Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 559 One who stays near ink gets stained black.
"It's dawn."

Kitahara Kento lay motionless on the tatami mat, staring at the ceiling.

"A strange dream."

The lingering image from his dream still pressed on his chest; it was too real, too profound, to the point that it made him feel somewhat disoriented.

"What dream?"

The sound came from above.

He looked up, and in the upside-down scene, Amamiya Masahiro was wearing the beige plush pajamas that Kotone-nee hadn't taken with her, her hands wrapped around her knees, her chin resting between her knees, her cheeks slightly puffed out.

Kitahara slowly sat up and rubbed his temples.

"what time is it?"

"Seven o'clock."

Amamiya Masahiro leaned forward and reached out to smooth his disheveled hair. Her movements were gentle, as if she were handling a fragile object.

"Haihua Valley is cooking noodles downstairs and asked me to come and wake you up, but I saw you weren't awake yet, so I didn't rush you."

She paused, afraid that Kitahara Kento would misunderstand her as lazy, and quickly added, "It was Hai-Hana-tani who wouldn't let me help; she pushed me up here."

It was obvious that the young woman wasn't used to calling her daughter by her real name yet. Watching her slender fingers carefully smoothing his hair, Kitahara Kento pondered for a moment and said, "Umi is fine, Hanaya is fine too, you can call her whatever you want."

Amamiya Masahiro gave a soft "oh," her fingers pausing slightly.

"Name." Masahiro Amamiya's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Name?" Kitahara Kento took two seconds to react, his first thought being that she was referring to Hanaya's name.

Seeing this, Amamiya Masahiro lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes drooping, and muttered softly, "That's what you used to call me."

Kitahara Kento realized what was happening in an instant.

Seeing the slightly evasive yet expectant look in Amamiya Masaki's eyes, he coughed lightly and uttered her name.

"Ya-Hachi".

After the greeting, it seemed as if the air around them froze, and the two remained motionless in their positions.

There was a strange sense of the absurdity of time passing. A name that used to flow so easily, a name that could be uttered so readily, now sounded awkward and unnatural on his lips. He guessed that the silent, homebody Amamiya was experiencing the same subtle feeling.

It's been over ten years since I first met Amamiya, the homebody.

How many decades does one have in a lifetime, especially for both of them now? It can be said that these past ten years have almost filled the foundation of each other's lives, with each of them occupying more than half of the other's time.

After a moment, a smile quietly crept onto Amamiya Masaki's lips—a sweet smile that belonged to a girl in love, one that was undisguised. She withdrew her hand, met his gaze, and then slowly looked at his lips, beckoning her index finger to him.

Kitahara Kento did not move.

"Hmm?" Amamiya Masaki looked puzzled.

His lungs felt as if a thin rope was tightly constricting them, making it difficult to breathe. Kitahara Kento felt a bitter taste in his mouth. The strange dream he had just had was too heavy; even the thought of the person in the dream brought up an almost painful sense of guilt. He found it difficult to embrace Amamiya with such a guilty feeling.

Amamiya Masahiro thought Kitahara Kento was afraid of being seen by the children.

"Hua Gu is downstairs," she said softly, as if to comfort her.

“Oh, well,” Kitahara Kento turned his head, “I just woke up and haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

Amamiya Masaki puffed out her cheeks slightly, looking a little annoyed, and asked, "Why do you think I would look down on you?"

A single sentence instantly intensified Kitahara Kento's guilt, making him feel as if he were impaled on a rock by a giant nail and being battered by the waves. Only, the object of his guilt had changed from the person in his dream to the one standing before him.

Seeing that his expression was off, Amamiya Masahiro worriedly moved closer and placed the back of her hand on his forehead.

"Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?"

Speechless, Kitahara Kento could only nod awkwardly.

"It seems so. A cold."

"It's contagious."

Amamiya Masahiro leaned forward, looking directly into Kitahara Kento's eyes.

"It's okay if you infect me." She suddenly leaned forward. Their eyelashes touched.

“Now you don’t have to worry anymore,” Amamiya Masahiro said vaguely, her breath brushing against his face. “You won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

Unable to speak, Kitahara Kento could only respond by gently embracing her as a lover.

Seven or eight seconds passed, and out of the corner of her eye, Amamiya Masahiro caught a glimpse of the doorway—a small hand was partially covering its eyes, but the fingers were wide open. Once discovered, the hand was lowered, and Hanaya looked at her with a grin.

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Amamiya Masaki didn't stop; she remained in the same position, unmoved, calmly meeting Hanaya's gaze.

A few more seconds passed, and Hanaya was surprised. She never expected that Amamiya-neechan could remain calm and composed in a situation like this.

It wasn't until Kitahara Kento realized he had broken free and turned around that everything finally came to an end.

Hua Gu chuckled and said, "Time to eat, Mom and Dad." Then she took off running downstairs on her short legs.

Kento Kitahara turned around, took Masahiro Amamiya's hand, and quickly stood up. "Let's eat."

"Wait!" Amamiya Masaki suddenly grabbed Kitahara.

"Hanaya...is she really our future child?" Amamiya Masaki asked, her eyes filled with a hopeful expectation of confirmation, staring intently at Kitahara Kento.

Kitahara Kenshin's heart tightened.

The problem he feared most has finally arrived.

After the school anniversary celebration last night, he was about 80% certain about his daughter's mysterious biological mother.

After that strange dream, some of the mysteries have now become clear.

"Hanatani's real birth mother is the one I just dreamed about, isn't she?" Kitahara Kento felt extremely bitter.

Looking into Amamiya Masahiro's hopeful eyes, he felt even more breathless.

It's hard to say lies, especially to lie to the person in front of you.

But Hanaya had already driven him to the brink, and in front of Amamiya Masaki, he insisted that "Amamiya-neechan is Hanaya's mother."

Now that things have come to this, what else can he say? He can't even imagine how Amamiya Masahiro would react if he said something like, "Is the child not actually yours?"

Unable to speak his mind, Kitahara Kento slowly nodded, responding by avoiding a direct answer.

Amamiya Masahiro then launched into a barrage of questions: "Why is the name Hanaya? Who came up with the name? What will our future be like? Will we only have one child? Why doesn't Hanaya look like you?"

Kitahara Kento grew increasingly distressed as he listened; these five questions felt like five knives stabbing into his heart.

"—The noodles are getting cold." Hanaya's timely call rang out.

Kitahara Kento glanced downstairs, gripped Amamiya's hand tightly, and tried to make his voice sound relaxed.

"Let's eat first, and talk while we eat."

He took Amamiya Masahiro's hand and left the bedroom.

Holding her hand as they went downstairs, Kitahara Kento changed the subject: "Was Hanaya obedient last night? Did she cause any trouble?"

"It's alright, I'm just not used to it yet."

"Take it slow, I wasn't used to it at first either."

Amamiya Masahiro glanced sideways in surprise and asked, "She also hugged your waist all night, and wouldn't let go even when she was asleep, and kept giggling like an idiot?"

"No, I mean, it's normal to feel uncomfortable at first when you suddenly have a daughter."

Kitahara Kento paused, worried that she might even be jealous of her daughter, and added, "Hanaya is already ten years old, she should understand the difference between men and women. I always let her sleep by herself, let alone let her hold me to sleep."

Amamiya Masahiro nudged Kitahara lightly with her elbow and muttered, "Who asked you that? I don't care that much. You're overthinking it. You make it sound like I'm a stingy person."

When the two walked hand in hand into the living room, Hua Gu had already set out the bowls and chopsticks.

As she watched her parents walk hand in hand towards her, she sighed with feigned maturity, saying, "My dad has finally grown up, and I don't have to worry about him anymore."

Before her father could speak, she had already run to Amamiya's side, grasped Amamiya's hands with her two little hands, and solemnly bowed as if an adult were entrusting her with a request.

"I'm entrusting my good-for-nothing son to you from now on. Please take good care of him, Mother."

Amamiya Masahiro wasn't used to this little rascal's daily antics, her lack of respect for elders, and her tendency to take advantage of others. She was momentarily stunned and unable to respond. Kitahara Kento, annoyed, grabbed the little rascal's ear with one hand, twisted it slightly, and then, like lifting a kitten, grabbed his daughter by the back of her collar and lifted her up.

The little rascal, still restless while being lifted into the air, turned to look at his father and grinned jokingly.

"You can't lift girls like that in the summer, their clothes will get pulled down. If it's a big girl, her clothes might get torn, but Dad isn't that strong."

Kitahara Kenjin ignored it like the wind in his ear.

He held Amamiya's hand with his right hand and carried "Hanako" in his left, and walked to the dining table. He first placed "Hanako" on a chair, and then, according to the seats he had planned in advance, sat down next to Amamiya opposite "Hanako".

Seeing her parents sitting together, leaving her alone on one side, Hanaya looked left and right, then jumped off the chair, ran over, hugged Amamiya Masahiro's arm, and said in a spoiled tone, "Hanaya, can Mommy hold me while I eat, Mommy?"

Amamiya, the homebody, had always been at a loss with this mischievous little devil, finding it difficult to cope. Now, with the added layer of mother-daughter relationship, she was even more helpless against Hanaya. She stared blankly as Hanaya writhed around her arm, only one thought in her mind: Why is my daughter like this?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Kitahara with a questioning gaze. The child's appearance was one thing, but how could his personality be so different from his parents'? How did they raise this child in the future?

Faced with Masahiro Amamiya's questioning gaze, Kento Kitahara fell silent for a moment.

After a few seconds, Kitahara Kento opened his mouth.

“Since she was little, Hua Gu loved playing with Qin Yin,” he paused, emphasizing his words, “You understand now, right? The future her has always liked to fool around with Qin Yin since she was little.”

Amamiya Masaki fell silent, realizing and understanding the situation.

She lowered her head and looked at her daughter, who was clinging to her arm, her expression complex—as if she had finally solved one of the mysteries, or as if she was speechless because the answer to the mystery was too overwhelming.

Upon hearing the mention of Qinyin, her parents suddenly fell silent, their expressions heavy and serious, clearly harboring a strong grudge against her. Hanaya pouted unhappily, feeling indignant on Qinyin's behalf.

"What do you mean by 'hanging out' with Sister Qinyin? That sounds awful. What's wrong with hanging out with Sister Qinyin? She's beautiful, smart, and so outstanding. This is what they mean by 'being influenced by one's company'!"

Without saying a word, Amamiya Masahiro picked up Hanaya and placed her on her lap. She then used chopsticks to pick up a strand of ramen and fed it to Hanaya.

Looking at the ramen being served to her, Hanaya always had a strange feeling—it was like parents who were too busy to take care of their children, causing them to learn bad things from bad people and go astray. Now the parents realized their mistake and were clumsily trying to make amends.

(End of this chapter)