
Kanna didn't open the door. With her back to him, she suddenly spoke: "Natsu-kun, I still can't bring myself to hate you."
Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Then don't hate me."
"No." Kanna turned her back to Shirakawa Natsu, covered her eyes with her wrist, and said in a tearful voice, "I will hate you. I will become very beautiful, even more sexy than Mom. You will regret it later, you will definitely regret it."
"Yes, I definitely will." Shirakawa Natsu stood still, not going forward, watching her back.
She's really given up this time, although it will take a little more time.
"Squeak!"
Suddenly, the sound of brakes broke the atmosphere.
A large black sedan was parked at the street corner.
"An armored car?" Shirakawa Natsu squinted, his hand resting on the pistol at his waist.
The car door opened, and a middle-aged man with only a few hairs left on his head stepped out, smiling innocently.
When Shirakawa Natsu saw the person who came in, he took his hand off the gun handle and said to Kanna, "You go in first, he's looking for me."
"Oh, okay." Kanna nodded obediently, wiped away her tears, and went inside.
Shirakawa Natsu walked up to Uncle Genki and put on a smile: "Uncle Genki, what brings you here to find me?"
"Hehe, I hope I didn't bother you, bro. I was planning to go to your apartment, but you didn't come back all night, so I had to come here instead."
Xuanmu smiled broadly, like a middle-aged man chatting next door.
After he finished laughing, he pointed to the armored car and lowered his voice: "The boss is inside."
"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu walked to the back door, opened it, and said to Inagawa Hanahi in the back seat, "Long time no see."
Inagawa Hanahi, dressed in a high-end women's suit, exuded a subtle aura of authority.
She glanced at Shirakawa Natsumi sideways and said coldly, "Come up and close the door."
"I refuse." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head: "Get to the point."
"Oh." Inagawa Hanahi nodded, maintaining her composure, and shifted her position slightly towards the car door to ensure Shirakawa Natsu could hear her.
"Yuzuriha asked me to inform you that Hikaru Yamagishi is preparing to return."
Chapter 393 Make sure to vomit it all out
“Yamagishi Hika is back? How is that possible?” Shirakawa Natsu’s expression hardened.
Even though a long time has passed, he still feels lingering fear towards Yamagishi Hika.
That mission involving Yanseshan Anbihua was practically a life-or-death situation.
“She changed her identity; she’s an American now.” Inagawa Hanahi’s expression was tense, her worry barely concealed.
"I don't know the specifics either, but Yuzuriha wants to see you."
“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu also knew that the situation was urgent, so he got into the car and sat in the back seat without hesitation.
Genki, working part-time as a driver, started the bulletproof car and sped through the streets of Tokyo toward the Yamagishi Group.
Shirakawa Natsu's expression was gloomy and uncertain. When she saw Uncle Genki, she asked, "Uncle Genki, you are proficient in all kinds of fighting techniques. Compared to Sister Yamagishi, who is stronger?"
In his mind, the ceiling of ordinary people's combat power was Uncle Xuanmu.
Xuanmu gripped the steering wheel: "The one with the gun is stronger."
“Uh, that’s true.” Shirakawa Natsu leaned back in his seat. Yamagishi Hika was dangerous; that kind of coldness was still fresh in his memory.
The vehicle was parked downstairs at the Yamanashi Group building.
Inagawa Hanahi did not go with him; after taking him to the top floor, she left.
Shirakawa Natsu knew Yuzuriha's office, walked to the innermost part, and pushed open the door.
In the spacious office, Yuzuriha Yu sat behind her desk, holding documents in her hand, with a huge floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind her.
From this vantage point, you can see most of Tokyo.
"Yuzuriha-nee, what can I do for you?" Shirakawa Natsu walked up to me.
Yuzuriha Yu wore a well-tailored casual dress, exuding maturity and sexiness, revealing a small portion of her snow-white chest and the cleavage in the middle.
When she heard Shirakawa Natsumi come in, she looked up with a smile on her face: "Natsumi's here, please have a seat."
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu thought she called him for something, but seeing her casual demeanor, he started to wonder again.
I can't figure out what Yuzuriha Yu is thinking at all.
"Hmph." Seeing that he didn't move, Yuzuriha snorted and pretended to be angry: "Aren't you coming over? Don't you recognize me as your older sister? If I don't call you, you'll never come to see your older sister on your own initiative."
"Hehe." Shirakawa Natsu chuckled twice, walked around the huge desk, and went to her side.
Yuzuriha is beautiful, without a doubt; every gesture she makes exudes elegance.
She put down the documents in her hand and stood up from her office chair.
The casual dress had a very short skirt, only reaching the upper thigh, revealing her shapely and slender legs in black stockings.
"Hikari-nee will be back soon, let's go pick her up together." Yuzuriha Yu walked over with a smile, a faint fragrance emanating from her, and took Shirakawa Natsu's hands in hers:
She'll be so happy to see you.
“Okay, let me know when it’s time, I miss Hiyori-nee-san too.” Shirakawa Natsu agreed, of course he didn’t want to go.
But he knew that since Yuzuriha Yu had spoken, he couldn't refuse.
Anyone seeing this scene would assume the two are discussing picking up a relative from the airport.
Shirakawa Natsu knew very well.
Yuzuriha Yu appears to be a gentle older sister, but inside she is a true femme fatale.
After the departure of Hikaru Yamagishi, the sole heir of the Yamagishi Group.
In a very short time, they stabilized people's hearts and eliminated dissidents.
She also coordinated the interests of all parties, stripped the yakuza forces from the group, and gave them to Inagawa Hanahi.
From a widow managing finances, she gained true control of the Yamagishi Group, becoming the behind-the-scenes mastermind of this vast power.
Every step was taken correctly and decisively.
It was as if they had rehearsed it countless times.
Shirakawa Natsu has always suspected that the murder of her husband, which led to Yamagishi Hika's departure, was all orchestrated by her.
"Hmm." A trace of fatigue flashed across Yuzuriha's face as she touched Shirakawa Natsu's cheek, her gaze heavy: "You two are the only people I trust and am close to."
"Sister." Shirakawa Natsumi walked over and let her lean on her.
Whether she trusts herself or not, I don't know, but to say that she is close to Yamagishi Hika is absolutely nonsense.
She was probably the one who most wanted Yamagishi Hikaru's plane to explode, and she may have even made arrangements for it.
When Yamagishi Hika returns, the two will definitely have a dangerous battle.
That's why Inagawa Kahi was so nervous.
Anyone with eyes can see that a storm is brewing, but Yuzuriha Yu is still putting on a show.
"Let me massage your shoulders, sister." Yuzuriha Yu took his hand, and the two walked to the side of the office.
There is a huge bathroom here, no smaller than a swimming pool.
Steam was rising from the water.
As soon as you step inside, it's like entering a fairyland.
Yuzuriha Yu walked to the waterbed, unbuttoned her casual dress, turned her head, and smiled, "Xia, can you help me unhook my bra?"
"Oh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu came up and tried to help her untie it, but after a while, she couldn't find the clasp.
“Ahead~” Yuzuriha Yu smiled.
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. She reached forward and found the zipper. So, since it was a front zipper, why did she have to help herself undo it?
Yuzuriha Yu clearly had no intention of answering his question.
After being untied, she lay on the waterbed, closed her eyes slightly, and began to enjoy the service.
Shirakawa Natsumi pouted; he knew Yuzuriha Yuu wouldn't call him for no reason.
But this femme fatale is too dangerous. If she doesn't tell him, Shirakawa Natsu doesn't dare to ask, lest he fall into her trap.
He picked up the essential oil from the side, poured it into his palm, and rubbed his hands together, releasing a faint fragrance.
It truly lives up to its reputation as a high-end product.
Shirakawa Natsumi stroked Yuzuriha Yu's body with both hands. Her skin was very well-maintained, as fair as a young girl's.
He wasn't in a hurry; he moved slowly and rhythmically, like soaking in warm water, with gentle waves lapping against her body.
Shirakawa Natsu gradually got into the mood, using some special techniques. He also wanted to gain more favor from this woman. Yuzuriha Yu obviously didn't have many men; she was tight and sticky, holding him tightly.
"Hime-nee's purpose in coming back is to find my husband's illegitimate daughter," Yuzuriha Yu said casually with her eyes closed.
"Huh?!" Shirakawa Natsumi shuddered, and Xia immediately vomited.
"Don't come out," Yuzuriha Yuu suddenly said. "Continue, take it slow."
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, not refusing.