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I love you so much.
If 20-year-old Matsuda Jinpei still harbored awkward feelings about the profession of "police officer," then 29-year-old Matsuda Jinpei had matured like a fine wine.
Whether it's love or hate, he's open and honest, and his reactions are direct and intense.
When he says he's letting go, he truly has let go.
But from the very first meeting, Matsuda Jinpei and Yorikawa Yomi, two people with subtly similar personalities, were destined to have a relationship where they would always bicker whenever they met.
The three of them had originally arranged to meet with Date Wataru and Natalie at the Beika Hotel that night—undercover agent Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu, who were still under house arrest, were unlikely to attend.
But today, Kenji Hagiwara had a shift, and then an unexpected work came up near the end of his shift. Having no other option, he asked Jinpei Matsuda, who was off work, to help pick him up.
When Matsuda Jinpei arrived at the Hagiwara residence, Hagiwara Yomi had already put on exquisite makeup, was holding a curling iron, and was opening the door with her hair disheveled.
"Kenji~"
Huang Quan, who was about to pounce, stopped a second after seeing who it was, and pouted in disgust: "Why is it you?"
Matsuda Jinpei didn't stand on ceremony and took off his shoes to enter the entrance hall: "Hagi has something to do and will be a little late. He asked me to come and pick you up first."
The first thing Matsuda Jinpei did upon entering the house was to open the refrigerator, take out a bottle of ice-cold beer, and gulp it down before lazily sitting down on the sofa.
These two childhood friends are not only both ace members of the mobile unit, but they also both love drinking ice-cold beer.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan glanced at the man on the sofa but didn't say anything. She was already used to Matsuda Jinpei treating this place as his own home.
And it wasn't just Matsuda; when she and Kenji Hagiwara visited Matsuda's house, they treated it like their own home, making no attempt to be polite. Sometimes, when Yomi got annoyed by Matsuda Jinpei's antics, she would even take all the beer from his refrigerator with her when she left.
At that moment, Matsuda Jinpei was leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets, watching coldly as Yomi, fuming, carried away cases of beer from his refrigerator, and almost laughed out of anger.
"You don't even drink, isn't it a bit much to move so much?"
"I don't drink it, but my husband does!"
"Ha, go ahead and move it. Next time you go out, I'll take it all back from Hagi with interest."
Sure enough, no matter how mature they appear in front of outsiders, these two can still start arguing in no time.
Pulling herself out of her reverie, Hagiwara Yomi haughtily tossed out, "There's fruit in the fridge," and ran back to her bedroom with her curling iron. But two minutes later, she cautiously peeked out from behind the door, her eyes filled with hope as she looked at Matsuda Jinpei.
At that moment, Matsuda Jinpei was flipping through channels with the remote control, his beer empty. He didn't move, only slightly raising his eyelids: "What?"
Hagiwara Yomi walked out of the room, still holding the curling iron that was hot, and hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Jinpei, can you curl my hair for me?"
Matsuda Jinpei frowned: "Didn't you just spend money to straighten your hair at the salon last month? Why do you want to get it permed again?"
Even so, Matsuda Jinpei took the things from Yomi's hands and gestured for her to plug them in: "Is there any tutorial or anything like that?"
Hagiwara Yomi obediently squatted down in front of Matsuda Jinhei: "There was no tutorial. My second-year graduate student always did my perms before."
Matsuda Jinpei clicked his tongue, took out his phone and searched for tutorials on how to use a curling iron, but started muttering to himself: "If you're going to curl your hair, why did you straighten it in the first place? Your natural curls looked pretty good before."
Hagiwara Yomi regretted straightening her hair, but how could she lose to Matsuda Jinpei? She rolled her eyes like a little fox and argued, "I couldn't help it, the curls of my previous hairstyle were too much like yours, I always felt like I'd look dumber with those curls... Ouch! You hit me on the head!"
"Hmph, who told you to insult me? Sit still and don't move, I'm about to start heating it."
The soft, long hair curled under Matsuda Jinpei's fingertips as he carefully and meticulously styled Yomi's hair, stroking each section one by one.
But as he was getting his bangs permed, his gaze was drawn to the television—the mechanical engineering competition jointly organized by Japan's top universities had reached the final stage, with the teams from the University of Tokyo and Waseda University locked in a fierce battle, and the most exciting part was being broadcast live.
No engineering genius could resist the allure of such a program, especially Matsuda Jinpei, who was once begged by a University of Tokyo professor to stay by clinging to his leg and offering him a guaranteed place in graduate school.
Trusting Matsuda Jinpei, Hagiwara Yomi didn't bring a mirror when she came out of the bedroom, so she couldn't see what was happening above her head. But when a faint smell of burning entered her nostrils, she immediately sensed something was wrong: "Jinpei, what are you doing! I smell burning!"
The people behind him jolted as if awakened, and then a chaotic scene ensued.
The curling iron, still sticking with a few strands of dry hair, was tossed aside. Hagiwara Yomi raised her hand and touched her head: "Jinpei, what did you do to my hair?"
Matsuda Jinpei swallowed hard, not daring to speak.
The more silent Matsuda Jinpei remained, the more Hagiwara Yomi felt a sense of impending doom. She jumped up and rushed into the bedroom.
Out of his affection for Yomi, even in Tokyo where land is incredibly expensive, Kenji Hagiwara still set aside a large area as Yomi's dressing room, with a vanity mirror filled with makeup mirrors located inside the dressing room.
Hagiwara Yomi stared intently at herself in the mirror. After her fourth failed attempt to save her hair, she felt so aggrieved that she wanted to curl up into a ball.
Outside the bedroom door, Matsuda Jinpei, still deeply worried, slowly poked half his body in: "Yomi, are you alright...?"
Hagiwara Yomi slowly turned around, glaring fiercely at the culprit. Her lips pressed tightly together, her eyebrows lowered, she was both angry and aggrieved: "Jinpei, you absolutely did that on purpose!"
She held a comb in one hand and hair conditioner in the other: "My bangs are standing up and I can't bring them down at all!"
"Such a big clump! And right in the middle, it looks just like a Teletubby!"
"You're finished! I'm going to tell the second-year graduate student on you, and we'll all isolate you together!"
Matsuda Jinpei ruffled his curly hair with a mixture of frustration and irritation: "How old are you? Why are you still acting like a little kid? Can't you be a little more mature?"
Hagiwara Yomi angrily pointed to the antenna on the top of her head: "Do you think this hairstyle is something a mature person should have?!"
After saying that, Hagiwara Yomi used a comb to forcefully press down the clump of burnt, stiff black hair standing straight up on her head. As soon as she let go, the hair bounced back into the air like a spring. It even swayed twice with great elasticity, making a "duang duang" sound like a spring being compressed to its limit and then suddenly snapping back.
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
It certainly doesn't look like it.
Hagiwara Yomi was so angry she was about to cry. She was supposed to start work at an international mechanical design company in Tokyo tomorrow. If she couldn't get this antenna down, she'd have to cut it off completely, making it look like a bald patch.
"You're finished! We're done for!"
"Tsk, I didn't mean to... cough, sorry."
Hagiwara Yomi clenched her fists and bared her teeth at Matsuda Jinpei: "Sorry, if that's all it takes, what's the point of having police!"
This was a rare get-together, and she even spent over an hour getting ready beautifully, but now it's all ruined.
Matsuda Jinpei knew he was in the wrong. He frowned and pondered for a moment: "Then what do you want?"
Hagiwara Yomi pouted: "Anything is fine?"
"As long as it doesn't go too far."
...
Kenji Hagiwara never imagined that he would one day witness such a spectacular scene.
After quickly finishing his work, he rushed to the Mihana Grand Hotel. As soon as he opened the door to the private room, Kenji Hagiwara was stunned by what he saw.
Ida and his new wife Natalie were seen covering their mouths, trying to suppress their laughter.
On the other side, Hagiwara's young wife stood with her arms crossed, sulking, while Matsuda Jinpei, who was also sulking beside her, looked away, ignoring each other.
Hagiwara Yomi's waist was accentuated by a pretty sea-blue dress, but more eye-catching than her beauty, which moved the second-year student, was the single strand of hair tied with a blue bow on her head.
Beside Huang Quan, a handsome man in a suit with curly hair had two tiny buns tied up, each adorned with a small white flower.
Hagihara Kenji: "..."
Kenji Hagiwara: "Pfft!"
The consequence of not being able to hold back laughter was that the two people opposite him glared at him fiercely.
The two exclaimed in unison, "Hagi/Kenji, did you just laugh?!"
Kenji Hagiwara coughed, cleared his throat, and feigned composure: "No, I didn't."
Hagiwara Yomi said angrily, "You laughed, I heard you!"
Kenji Hagiwara smiled, closed the door behind him, and walked over to sit down next to Yomi: "You misheard."
Hagiwara Yomi snorted and turned her head to the side. Hagiwara Kenji wasn't annoyed and leaned close to her ear to whisper something.
A few minutes later, all the dishes were served. Ida Ko raised his glass as if he had something to say: "I have some good news for you all, I'm going to be a father."
Upon hearing this, the three people present lit up their eyes and looked at Natalie with anticipation, drawing out a long "Oh~~".
Natalie, who was being watched by everyone, lowered her head shyly and smiled bashfully.
Ida Kou downed his drink first and then refilled it: "Yomi, I owe you a lot this time, otherwise..." Natalie and I might only be able to meet in another world.
Ida didn't finish speaking, but everyone except Natalie understood what he meant.
Yomi Hagiwara didn't do anything; she simply told him about Wataru Date's death and the cruel truth that "if you die, Natalie will commit suicide with you."
If Ida had simply been more careful on the day of his death, he could have avoided the car accident.
But accidents always happen unexpectedly. If it weren't for Huang Quan's special reminder, Ida Ko would never have paid such close attention to the road conditions on that day and at that time.
After a few drinks, the group gradually opened up about their conversation.
Date Wataru turned to look at Hagiwara Kenji and laughed, "Kenji, you've been married to Yomi for two years now, when are you planning to have a baby?"
Kenji Hagiwara swallowed the ice-cold beer in his mouth, his right hand fumbling for the wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and slowly said, "I don't plan to have children."
"Why?"
Natalie was somewhat surprised.
In a society like Japan, most married couples choose to have one or two children, or even three. Although you occasionally see DINK (Double Income No Kids) couples on TV, almost everyone I know who is married has chosen to have children.
Kenji Hagiwara gave a faint, slightly sad smile, then lowered his gaze and fell into memories: "Class monitor, you know me. I've told you about me and Soft Bread, and about our past."
“Soft Bread went through so much hardship to come to my side, how could I bear to let her have a child?”
Kenji Hagiwara understands the greatness of the role of "mother" and knows that the child will be the crystallization of his and Yomi's love. He is sure he can play the role of father well.
But just thinking about the morning sickness and loss of appetite that might occur after pregnancy, and how Ruanmian would have to endure the late stages of pregnancy with a big belly, made him reluctant to give up.
If you're unlucky, you might even get stretch marks on your belly.
Kenji Hagiwara doesn't mind these things, but what woman doesn't love to be beautiful? If she really gets older, Soft Bread will be upset for a long time.
Although the prevalence of painless childbirth in Japan is not low, after learning in detail about the risks involved and how much sweat and tears mothers have to endure in the first three years after their child's birth, Kenji Hagiwara decisively chose to have his tubal ligation.
I'm not having children.
After saying that, Kenji Hagiwara immediately looked at Natalie and sincerely added, "Natalie, I didn't mean what you said. As long as both husband and wife decide, it's fine whether or not to have children. I'm glad you're about to become a mother. I just don't want children myself."
Natalie smiled and said, "It's okay, I understand."
Although she didn't know what had happened between Kenji Hagiwara and Yomi, she had heard some rough details from her husband, Wataru Date: whether it was Hagiwara, Matsuda, or Yomi, they had all suffered a lot to get to where they were today.
Everyone's family situation is different, so she certainly wasn't offended by Kenji Hagiwara's choice to remain childless.
Upon hearing this, Kenji Hagiwara grinned broadly and said, "No wonder the class president has his eye on her. She's just as considerate and outstanding as the class president. It's really something to look forward to. Class president and Natalie, have you decided on a name for your child yet?"
Ida Kou gave a slightly silly, happy smile: "I haven't decided yet, and I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. I hope it's a cute girl like Natalie."
Natalie pursed her lips, her face flushing again.
Matsuda Jinpei, who had been bombarded with displays of affection since earlier, chuckled and kept fiddling with his phone, head down. He sent the news that Date Wataru was about to become a father to two other colleagues who couldn't attend.
Kenji Hagiwara, taking advantage of the others' inattention, pretended to whisper something and kissed Yomi on the cheek.
He lowered his voice, his tone tender and lingering: "I love you."
[Author's Note]
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