Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 555 Is this the end of all this chaos?

The gentle patter of water never ceased, and wisps of steam occasionally escaped from the cracks in the door. Kitahara Hanaya—this self-proclaimed "Time Warrior" and Amamiya Masaki's most loyal little guard—pressed her small body tightly against the bathroom door, vigilantly watching Kitahara Kento's every move while her eyes darted around, deliberately avoiding eye contact with him.

"Hanatani, why don't you go upstairs and rest?" came the voice of Amamiya Masaki from inside the door.

Kitahara Kento winked at his daughter, signaling her, "Hurry up and go upstairs, 'your mother' has already said so."

Hanaya ignored it, only turning her head slightly to call into the doorway, "It's okay, Mom, Hanaya is just helping Dad tidy up the living room."

Despite this, she didn't move at all. Instead, she seemed to have taken root and firmly fixed herself to the door panel. She even stretched out a small hand and tightly gripped the doorknob, showing a "never give up" attitude.

She glanced back at her father, giving him a defiant look, her eyes filled with unyielding stubbornness—she wasn't stupid. If she obediently went upstairs, her father would definitely follow her, then drag her away like a kitten to a corner where Amamiya-neechan couldn't hear, and endlessly interrogate her about those things she couldn't say yet.

There are some things that I must keep from my father for now; it's not the right time to be honest.

Kitahara Kento stood there, lost in thought, while Hanaya added a small hand, gripping the doorknob tightly with both hands. The father and daughter faced off in silence until the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped, replaced by the rustling of clothes being changed. Kitahara, unable to resist his determined daughter, finally gave up, came to his senses, and retreated to the living room.

Hua Gu was still worried, her little face fixed on the doorway, wary that her father might suddenly return. Only when she felt the doorknob turn behind her did she finally breathe a sigh of relief, then turned around with a bright smile on her face.

She had already prepared her speech, and speaking in a low voice to Amamiya Masahiro, she said, "After so many years, Dad and Mom have finally reconciled. In the short term, Dad may not know how to face Mom. Let's give him a little more time."

Her words seemed considerate, but they were actually a precaution: the probability of her father's beastly nature causing him to raid Amamiya-neechan's place tonight was almost zero, but the possibility of Amamiya-neechan's possessiveness acting up and secretly going to see her father in the middle of the night was definitely not small—she had to subtly remind Amamiya-neechan not to be impatient and to let her father off the hook for now.

Amamiya Masaki gave a soft "Oh". She vaguely felt that Hanaya's words had a hidden meaning, but with almost zero social skills and poor eloquence, she couldn't figure out the veiled meaning for the moment, so she could only vaguely reply in a low voice, "I know".

Hearing her agree, Hanaya felt a little relieved and smiled again, taking Amamiya's hand.

"Let's go upstairs, Mom."

As she passed through the living room, Amamiya Masahiro paused and looked inside—Kitahara Kento was wiping the coffee table with his head down.

“Call me by my name, like before. I will,” she whispered.

Kitahara paused slightly, turned around, and nodded to her without saying a word.

Hanaya peeked out from the side, smiling as she looked at her father and then at her older sister, Amamiya.

She had noticed this problem long ago.

Dad only goes to great lengths to omit titles and get straight to the point when he's with Amamiya-neechan. Amamiya-neechan does the same.

Just like before, Amamiya called Hanae Kotone "Kotone-nee" and "Umi," but she never called Kitahara Kento by any other name.

Even she could sense this awkwardness, let alone these two "old friends of the parties involved." They must have felt lost and extremely awkward in every sense of the word.

"Onii-chan, we're going to sleep now," Hanaya waved to her father with a grin, then led Amamiya upstairs to the second floor. Only when the sounds of their footsteps going upstairs gradually faded away did Kitahara Kenji turn his gaze away, throw down the rag, and slump heavily onto the sofa.

His mind was a mess, with too many thoughts rushing in, all vying to be sorted out:
His daughter, who suddenly became headstrong and began to drift apart from him;

How will Amamiya Masahiro, who was deceived by her daughter's lies, face her tomorrow?

After tonight, the Kitahara family's life will take a completely different turn from before;
There's also the question of who Hanaya's "real mother" really is.

as well as--

Kitahara Kento let out a deep sigh and murmured silently, "Takanashi Seifu, how am I supposed to face you after winter break? You must be feeling just as conflicted right now. And Kashiwagi, I hope you don't hate me. Back then, I could only rely on you to restart the live stream. I'm so sorry to have made your sweetheart so sad tonight."

"And, Flower Valley's real biological mother."

His mood grew heavier whenever he thought about it.

Before this, neither he nor Hanaya dared to make any definitive judgments about this matter.

But after all that happened at tonight's anniversary celebration, the image of that mysterious woman, at least in his mind, was becoming clearer and clearer.

Sitting on the sofa, Kitahara Kento remained silent for a long time. He rested his arms on his knees, slowly covered his face with his hands, closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth little by little.

The image of his real mother from Flower Valley—her figure, her appearance, her every smile and movement, her every word and action—was vividly alive in his mind. Even though it was a hallucination, merely his own imagination, she seemed to stand before him as if she were a real person, unable to utter a single word, looking at him with tears streaming down her face.

Kitahara Kento's ten fingers were clenched tightly against his face, his fingertips stiff and white.

“It was too rushed.” Kitahara Kento forced his eyes open, leaned back on the sofa, and muttered to himself as if talking to thin air, or perhaps arguing with someone in the distance, “I had no choice at all…”

It wasn't until tonight, when someone invited him to meet in the student council office after the school anniversary celebration, under the pretense of "just some arrangements for the winter break," that he gradually realized who his daughter's mysterious future mother was.

But what could he do in that situation? He had no time to be distracted. Even though he vaguely understood some of the truth about the future and gradually became clear about that person's outline, what could he do at that time?

I feel like a weak fish, swept along blindly by the giant waves when the tsunami comes.

He felt like he was back to the four major events his daughter had described during his high school years—a band competition, writing a famous song, being injured and hospitalized, and almost becoming a celebrity—either based on the circumstances at the time, forced by reality, he had no choice; or based on his own heart, driven by his inner self, he only wanted to choose that way; or, his abilities were limited, and that was all he could do.

"It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot," Kitahara Kento said with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry." He stared blankly ahead, his eyes vacant. What more could he say now?

"What should we do next? Is this chaos really over?"