Chapter 105 Love Triangle on Top of Triangle

Yuushi Oshitari repeated the name Komatsu Naotaka several times in his mind. He didn't know if he had put on a self-beautifying filter unconsciously, but he actually thought the name was very nice!

After pondering for a long time, he suddenly realized that the young master Atobe, who had been nitpicking, seemed to have been silent for a long time.

He had something on his mind, and turned around with a stern expression. Haha, the eldest young master's face was even darker!

Why?

——Because the person on the screen looks so much like Suzuki Sonoko!

It may be that Keigo Atobe had few opportunities to see the real person, but instead had many opportunities to see photos. He was more familiar with 2D images than 3D ones, and he was sure who the person in the painting was almost the moment he saw it.

Ozuki Yuushi was startled by the otherworldly black face, but he put aside his own doubts and tried to comfort him: "What's wrong with you?"

Atobe glanced at him expressionlessly, and the temperature was so cold that Inuzuka shivered.

“This, must be photographed.”

Oshitari: "Huh?"

Atobe Keigo's voice was almost muffled in his throat, his brows furrowed tightly as he shook his head and said, "This kind of thing a man makes specifically for the woman he loves is inherently..."

He paused, deliberately avoiding the topic, and continued, "Furthermore, the clothing in the painting is too casual. For a boudoir item, it carries too much of a sexual connotation. Regardless of the woman's background, she still bears the face of a daughter of the Suzuki family."

If someone with ulterior motives took pictures of it and did something unspeakable - even if they didn't do anything, for example, a local tycoon bought this thing and gave it to his young model lover who was a peripheral model - the eldest daughter of the Suzuki family would not look good!

This is like holding a shit pot and ready to dump it on Suzuki's head at any time!

When Oshitari heard this, he couldn't help but exclaim, thinking that Atobe finally acted like the man he was secretly in love with:

For example, no matter who you look at, they all look like they have the face of your secret crush!

However, the name Suzuki Sonoko was indeed a bit sensitive. He was halfway through complaining in his heart when he couldn't help but think of the silhouette he had seen in the training base three days ago.

He really felt like that at the time, so he subconsciously chased after Suzuki Sonoko and grabbed her.

As for now...

Looking more closely at the image on the screen that was magnified more than ten times, the girl was lazily lying in front of the windowsill, but her posture was particularly graceful and comfortable, which was indeed inconsistent with Suzuki Sonoko's facial expression that turned into an emoticon at the slightest disagreement.

But Atobe seemed to be sure that the person in the words was Suzuki.

Is it really alike? After all, Yuushi Ozuki and Suzuki are not familiar with each other. But thinking about it at this moment, the way Suzuki Sonoko looked at him when they met by chance three days ago was indeed not normal.

Thinking of this, the young Oshitari's heartbeat accelerated: If reincarnation is real, then the images remaining in his mind are really the memories of his past life as a city lord...

——Then maybe the city lord’s wife has also been reincarnated?

——Maybe the other person really remembers more than him and remembers it earlier than him!

But if she remembered, why didn't she tell me directly?

There is no enmity between the Suzuki family and the Oshizuka family, so it is not impossible to arrange a child marriage.

Oshitari-kun thought about it for a long time, and finally thought: Maybe one has to reach a certain age before some memories can be recovered. Suzuki Sonoko is more than a year older than him, so she remembered it earlier than him.

Then Oshitari had an idea, and realized that it was indeed the Suzuki family who took the initiative to propose the marriage with Oshitari!

Could it be...

No, he thought again: This matter is hard to say, because the person the Suzuki family specifically wanted to marry was his cousin Ken'ye Ozuki.

The boy with navy blue hair and eyes took three deep breaths and thought to himself that he had to calm down!

Because the story of the couple who lost their country was more in line with his aesthetic standards, he actually wanted to believe it, so he kept looking for evidence subconsciously to convince himself.

It is unreliable to think at this time. Yuushi Ozuki said calmly: This analysis actually has no evidence. Not to mention that he thinks the screen and the princess are similar, he also said that the person in the screen looks like the daughter of the Suzuki family. This is clearly Xiaojing's wishful thinking after putting on a filter.

It’s not certain whether it is a face or not!

After figuring it out, he quickly came back to his senses. At this time, the auction of this screen had reached a fever pitch.

Oshitari observed and found that besides Atobe, there seemed to be another person next door who was holding up the sign very persistently, almost competing with the young master Atobe in bidding.

The reserve price has more than doubled, and there's no sign of it stopping.

At this point, the price was already abnormally high. It wasn't that Ji Bu couldn't spend it, but it was difficult to explain to the elders at home that he had spent such a large sum of money for no reason.

As the bidding came to an end, the screen was covered with a curtain and carried into the buyer's box almost the next second after the final decision was made.

"Yushi, follow me."

Oshitari: ...

Oshitari: "Where are you going?"

Atobe sighed and said, "No matter who the buyer is, we have to persuade him to send the item to the Suzuki family for reimbursement. This will not only save face, but also help him. Otherwise, if he gives it to the wrong person and it gets exposed, he might get into trouble."

Inuzaka originally wanted to say what this has to do with him, but before he said it, he had an idea. Since Xiao Jing said it was so sure, he might as well go and see it with his own eyes.

He thought about it and said, "Okay."

This kind of (not very legal) private auction pays the most attention to the personal privacy of the guests. The identity of the buyer was originally difficult to find out. Fortunately, the buyer was very generous. When he received the goods, he didn't even wear a mask and appeared in front of everyone.

It's Ximen Sojiro.

The headmaster, who came from the world of tea ceremony, had a tone as gentle as his appearance (it was hard to say what he was like inside), but he made people feel very comfortable when communicating with him. He sat on the soft chair in the box and explained to the two visitors with a helpless smile.

"Although I don't mind this kind of thing anymore, some ideas still exist. This thing has too much connotation of intimacy, and it's not good if it's bought by another man."

"Whether it's for her own use or as a gift, Yuanzi always looks unhappy." He paused abruptly, and the polite smile on his face suddenly became more genuine. "In that case, why don't I just go through the trouble and buy it for her personally?"

On the other side of the desk, Atobe Keigo opened his mouth silently but didn't say anything.

This was what he had meant originally, and besides, he didn't even have the standing to do this - Suzuki and Atobe were not even partners. Strictly speaking, Atobe Securities was closer to the Daomingsi family.

It would be natural for Ximen Sojiro, her ex-fiancé, to do this kind of thing.

He was willing to give more reminders when encountering such things. In Ximen's eyes, the character of his junior fellow student Keigo Atobe could be said to be very excellent. He originally wanted to chat with him for a while. After all, the age difference was only three or four years. Although there were huge differences in their youth, after entering the business world in the future, they could basically be regarded as the same generation. It would never hurt to communicate more.

At this moment, Ximen's eyes swept across the screen standing beside him. Onochi-kun, who came with Atobe, was standing blankly in front of the painting. He obviously did not do anything, but the aura emanating from his back unexpectedly made him frown involuntarily.

"Oshitari-kun...do you feel something is wrong?"

"well?"

Mr. Ozaki came back to his senses in a daze, and subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with the tone of this sentence. As a verbal carnivore, he was a little resistant to real carnivorous men. Fortunately, his instinct was still there at this time, and he responded very appropriately.

He sighed seemingly unintentionally and said, "I was just a little surprised."

"Xiao Jing just said that the lady on the screen looks a lot like Ms. Suzuki, but I looked at her for a long time and didn't feel anything," Oshitari paused, suppressing his unconsciously rapid heartbeat, and said, "Maybe it's just that we're not familiar with each other, but if the two people really look the same - that would be amazing!"

"People five hundred years ago are the same as people today?"

Following his words, Ximen naturally looked towards the screen. Finally, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "This might be the difference caused by familiarity. As for why they look alike, aren't there often photos of people from over a hundred years ago who look identical to modern celebrities?"

"It can always be explained from a biological perspective."

"Even if science can't explain it," Simon suddenly smiled and said jokingly, "perhaps this is exactly Yuanzi's past life?"

He laughed to himself for a while, then looked up at the screen. His bright eyes gradually became silent. Although his smile remained unchanged, some helplessness gradually emerged in his eyes.

"That guy must have been born into a good family in every life. He has never been suited to hardship."

At this point, her voice dropped to a whisper, a mixture of doting and disdain coexisting: "...With her appearance, how can she look like a princess at all?"

——He has a big appetite and eats violently. He has learned etiquette for a long time, but he is too lazy to use it most of the time. He must vent his anger immediately when he gets angry. He doesn't care about his image when he is upset. He will bang his head on the table if he disagrees with something and is just being hard on himself.

He speaks incoherently. Although he has read many books, he has not developed any elegant hobbies. He is obviously a master at making tea and is very arrogant in front of the elders of the Ximen family.

But as long as she is not at Ximen's house, she would rather drink oolong tea bottled on the street than make it herself.

Oh, that's not right.

Ximen Sojiro almost had a headache and smiled bitterly as he thought: She drinks carbonated drinks or fruit juice much more frequently than bottled oolong tea. After all, judging by her passionate love for sweets, she doesn't seem like someone who likes to drink tea.

It was really hard for her to study so hard without any interest. It seems so rare to see someone so serious.

In addition, Sonoko seems to drink tea only when she goes out with him. When she goes out with Xiaolan, the photos posted on social networks are all of her drinking sweet drinks.

Wow, Ximen thought a little funny, so at that time, Miss Suzuki was actually accommodating me?

Three whole years later, he suddenly realized that the other party had been considerate to him back then...

How to say it, Ximen touched the smooth skin behind the ear of the girl's portrait on the screen. The "skin" made of jade had a cool and fleshy feel.

Some people are naturally understanding and can give you 100% consideration and the same to others.

In comparison, the good one is lukewarm.

Some people are born without the ability to be considerate of others. They are just a big "self". Even if they try their best, they can only pay attention to certain details. Even if they are nice to others, their kindness is extremely poor.

If I had to give this a score, the maximum would be ten.

——Because the target was that character “Yuanzi”, this little attention to the drink might not even be worth the indulgence for others, but now thinking about it, it is actually very rare and precious.

This won’t work, Ximen Sojiro.

The more you imagine, the more perfect you will complete the shadow. Human memory can be deceiving - the original fifty-point love is pushed to a passing score, whether true or false, because of the unwillingness to separate suddenly, and it slowly ferments because it cannot be obtained.

Even when they decided to get engaged, he was still complaining about the silly girl from the Suzuki family having many problems.

Even during the period when they had just broken up, he was determined and unwilling to get her back, but he also clearly remembered that he was a heartless idiot. Although he was full of drive at the time, he was mentally prepared to tolerate all of Yuanzi's bad habits.

Countless people have proven that marriage and love are two completely different things, and the lack of time spent together after formal marriage is a powerful weapon that erodes feelings.

——But for the current Ximen Sojiro, his impression of Suzuki Sonoko had been dug out too thoroughly through his repeated recollections.

The images of her figure in my memory have been beautified again and again, so that now, when I think of that "annoying" guy, the original corresponding [bad habits] and [advantages] have evolved into [not so cute points] and [very cute points].

If this goes on any longer, Ximen suddenly recalls the fleeting glimpse he had in the restaurant more than two months ago. He saw her standing there naively, and he couldn't help but smile at her. He thought hopelessly: If this goes on any longer, his feelings for Yuanzi will really turn into the most stupid and hopeless kind of love.

——The next time I see that silly girl from the Suzuki family, I might really be unable to help but hug her before I say hello rationally.

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The next afternoon, the silly girl from the Suzuki family was staying at home reading some materials.

——This is the information of those outstanding young people who have been selected for physical examinations.

After she (barely) completed her mission of appearing in public, the old men used their power for their own benefit and gave her the black box.

After all, the third generation is yet to be born, and her Suzuki family is still short of a good sperm.

In terms of qualifications, he must at least be a genius.

Speaking of which...

Yuanzi studied the information for a long time. Maybe the Dresden Slate really had some catalytic effect. Well-known geniuses appeared in waves, while ordinary elite players couldn't even get a cool nickname!

She finally turned to the middle page and happened to find her brother-in-law, Yuushi Ozaki, who had the title of "genius" written into his personality. But after all, she had been married to the younger brother of the Ozaki family, and the nicknames she gave him were all of the type that her brother-in-law, who had a strong sense of ethics, took seriously. When she studied him...she always felt that something was odd!

Not long after quickly turning the page, another outstanding contestant with the word "genius" written into the settings appeared in the Youth Academy's file folder.

Fuji Shusuke.

Brown hair and blue eyes, it's just an ID photo, but it actually looks pretty good...

wrong!

Suzuki Sonoko had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and instantly returned to three months ago: I have seen this person before!

Isn’t this that guy? She couldn’t remember his name for a moment: the one who generously lent me his cell phone on that life-or-death day at the amusement park!

Yes, Yuanzi also remembered another thing: she seemed to have promised him that she would repay him with a spring of gratitude... and that she would return ten mobile phones to him.

She seems to have forgotten about this?

So she naturally lowered her head, scrolled to the end of the page to look at her home address, calmly picked up the pager next to her, and called the housekeeper to quickly deliver ten mobile phones to Fujizhai, No. XX, Block XX.

The butler is a little older than Uncle Suzuki. He doesn't do odd jobs most of the time, and sometimes he is more reliable than Sonoko herself when it comes to taking care of things.

The old man knew that she had been squatting in the house looking through information this morning in order to choose an excellent father for the future young master and young lady. He thought that since there had been no movement for most of the day, he thought that Miss Sonoko was busy playing games again. He didn't expect that she had persisted and been doing serious work!

Is that Fuji Shusuke-kun?

Is this the first alternative target?

——Although (sperm matching) is essentially a transaction, will normal people really not block you if you simply give away ten mobile phones?

The butler is quite old and works diligently for the Suzuki family. He immediately decides to fill in the gaps for the second young lady: he will go to Fujiya to deliver the goods in person, and by the way, observe whether this person is reliable!

If it's reliable, even if he has to use all his strength, he will help Miss Sonoko to get the negative favorability caused by the critical hit of the ten favorability mobile phones back on track!

So the old butler selected a team of low-key, luxurious and meaningful luxury cars and went there in a swagger.

An hour later, at the intersection of XX road in XX block where Fujizhai is located.

Neighbors gathered in groups of three or four. In the middle were four shiny luxury cars. Eight burly men wearing black sunglasses stood expressionlessly behind a white-haired old man.

The old man was as skinny as a bamboo pole, but his back was as straight as a bamboo pole. His one-sided glasses hung by a chain, and a square handkerchief was neatly tucked into his chest pocket.

The old man walked to the front door of Buerzhai in two steps and cleared his throat solemnly. It was unknown what he was thinking about, but he didn't knock on the door for a long time.

Grandpa, the housekeeper: The lawn is very neat. Although the variety of flowers and plants is monotonous, the arrangement is very romantic. It seems that this family has a great interest in life...

"Excuse me--"

The voice of a young boy who had not yet changed sounded uncertainly in the old man's ears. The butler slowly turned his head and saw a melancholy-looking Fuji-kun.

"Oh, is that Fuji Yuta-kun?"

Yuta was taken aback by his question and rubbed the back of his head in confusion, "Do you...know me?"

"It's not like we know each other."

The butler nodded and said, "The purpose of this trip is actually to visit your brother—"

"well!?"

Fuji Yuta subconsciously took a defensive stance: "What do you want from him?"

The butler looked at the young man's straightforward expression of emotion with amusement, calmly took a large box from the bodyguard and politely handed it to the young man.

"This is a meeting gift that my young lady prepared for Fuji Shusuke-kun. Please accept it."

Fuji Yuta:......

Yuta Fuji: My future sister-in-law is here?

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Ten minutes later, inside Fuji's house.

——To be honest, if his younger brother hadn’t walked in with a cell phone in his hand, Fuji Shusuke would have never remembered that quick encounter at the amusement park.

It’s just a good deed a day. Is there really a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who would remember to repay you?

Thinking of this, Fuji-kun looked out the window. The four cars were still parked end to end, and the degree of obstruction was comparable to that of the official roadblocks.

Looking at the old man on the sofa in front of him (most of the time, Fuji would not use such words to address an elderly person), but the attitude of this old man...

How to say it.

At first he was very picky, and every word he uttered seemed to be dissected from inside out by the old man. Later he seemed to be very satisfied, and his attitude inexplicably became very kind, and even the way he addressed him changed from "Fuji Shusuke-kun" to "Master Shusuke" without him noticing.

——The housekeeper mainly considered that he might become the father of the third generation Suzuki, so he still had to have an attitude.

All in all, in the eyes of the confused Fuji Shusuke, the scene before him was like a cloud of confusion. The old man looked like a well-educated gentleman, but his attitude was unreasonably friendly, and he was as attentive as a matchmaker with a mole on the corner of his mouth.

The matchmaker was still trying to get him to accept ten identical mobile phones.

Fuji felt that he couldn't stop.

The old man's attitude made him feel that this thing was like a contract to sell his body. If he accepted it, he would have to give up his personal freedom.

"Are you... dissatisfied with these gifts?"

"No, no, no," Fuji-kun even opened his eyes: "I just feel unworthy of it. After all, I was just helping out. I don't care whether I'm thanked or not."

When the old housekeeper heard this, he said: Oh my, there is actually a background story between this Fuji-kun and Miss Sonoko?

It's no wonder Miss Sonoko chose him...

Thinking of this, he looked at the determined Fuji-kun (who didn't ask for any thank-you gift, proving that he was not corrupted by money), and felt more and more satisfied.

On the other side, the determined Fujimaki was almost about to let him see his hair.

"Let's do this."

Fuji Shusuke thought for a moment and gently suggested, "I know it's your duty, but could you please allow me to communicate directly with, uh, Miss Sonoko?"

Judging from his limited memory, Miss Suzuki herself was quite receptive.

When the housekeeper heard this, he was stunned.

"You actually think so?"

Fuji Shusuke: “…”

Fuji Shusuke: “…Yes!”

"Okay then," the old gentleman seemed to be considering something, and finally took out a special phone from his underwear pocket and dialed the call channel in the house that was dedicated to Miss Sonoko.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Miss."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

“Actually, yes.”

Yuanzi thought it was just a thank you gift. It was a quick trip and if she was more efficient she could even skip the formalities of having a cup of tea. Why would she bother with the trouble of making an extra phone call?

"For reasons unknown to me, Fuji Shusuke-san...seems quite opposed to the gift you chose."

At this point, the old man inexplicably recalled his young lady's bumpy love life and nearly choked up on the spot. "He believes that I can't truly convey the meaning of both parties and requires a face-to-face communication with you. Do you agree?"

Suzuki Sonoko: ...

Suzuki Sonoko: Interview? What does this guy named Fuji Shusuke want to do?

The other side.

Fuji Shusuke: ...

Fuji Shusuke: No, I didn’t. I just wanted to talk to someone who knows what’s going on and find out what’s going on!

However, the Suzuki family's self-centeredness and lack of logical reasoning are probably inherited from their ancestors and are intermittently contagious.

Although Miss Suzuki looked confused, she subconsciously believed that Fuji was a good person. She thought that this person might really have something to say to her, so she just came.

After receiving the order, Butler Suzuki was even more decisive and raised his hand to invite Master Fuji Shusuke to go out and get in the car.

Fuji Yuuta has been watching for half a day, and now he finally feels that he has a general understanding of it.

——His brother...is going to be kidnapped!

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Another hour later, the shiny convoy returned to Suzuki's house.

After passing through four gates in a row, it seemed as if they had driven directly into a deep mountain. After passing by two sizable groves outside the window, Fuji Shusuke finally stood in front of the gate of the Suzuki family's main residence with an expressionless face.

I always feel that it is understandable that people who live in such a large and extravagant house cannot speak Mandarin very well.

——He could no longer remember the lady's specific appearance. After all, his initial impression was that she was just an ordinary passerby who looked quite interesting.

It was said to be a reunion after a long separation, but in fact it was the first time we met.

Miss Suzuki Sonoko was wearing a colorful home outfit and a very fluffy blanket (which didn't match the style of the air-conditioned room at all). The huge room was littered with pillows, all kinds of them like a candy house in a fantasy movie. She squatted in the pile of candies and looked at him with the same unfamiliar eyes.

"You... have something to ask me?"

Bu Erxin knew that this was obviously what you were looking for, and subconsciously glanced at the desk in front of her, which was filled with layers of information.

Knowing that the person concerned was coming, Yuanzi put away the inspection files that were used for personal gain after hanging up the phone. Anyway, there were a lot of things that needed her to deal with, so she would never lack documents to read.

Especially at this juncture, her wedding with Emiya Kiritsugu has been slowly put on the agenda. She doesn't have to worry about anything else, but she has to take care of things like the dress herself.

Fuji originally had no intention of invading other people's privacy, but this dress was custom-designed by the lady of the Hitachiin family. The size of the design was almost the same as the real person, and it was hung there like a decorative painting, with bright colors and very eye-catching.

In this situation, pretending not to see it seems like I'm deliberately avoiding it...

So Fuji-kun thought about it and asked naturally, "Are you getting married?"

"Yeah."

Miss Suzuki naturally joined his chat channel and asked proudly, "Is it pretty?"

Fuji-kun took a closer look with an appreciative attitude, nodded and praised: "It is indeed very beautiful."

Miss Suzuki immediately became proud, and Fuji seemed to see a pair of cat ears standing up and shaking above her head.

"Actually, the groom's suit looks great too!"

After saying that, she pulled out another scroll from the pile of information (yes, Mrs. Hitachiin used scrolls to draw pictures), and proudly opened it to show off to him.

"Look at this matching outerwear. It's said to be inspired by a world-famous painting. Even though it's in a Western style, it looks so perfect with the dress I requested! Amazing!"

Fuji Shusuke thought for a moment and said, "It's really amazing."

Yuanzi sighed for a long time, then suddenly came to her senses. She turned around and asked him curiously, "What on earth do you want to talk to me about? You actually went to all the trouble to come here. Is there something wrong that you need my help with?"

Sonoko thought that even if it was just for that fleeting romance (…), as long as it wasn’t something too troublesome, she would still be willing to help.

However, Fuji Shusuke and she almost looked at each other in confusion - in fact, he didn't know how he was brought here.

However: "It's nothing serious, but your behavior does cause me some trouble."

Sonoko: “Huh?”

Fuji: "For example, the cell phone you gave me - I know that was what you promised - but I just thought it was a joke at the time. We don't have enough members in our family to reasonably digest all these items."

"For example, the scene when you gave away the cell phone..."

He racked his brains and finally came up with a similar adjective: "It's easy for neighbors to misunderstand that there are some discordant interactions between me and other people in society."

Suzuki Sonoko suddenly realized.

"Do your neighbors think I'm supporting you?"

Fuji Shusuke: ...

Fuji Shusuke: "That's fine too."

Miss Suzuki was silent for a while with an unclear expression, then suddenly looked up.

"Then forget it."

She was surprisingly easy to communicate with: "If you don't want it, just leave it. If it's hard to explain to others, just say you bravely saved me and our family came to thank you."

"If you think it's inconvenient to explain it to everyone in the neighborhood, we can pick a date and publish a thank-you letter in the newspaper... Is that okay with you?"

"If the newspaper isn't intuitive enough, how about a TV show?"

Fuji suddenly felt a little flattered.

——It seems that Ms. Suzuki is just a passerby whose logic is a bit strange, but she can still communicate!

But the butler...

Fujin, who often accompanies his sister in watching prime-time TV dramas, thinks: He really does look like the evil mother-in-law from a romance drama.

Just as I thought of this, the housekeeper came knocking on the door.

The old man was very concerned about the host's situation. He thought that the two people in the house were having some kind of beautiful soul communication and he felt embarrassed to disturb them.

But since the incident has already happened, it must be faced. He has been trying to stop it for nearly ten minutes, but Master Ximen Sojiro is, after all, one of his "own people" who once had free access to the Suzuki residence. Ordinary reasons cannot get rid of him.

Imagining the coming Shura field, the old butler's expression became very serious.

He said in a deep voice, "Miss Yuanzi." After that, he deliberately glanced at Bu Er who was standing beside him, and then said, "Young Master Ximen is here."

Just as he expected, Miss Sonoko was shocked on the spot.

Mr. Fuji was the only one left out of the situation. He first keenly sensed the suddenly dangerous atmosphere, and then became worried about his own safety with a helpless smile.

"Excuse me for being blunt," Fuji asked with a smile, "Is this your enemy who's knocking on your door? I'm just passing by innocently. Could you please let me hide for a while... or should I just leave?"

Suzuki Sonoko turned to look at him in a daze, then shook her head a little slowly.

She said no, it had nothing to do with the enemy.

I was shocked: "Simon's illness... is actually getting better?!"

Fuji: "That Ximen Jun, is he ill?"

Yuanzi thought for a moment and replied, "He's crazy."

"We should still be considered friends, but he often ignores me. He doesn't reply to an email for ten days or half a month, and sometimes he doesn't even answer my phone calls. But when we run into each other, he inexplicably acts so familiar that his hugs seem so natural!"

"Whenever I ask him for help, he's very enthusiastic, but afterward, he becomes inexplicably cold."

At this point, Sonoko concluded uncertainly, "Anyway, I feel like making friends with... a feeling of ice and fire (?)."

"I'm often confused too."

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Ximen Sojiro came to deliver a screen.

The porters carrying the shelves went straight into the lobby. Ximen had originally entered the Suzuki family's door with great anticipation, but was blocked in the front hall by the butler.

Although it was clearly said that he would entertain them first, Ximen could still see a hint of caution from this familiar old gentleman.

He almost subconsciously realized the meaning behind this warning.

——It is impossible for a man named Ximen like him to rob the Suzuki family’s money in public, so this kind of vigilance can only be because the housekeeper thinks that something is happening in the house, or around his master Sonoko, which is not suitable for him to participate in.

Considering the attributes of his former brother-in-law...

Seeing the old man's complicated expression, Ximen felt a little funny in his heart: the recent messages have been one after another, but the essence remains the same, that is, Suzuki Sonoko has found the true love she wants to spend her life with.

A commoner who made her almost overturn her code of conduct for the past ten years and marry him even if she had to take on the responsibility of being the heir again.

But so what?

Ximen's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the overflowing light almost illuminated the already extremely dazzling face: No one in the world has a better say than him about how long Suzuki Sonoko's love can last.

She loved herself so much that the elders of the Suzuki family were worried that she would give up the family business, so they waited for eight months before officially getting engaged.

Now, I'm just being willful and making a fuss, wanting to be with an inappropriate person.

No longer than three to five years will be enough.

So when the old man's fierce gaze reached him, he was left with a series of awkward laughter and tears.

When he entered the lounge of the garden, as expected, his ex-fiancée, who was madly in love, was staring at a strange brown-haired boy in silence.

Not far from where they were standing, a set of wedding gowns were hung facing each other and were being evaluated. A pile of information was scattered on the table in a mess. Judging from the large font size, most of the information was about wedding schedules, banquet details, and the like.

So they're discussing marriage...

He almost subconsciously fixed his eyes on the brown-haired boy, and even he himself found the pickyness in his eyes funny. He thought that this commoner's true love was really good. But since Sonoko could fall in love with this type of person at first sight, why didn't she feel anything at all when she first saw Hanazawa Rui?

Although the newcomer Ximen Jun smiled politely, Fuji Shusuke felt a murderous aura from him for no reason.

The next second, as he walked quickly into the room, the sharp sense of oppression disappeared even more abruptly, as if it was just an illusion.

Ximen Jun walked past him very calmly, as naturally as if there was no such person as Fuji Shusuke in the room, and greeted Suzuki Sonoko with a smile.

Just as the girl stood up a little late and waved hello, he took a few steps forward more naturally, took her in his arms, and gave Miss Suzuki a tight hug.

Yuanzi was stunned by Ximen's hug, and her nose was instantly filled with the smell of cologne.

Soft hair rubbed against her ears gently. She turned her head to look at Simon with limited vision. He was wearing a pair of dark green earrings on his ears.

The beautiful young man sighed long and satisfied in her ears (what was he satisfied with?). The next second, he leaned his head close to her ear and said with a familiar and intimate smile: "Long time no see, Yuanzi."

Yuanzi felt that the scene was so beautiful that she was almost overwhelmed. She was stunned for a long time before she replied with a "hmm" sound, "Long time no see."

Only after she finished speaking did the hug, which had lasted for nearly nine minutes, finally end.

Ximen Sojiro's hand on her shoulder moved slightly, as if he was looking her over carefully, then he bent down and touched her nose affectionately, sighed, and raised his hand to touch Yuanzi's hair.

The slender five fingers were almost sunk into the dense hair, and even if they just moved slightly, they seemed particularly affectionate.

The lingering garden even wanted to shrink back.

Ximen Soujiro almost instantly sensed this discomfort, and took a half step back at the right moment, sighing cheerfully, "It's been so long since we last met that I didn't even notice anything. Only after meeting did I realize how much I missed you..."

Just as Sonoko was about to say "I didn't think of you" in a daze, the hidden sense of crisis flashed and turned into the same sticky "Hmm" when it reached her lips.

She said obediently, "I miss you a little too."

"Liar!" Simon laughed.

Yuanzi felt very aggrieved.

——It turns out that she can only rely on pretending to be expressionless to maintain her composure and status in this life. Once she needs to lie to others with real feelings, she will be exposed in minutes!

However, Ximen understood her almost better than she did herself. While it was funny, he couldn't help but think that this long-lost aggrieved face was really cute.

He sighed, seemingly exhausted, and said with a smile, "As a reward for lying to me, let me hug you for a little longer."

At this moment, Yuanzi had another flash of inspiration, and a fragment of memory came to her mind: when she fought with Daomingsi in the restaurant last time, she discovered from certain details that Ximen seemed to really like her.

But now think about it, this guy obviously likes her, but usually doesn't want to pay attention to me, and his behavior pattern is very inconsistent. If this series of slightly intimate actions were not so natural, she would have almost forgotten that Ximen also had a setting of [liking her].

In the blink of an eye, she was hugged again.

Yuanzi struggled subconsciously and dodged easily.

Simon can't do that.

Regardless of his status or family background, it is absolutely impossible for him to be chosen as the father of the child.

And as mentioned before, the way he likes people is really weird in Yuanzi's opinion. For a girl with a strong girlish heart, her ideal love must be filled with all kinds of pampering and naive plots. She will definitely be manic if she is always treated coldly.

Compared to Ximen, from a genetic perspective, the genius Bu Er is even more reliable!

Thinking of this, she subconsciously glanced at Bu Er.

Fuji-kun had inexplicably felt a bit redundant since a while ago, and was now enjoying the mosaic painting on the dome.

Look at the sky and the earth, but don’t look at people.

Years later, he suddenly felt a murderous aura again.

This would make me a little distressed...

The innocent Fuji-kun sighed in his heart and was too lazy to pretend to be blind. If someone insisted on staring at him, he could just look back.

When Ximen Sojiro met those ice-blue eyes, he was not surprised to see the unmoved calmness in them.

This is also normal.

——No matter how uncouth Suzuki Sonoko is, she still has the ability to judge people. If she can make her cry and make a fuss about wanting to marry her, his own quality cannot be that bad.

Suzuki Sonoko, who had a keen eye, sensed that the atmosphere was amiss. She raised her hand and tugged at Simon's lapel, changing the subject by asking, "What on earth are you doing here?"

Simon was in a good mood after hearing the soft ending tone, and told her, "I bought you a gift."

"ah?"

Yuanzi: "It's not a festival, why buy gifts?"

Ximen pinched her face amusedly, then rationally withdrew under Yuanzi's unhappy gaze, "It's okay, can't I give you a gift?"

He took the lead and took a step away. This time he did not try to take her hand and walk with her: "Come with me to take a look first."

Fuji Shusuke is now very sure: this Mr. Ximen is indeed deliberately showing hostility towards him.

Unfortunately, I don't want to get involved in this mess...

Just then, Miss Suzuki was about to go to the lobby, so Fuji decided to take the opportunity to say goodbye with a smile, and walked straight out the door along this way.

When he came out, he happened to see the porters carefully unpacking the large screen that had been carefully packaged in the lobby, so he took a glance at it.

At first glance, it is so exquisite that it catches the eye. As a photography enthusiast, Bu Er was almost instantly attracted by the painting on the screen.

But what really made him open his eyes involuntarily was the person in the painting himself.

He and Suzuki Sonoko had only met briefly a few times, so they were a little more familiar with each other than strangers, but he couldn't be sure at first glance who the person in the painting looked like.

He was shocked because in the past two days, Hyotei's Oshitari (who was in the same group with him) would always stare at a picture on his mobile phone screen during the breaks in competition training (actually mainly physical examinations).

And the picture he was staring at was clearly a picture of this screen!

On the other side, as the current owner of this artwork, Miss Sonoko stood in front of the screen. She blinked expressionlessly, and her gaze instantly stopped at the inscription in the corner.

Xiaosong, Shanglong.

——[Shanglong]!

Suzuki Sonoko suddenly raised her head and looked straight into Ximen Sojiro's eyes: "Are you...really sure that this is something from five hundred years ago?!"

Ximen Sojiro frowned, but before he could say anything, Yuanzi squatted down again without saying a word, curled up like a autumn flower, and raised his hand to touch the signature.

While touching it, he kept repeating the name "Shanglong" to himself.

It wasn't her illusion...

“He really exists.”

There was a chaotic flash in Sonoko's mind, and broken images appeared and disappeared one after another: she had indeed lost a memory, and in that memory, she had really been married.

"I was actually married to Shang Long once."

Because apart from the broken pictures, she didn't remember any of the details. The general background of Chinese style was in her mind, and she didn't have a suitable direction for archaeology. Sometimes she even suspected that she had traveled through time too chaotically, which led to mental abnormalities.

But now - something that is five hundred years old and bears the Shanglong brand name has really appeared!

This painting depicts married life!

But she really had no influence!

The deeper she thought, the harder she tried, the more her head ached, her face turning pale from the pain. Ximen stood behind her and patted her gently, completely ignoring her ambiguous mumblings. He simply asked her gently, "Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Yuanzi shook her head silently, stood up silently, covered her head silently, and decided to go back to the house to sleep.

Anyway, at the end of the day, just as Fuji Shusuke came in a luxury car with ten mobile phones, he went back in the same luxury car with ten mobile phones.

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The next morning, at the Nanchuan Tennis Training Base, there was a morning training session.

During the break, Fuji got a bottle of ice water and happened to see Obito sitting on the sidelines, staring at the pictures on his phone in a daze.

Holding the high-end pixel image on his phone, just a side glance made Bu Er certain: this was indeed the screen he happened to see yesterday.

Perhaps because he had been in a daze for too long, or because his gaze was too strong, Ozuki Yuushi turned off the screen as if nothing had happened, looked up at him, and asked, "Fuji-kun...are you interested in me lately?"

Bu Er blinked as if he didn't notice anything, and immediately dealt with it with a smile, saying that the specific competition opponents depended on the arrangements of the instructors, and it seemed that it was against the rules to compete privately.

Yuushi Ozuki tilted his head and said indifferently, "Is that so."

"It's just..." After hesitating for a moment, Fuji Shusuke finally asked, "Yesterday I happened to see the screen where this painting was originally placed. It's beautiful, but I'm a little surprised that it has attracted you to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep."

Oshitari's hands on his knees suddenly tightened.

"Really?" He raised the corner of his mouth without changing his expression, and asked with interest, "Fuji-kun, where did you see it?"

Fuji was a little hesitant: the screen had become a certain lady's private collection, and it seemed inappropriate to leak the relevant information without knowing for sure what Obuchi-kun wanted to do.

However, Oshitari, a shrewd man, almost immediately saw his concern and said casually, "This is a treasure I saw at an auction recently. I really want it."

He observed Fuji's slowly relaxing expression and added, "But it is said that the item is now in the hands of the young lady of the Suzuki family. Given the situation of the Suzuki family, she probably won't resell it easily."

Fuji thought of Ximen who delivered the gift to his door but was quite hostile to him, and thought that if he really liked Miss Suzuki that much, then the gift he had spent so much effort to find must be priceless.

He was a little curious about how much that thing was worth...

At this time, Oshitari still had the introductory materials prepared by the auctioneer in his mobile phone, because he wanted to find out how Fuji was related to Suzuki Sonoko. Surprisingly, he patiently told Fuji the whole story.

He was the one who killed the city lord and his wife.

After listening to the entire story quietly, Fuji said thoughtfully, "So, that screen isn't a cursed object?"

"curse?"

Oshizuka Yuushi repeated subconsciously: "What's going on?"

Fuji flipped through the pictures one by one and said worriedly, "Yesterday, when Ms. Suzuki saw this screen, she suddenly turned pale and broke out in a cold sweat..."

Before he could finish, Oshitari stood up and said, "How could this happen?!"

When Fuji left yesterday, Suzuki Sonoko walked back to her room to sleep on her own. The problem shouldn't be serious, but Oshitari's concern didn't seem fake—

Through the communication just now, he was sure that Shinobi Shinobi and Miss Suzuki were acquainted, so it did not mean that his concern

——So I carefully recalled what happened yesterday and tried to repeat the scene to Oshitari in calm terms.

He really exists

[I was actually married to Shang Long once...]

Especially when repeating these two sentences, Fuji found that Ozuki was completely confused and abnormal. After thinking it over again and again, he asked a question.

"There will be morning training later. Do you need me to ask for leave for you?"

He felt that if he just endured this messed up state, he probably wouldn't be able to play any good shots.

A quarter of an hour later, Oshitari-kun lay expressionless on the bed in the infirmary, thinking: Past lives and present lives are actually real?

His current situation is just like Ye Gong's love for dragons.

——Based on the unattainable romantic sentiment, reminiscing about past lives, fantasizing about lovers, and exploring the past through archaeology are all part of the romantic aspirations.

But this thing is actually real!

This is just like when Ye Gong, who loves dragons, unexpectedly sees a real dragon, and the surprise is far less than the shock.

Yuushi Ozuki felt like his brain was about to short-circuit from fear.

During the lunch break, Master Atobe pushed the door open, carrying a set meal. He looked at the slumped figure on the bed and sneered. He kicked the bed leg and said disdainfully, "I heard Fuji asked for leave for you today? Mr. Oshitari Yuushi, what are you up to now?"

Sprawled on the bed, Oshitari rolled over with a look of despair, saying, "My thoughts are in turmoil, like a storm passing over a willow bank."

Atobe Keigo: "Speak human language."

Oshitari made a "tsk" sound and was about to make a joke back at him, but then he realized that the person in front of him was Atobe.

Is there something wrong?

It was as if Ozaki-kun's Ren and Du meridians were opened up in an instant, and he was so shocked that his head didn't hurt anymore!

——It is known that in his previous life he was a city lord named Komatsu Naotaka, who cherished his wife to the point of life and death, and even spared no effort to send her away first, preferring to die in his arms.

——It is also known that Mr. Keigo Atobe has had a vague crush on Miss Suzuki Sonoko, the reincarnation of his deceased wife, since he was ten years old.

The question is, if we really want to talk about who came first, between him and Atobe, who is the hoe and who is the corner?

The author has something to say: Please separate the Shura fields of past and present lives from the Shura fields of rich and powerful families’ bloody true love.

Question: How many sets of triangles did I write?

No prize for correct answer.

The third candidate for true love is Fuji-kun. He first appeared in Chapter 24, here is a reminder for the girls who have forgotten.

It’s been so long since I updated, luckily I took notes when I was writing the foreshadowing!

This chapter has 13,000 words, which is equivalent to four chapters. I now believe I can finish it in 20 chapters...

Finally, as usual, please leave a message. There should be another chapter in the evening.