Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 638: The good cabbages are eaten by pigs! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
"understood!"

Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan responded in unison, their voices full of relief. Suzuki Sonoko even whispered, "It's okay, it's okay, Bai Ye is really reliable!"

Matsumoto Yuriko watched from the side and couldn't help laughing: "Haha, you see, I told you that dad wouldn't care, you two are really overthinking it!"

She held her father's arm and said coquettishly, "Dad, look, you are such a good person, why do you always have a stern face? If you could smile more, you would have been the most popular chief inspector in the Metropolitan Police Department!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Suzuki Sonoko took over the conversation: "Yes, although you look fierce, you are actually a good person. Smile more to appear more friendly!"

Bai Ye also echoed: "That's right, Chief Matsumoto, if you are so serious all day long, your subordinates will be trembling with fear when working. Wouldn't it be better to smile occasionally and have a better working atmosphere?"

Hearing this, Officer Megure on the side couldn't help but joked: "Captain Matsumoto, Brother Bai Ye is right. If you can smile more often in your daily life, there will definitely not be so many misunderstandings."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga glared at Officer Megure and said in a serious tone, "You are lecturing me."

At this point, he paused and said, "Actually, I also know that my appearance is easy to be misunderstood. But there is nothing I can do. This appearance is innate and cannot be changed."

"Besides, if I'm smiling all day long, how can I establish my authority and control those brats under my command?"

However, even though he was scolding Inspector Megure and others, a smile flashed in his eyes inadvertently, and it was obvious that he was not really angry.

Upon seeing this, Officer Megure immediately stood at attention with a serious expression, saluted with a crisp and clear motion, and said in a loud voice: "Yes! The commander is right!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing, with a look of familiarity and flattery on his face, and continued: "But to be honest, your majesty is by no means just based on this serious face. Your outstanding ability and extraordinary leadership style are obvious to everyone! We all respect you!"

When he said this, he paused and looked at Superintendent Matsumoto cautiously, as if he was weighing his words, fearing that if he said something wrong, he would not only fail to please him, but also upset his superior. "It's just that if you could smile more often in your daily life, the atmosphere here would definitely be more harmonious and relaxed."

"Megure, you are flattering me again."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga raised his eyebrows slightly, and his sharp eyes, like a precise scalpel, quickly swept over the group of police officers behind Officer Megure who nodded in response. He shook his head slightly, a helpless look appeared on his face, and then lowered his voice, "And you guys are actually following Megure's nonsense. It seems that I am too tolerant of you."

"No, no..." Officer Megure waved his hands repeatedly, with a sincere smile on his face, and explained eagerly, "We all respect you from the bottom of our hearts. After all, in the entire police community, everyone knows that our Investigation Division can achieve such remarkable results today, all thanks to the good intentions of you, the 'iron-faced' commander."

Although their Inspector Matsumoto always appears stern and intimidating, he actually cares about his subordinates more than anyone else.

Take the eye-catching scar on the opponent's face for example. Hidden behind it is a policeman's heart that is hotter than anyone else's. It is a medal left by the opponent in countless battles with evil in order to safeguard justice!
Matsumoto Kiyonaga heard these words, and his originally frosty expression gradually softened. He slowly turned around and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, with a subtle yearning and emotion in his eyes, and murmured softly: "Iron Face... In fact, sometimes, I also hope to be like an ordinary person..."

Before he finished speaking, as if he suddenly remembered something, his eyes suddenly froze, and he immediately regained his usual dignified and solemn demeanor, and said decisively: "Well, the wedding is about to begin, Megure, the rest of you should go out and get busy first!"

"Yes!"

Officer Megure and his colleagues exchanged glances quickly, saluted in unison, and responded in unison: "Then Commander Matsumoto, we will take our leave first!"

After saying that, they turned around in unison and walked out the door...

……

Matsumoto Kiyonaga quietly stared at the figures of Inspector Megure and others gradually disappearing from his sight. He was silent for a long time before slowly retracting his gaze. Then he cast his eyes on Matsumoto Yuriko who was holding a lemon tea in her hand. His expression was somewhat complicated, and he said softly: "Sayuri, is it really okay? Being with that kind of man!"

Matsumoto Yuriko was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting her father to suddenly say such a thing. She tilted her head, not quite understanding the deep meaning of her father's words, frowned and asked: "Dad, what are you talking about? What do you mean by 'that kind of man'?"

Matsumoto Kiyonaga gently placed his hands on Yuriko Matsumoto's shoulders, leaned down slightly, his eyes full of concern and worry, and said earnestly: "There are many excellent and strong-willed young people in our Metropolitan Police Department. Don't you know? Dad really doesn't want to see you..."

Although every old father would not want the cabbages he raised with great effort to be taken away by other people's pigs.

But if possible, he would rather his daughter marry a member of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

After all, he really doesn't like his daughter's current fiancé at all!
Matsumoto Yuriko couldn't help but frown slightly, with a bit of helplessness and anger in her tone, interrupting her father's speech: "Dad, it's already this time, why are you still talking about this!"

A trace of disappointment flashed in Matsumoto Kiyonaga's eyes, and he slowly let go of Matsumoto Yuriko's shoulders, muttering in a low voice: "Well, it seems that you have made up your mind."

Oh, I really don’t know what’s so good about that man that his precious daughter could be so infatuated with him!
Matsumoto Yuriko sighed helplessly and muttered, "Really? I'm already this old, but you still treat me like a child."

"In Daddy's eyes, you will always be that little kid who never grows up."

As Matsumoto Kiyonaga spoke, he picked up the lemon tea that Matsumoto Yuriko had placed on the table, then shook his head in a slightly reproachful manner, "You're already such a grown-up, and you still drink this kind of sweet drink all day long. I really can't do anything about you."

When Matsumoto Yuriko heard this, she was immediately unhappy. She quickly snatched the lemon tea and said coquettishly, "What's wrong with this? I just like it."

In order to avoid any unpleasantness between the father and daughter, she rolled her eyes and smiled and changed the subject: "By the way, Dad, can you tell me, does your daughter's outfit today look good?"

Hearing this, Matsumoto Kiyonaga's body stiffened slightly, and his bronze face flushed suspiciously again. He turned around subconsciously, not wanting his daughter to see his expression at the moment.

"She's very beautiful, but... she's still a little bit inferior to your deceased mother."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Matsumoto Yuriko to reply, he quickly turned around and walked out of the room. His back looked a little cramped, and his steps were a little faster than usual, as if he was eager to escape from this embarrassing scene. Watching his father's burly figure gradually disappear in the room, Matsumoto Yuriko muttered in dissatisfaction: "Really, can't you just praise me sincerely?"

"Ta Tata..."

Yuriko Matsumoto shook her head helplessly and took a sip of lemon tea. She was just about to use it to calm the little grievance in her heart when suddenly, a heavy sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts.

"Teacher, this bouquet of roses is for you!"

She looked up and saw a tall young man at the door of the room holding a bunch of beautiful red roses in his hands and looking at her with a smile.

Matsumoto Yuriko's eyes lit up, and she happily took the rose he handed over with a bright smile on her face: "Wow, what a beautiful rose, thank you, Umemiya-san."

This scene happened to be seen by Mao Lilan who was holding a camera and recording every detail of the wedding. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Suzuki Sonoko and asked in confusion: "Who is that person?"

"Have you forgotten? That person is..." Suzuki Sonoko pondered for a moment, quickly sorting out the relevant memories in her mind, and then patiently explained: "It was Senior Umemiya who is one year older than us."

"Umemiya?"

Mao Lilan frowned slightly, tilted her head, and tried hard to search for fragments related to this name in the long river of memory. However, after some thought, she still had no impression of this name.

Suzuki Sonoko was not surprised by this.

After all, because of a certain high school detective, almost no opposite sex could easily approach her best friend at school.

To be precise, any member of the opposite sex who has the slightest affection for Mouri Ran will be "dealt with" in secret by a guy who can be called the "Jealous King of East Asia" before he or she even gets close to them. He or she will use all kinds of methods to cleverly "deal with" them.

Because of this, it is perfectly normal that her best friend does not recognize the senior named Umemiya in front of her.

While the two girls were talking, Umemiya had a gentle smile on her face. She gently picked up the lemon tea that Matsumoto Yuriko had placed on the table. Her eyes were full of tenderness as she said softly, "As expected, lemon tea is the best for you, teacher."

The corners of Matsumoto Yuriko's mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile, and she responded softly: "Thank you!"

Seeing her like this, Umemiya's smile froze slightly, and a trace of loneliness that was difficult to conceal flashed across his eyes. His voice was slightly low, as if shrouded in a layer of faint sadness, and he slowly said: "Today, I am really regretful, because I have always felt that I should be the only one who can bring happiness to you, teacher."

After saying that, he slowly turned around and handed the cup of lemon tea with a pink bow straw to Matsumoto Yuriko. His movements were gentle yet trembling.

What kind of feeling is it to see the woman you love marry another man? Now he deeply understands this pain.

Matsumoto Yuriko's eyes fell on Umemiya, and then stopped at the particularly eye-catching pink bow that had appeared on the lemon tea straw. Her eyes moved slightly, and a complex ripple appeared in her heart. She couldn't help but call out softly: "Umemiya-san..."

"Goodbye."

Umemiya looked at Matsumoto Yuriko deeply, with complex emotions surging in his eyes, including deep admiration and helpless unwillingness.

At this moment, he had thousands of words in his heart, and he wanted to tell them all to Matsumoto Yuriko, the girl he had loved for countless years. But in the end, he just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that seemed free and easy yet full of bitterness, then waved at her, turned around and left the room.

At the moment he turned and left, Umemiya's figure appeared particularly tall and straight in the bright sunlight. However, every step he took seemed to carry a heavy weight, and his steps revealed a deep loneliness and melancholy.

Because he knew that from today on, the fate between him and his beloved teacher might end here.

Yuriko Matsumoto looked at his back quietly, feeling mixed emotions.

She knew how Meimiya felt for her, but fate was cruel and they could never be together.

After all, not to mention the teacher-student relationship between the two of them, which did not allow them to have further development, there was already someone living in her heart a long time ago.

With that person around, no matter how outstanding Umemiya is or how infatuated he is with her, they are not destined to be together and there is no chance at all!
"Ugh……"

Thinking of this, Matsumoto Yuriko sighed softly and put the lemon tea aside. The lemon tea swayed slightly on the table, creating tiny ripples, just like her chaotic mood at the moment.

Then she adjusted her wedding dress slightly, trying to pull herself away from the slightly sad mood.

The white wedding dress shines with a holy light in the sun, just like her mood at this moment, which is both expectant and somewhat confused about the future.

After all, she was about to enter the marriage hall and become someone else's wife. She couldn't and shouldn't have too much entanglement with other men at this time.

Moreover, today was a very important wedding in her life, the big day she had always dreamed of. No matter what, she couldn't ruin the beautiful atmosphere of the wedding because of her personal sentimentality, and she couldn't affect the happy mood of every guest who came to the wedding.

She must greet the new life that is about to begin in the most perfect and happiest state!

Thinking of this, Matsumoto Yuriko took a deep breath, as if to let out all the melancholy and sadness. Then, a smile as bright as the warm spring sun bloomed on her face...

(End of this chapter)