I eloped with the leader Zai, who wanted to usurp the throne.

I always feel helpless about the cheap husband who shows up out of nowhere.

Soft black curly hair, seemingly affectionate eyes, a pale and fragile face, and cold white bandages wrapped all over the body. His appearance is enough to make women fall in love at first sight. He is definitely a handsome man.

The Yokohama boss is rich, powerful, and smart. According to the script, this standard overbearing president should like pure, harmless, and naive girls. Why would he choose me, a part-time killer for the Vongola Mafia?

Is it true that the pure and harmless appearance deceived Dazai Osamu's dirty heart?

His favorability seemed to be very empty from the beginning, full of conspiracy theories, and at the same time a little pitiful to the extreme.

The answer doesn't seem to matter to me, though.

After all, I am an emotionless killer who must follow my teacher's instructions and become the leader.

If you look closely, Dazai Osamu knows me very well, even a little scary, but he always makes some harmless little jokes.

Why do I insist that the person I cheated with is a non-human? Are my tastes that weird?

We went on a date to the zoo, but just because I stared at a penguin for more than ten seconds, Dazai Osamu became unhappy. His deep gaze seemed to penetrate my conscience, and he grabbed the door frame and started a world war with that penguin. His fingers were about to tear the wall apart, and he was muttering to himself in a dark manner.

"Madam, do you like the penguin that is not as cute as me?"

"…No…I was just letting my thoughts run wild. I wasn't looking at Mr. Penguin."

After looking at me suspiciously, the other party continued to shoot at me like a laser for a whole minute before stopping.

"You're still distracted while dating me. That's too much!"

Dazai Osamu has the pitiful face of an innocent girl who was betrayed by a scumbag.

"..."
Tsk, you troublesome man, are you an insecure high school girl from somewhere?

In fact, I do have a good impression of Dazai Osamu. Of course, it is only limited to the working mode of seriously correcting documents at the desk. Occasionally, he would lazily lie on the desk and act coquettishly, saying that he was so tired and wanted to die. He would feel disappointed when he saw me playing games mercilessly.

I have no resistance to handsome black-haired guys who are mature, steady, serious at work, and serious and cute.

Yes, Heimao Saigao!
So instead of dating me here to improve his favorability, Dazai Osamu should just go back to the office and work hard and act cute for me.

Dazai Osamu didn't listen to me and continued to take me to visit the zoo. I couldn't understand what the chirping animals were saying. Is there any point in visiting this place?
Giving up the struggle, I fell into Dazai Osamu's arms. I grabbed his red scarf and begged him, "Dear Aji, can you follow me to jump into the pool over there?"

Please just die, you troublemaker. You've walked around the zoo ten times!

Is this person born to be my nemesis?
Dazai Osamu hugged me naturally, spread his hands and said helplessly: "No, madam, even if you invite me to commit suicide for love, you have to wait until I finish visiting the zoo. You can't act like a spoiled child."

Looking at the crocodile popping out of the pond with sadness, I had a strong urge to push Dazai Osamu's head into it.

Through some recent events, I figured it out. Dazai Osamu was really a man with a heart of his own. I was tricked by him. The concrete evidence was that one day I searched my house thoroughly for the agreement that we had signed, but I found nothing. I only found "One Hundred and One Ways to Cook Spicy Curry", which completely dashed my hope.

If I think about it carefully, I was blinded by money and power at the time and just glanced at it hastily. I didn’t even notice whether it would be effective until my death. Isn’t this just a contract to sell my body?
I thought about twisting Dazai Osamu's head off, throwing him off the roof, and even sinking him into Tokyo Bay. I thought of no less than a hundred ways to kill and frame someone, but that gravity user is really difficult to deal with. He is watching us all the time. If Dazai Osamu dies, I might be buried with him.

Woohoo, Reborn is about to come back, and Tsuna even sent him an email, saying that Rambo was sent and asked me to take care of him. What kind of care is this? I'm going crazy.

I cried and played games on my bed at night. I was hoping for the best and confirmed with Dazai Osamu who was working hard: "Dazai, you will really die in a month, right? You won't come back to life, right? You won't crawl out of hell to prevent me from getting promoted, right?"

I know this is stupid, but I'm really not as smart as him. The teacher said that sometimes being honest is also a means of doing things.

Upon hearing this, Dazai Osamu put down the last document, put his chin on his hand and smiled meaningfully at me: "I'll tell you if you call me husband."

"Anada~" Okay, I'm going to vomit.

"Wow, I'm so touched. It turns out that Caramel Sauce loves me so much. Yes, your husband will really jump off the building and die in a month. By then, the entire Port Mafia will be yours. My dear wife, do you have anything else to answer?"

"You're not going to manipulate the most loyal gravity user to become the new leader, are you?"

"My dear, you are so smart! No way, of course I am lying to you! How could your lovely husband cheat on his wife? Let Zhongye work for Gang Hei for the rest of his life!"

He stretched himself, pushed away the documents, quickly walked over to the bed and hugged me to charge, sighing contentedly: "Ah, I feel so safe, I really want to hold you forever."

After getting the so-called answer, I became even more uneasy. Dazai Osamu is truly a hardcore worrier.

After all these heart-wrenching experiences, I finally figured it out. Dazai Osamu was planning to keep me hanging to retaliate against my indifferent attitude towards him. What a stingy man.

Don't blame me for being ruthless just because he is cold. After fooling the relatively simple-minded Nakajima Atsushi, Dazai Osamu's number one fan, to queue up to buy the book for me at the comic convention, I quickly ran to the mortal enemy of the Port Mafia to get a commission.

"I want to entrust you with something."

I solemnly launched a card worth 50 million.

"Yes, miss, do you have any commission?" The blond man with glasses handed me a cup of tea.

"Kunikida-kun, there are 50 million euros in it." A black-haired boy wearing a beret and glasses suddenly spoke up, "Also, she's married, so she should be called Madam."

"Fifty, fifty million euros!!!" Kunikida was so shocked that his glasses almost fell off. He looked at me in surprise, "Is the madam married?! She clearly looks like a minor..."

I stood up and nodded slightly: "Yes, I would like to ask..."

"It's impossible to kill your cheap husband silently. It's better to give up. It's impossible to succeed anyway."

The black-haired boy with a voice very similar to Kamiya interrupted me while chewing potato chips. What he said caused an uproar. The members turned their heads and huddled together to discuss the shocking gossip.

"Tsk!" I smacked my lips and waved my hands indifferently. "It's that guy who always plays tricks on me. Compared to committing suicide and going to hell, it's more comfortable to be killed by my beloved wife and go to heaven."

"You said something so scary with such an innocent face." Kunikida felt uncomfortable and held his glasses to pretend to be calm, but the pen he was holding tightly in his hand broke.

"Wow, that's quite an idea." Only the detective who had been eating expressed interest, staring at me with his lively emerald eyes, "Is this also a special kind of tenderness?" "This is the fatal tenderness of a wife." The doctor in a white coat sighed, "The world of adults is always full of strange things."

"What a shame. I wanted to treat him gently. It's better for him to die in the arms of his lovely wife than to die alone and rot in the dirty mud."

I took a sip of coffee and half-closed my eyes to stare at the small vortex above. The uncertainty was too worrying. A plan that could not be firmly grasped in my hands was like a blank piece of paper. I had to be on guard.

"Madam, are there any estrangements or misunderstandings between you and your husband?" The ferocious-looking young man in a gray coat in the corner asked. He seemed to be trying hard to control his tone. He must be in the internship period.

I sighed, took out a handkerchief to wipe Schrödinger's tears, as if I was overwhelmed with nameless sadness, and lied without thinking: "Yes, after all, he and I are from two different worlds."

"Because..." I said the second half of the sentence under everyone's sparkling gazes.

"He beat me at a game last time. I don't need a husband who is better at games than me."

I pretended to be grief-stricken.

"!!!"

Hearing what I said as if it was a joke, the blond young man was the first to burst out in laughter: "It's just a small matter!!!"

He opened his mouth in disbelief, and looked like he might come over and shake my head wildly, with its strange train of thought. I really wanted to say, "Are you really not here to cause trouble?"

"And I hate that he always gives me a bunch of bank cards to buy things with, that he has a different date every day, that he has to watch me wake up in the morning and I'm speechless, that he always rushes up to me after get off work and gives me a suffocating hug, and that he even makes me a fattening midnight snack at night. He's so cunning!"

I angrily listed a bunch of that man's damn heart tactics.

Everyone: "...Are you here specifically to feed the dog food?"

"Well~" The doctor covered her mouth, winked suggestively, and rushed over to hug my shoulders, "This is the interest of a newlywed couple~"

"No! You don't understand him!" I felt really wronged, hanging my head pitifully, "He really is that kind of scheming boy. Everything he does is just to break down my psychological defenses and further make me think [Ah, that guy seems really good], so as to achieve his goal."

"I understand. Men always have a certain degree of possessiveness." She lowered her head with a hidden look of envy, "After all, my wife is quite charming."

No, you really don't understand how terrifying that man, Dazai Osamu, is.

I covered my chest and left the doctor's eager hands, picked up my handbag, and said goodbye to them. If there was no result, there was no need to continue.

"Wait a minute." The boy named Edogawa Ranpo called me and looked at me with interest for a while. His emerald cat eyes flashed with the light of unknown new things. "You are very interesting. Why don't you consider me? The famous detective may inherit the detective agency in the future."

Kunikida was horrified: "Mr. Ranpo, that's a wife!!!"

I also looked at him for a while and firmly refused: "Although you are a black-haired man with a Kamiya voice, I have no interest in children."

"Huh? The famous detective is seven years older than you, and he's already twenty-six!" After throwing away the snacks, Edogawa Ranpo was unhappy. He stood up and tried to prove himself, shouting childishly, "You have such a poor vision! The famous detective is angry!"

I said blankly, "You are still immature at this age. This kind of childish behavior also reduces your points. I am not interested in raising a son. Although this type seems to be very popular, it does not attract me."

The other party was stunned by my retort, like a poor little duck that just left the warm embrace of its mother and fell into the real world. He stood there at a loss, and suddenly pointed at me with tears in his eyes: "You, an invisible master-obsessed person, have no right to criticize me. Obviously, you are also very childish! The famous detective is much better than you! At least he won't quarrel with the president!"

“Huh? How, how is that possible!!!” I don’t have a teacher complex, you’re talking nonsense!
Seeing me rushing to his desk and slamming my hands on it to deny it, he immediately stopped crying, put his hands on his hips proudly, and confidently lowered his head to my angry face and retorted: "It's useless, the famous detective has already seen through all the truth!"

"You are the ultimate master-con who says one thing and means another!"

The famous detective who saw through everything made the classic gesture of pointing out the criminal with confidence of winning.

"No, no..." I jumped and tried to cover his chattering mouth. I was so stifled that I couldn't utter a word. How could I have a master-control complex? I really hate Reborn's devilish policies. He was lying!

I, I won’t…I won’t…

Finally, under the inquiring gazes of the entire detective agency, I ran away spinelessly, shouting as I left that I would definitely come back.

Dirty evil adults!!!

Pretending to be calm while walking on the crowded street, I kept comforting myself that the immature detective was just lying. How could I, Cecilia, be so childish?

I bit my fingers and continued to deceive myself.

"Ah~ Isn't this the Caramel Girl~" A sweet voice sounded, accompanied by a sandy figure who hugged me in his arms and enjoyed the breast burying service.

Hmm... I'm almost suffocated. What is Dazai Osamu doing? I don't want the hard facial cleanser service!

It was so hot, and before I could kick him, Dazai Osamu, who was sensitive to the situation, let me out quickly, which was unusual for him. He put his hands on my shoulders, stared at a certain part of my body in confusion, and tilted his head to say "Huh?" The confusion in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and suddenly he started shaking his head wildly in fear, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Caramel girl, what's wrong with you? Don't scare daddy. Daddy didn't mean to say that you're a flat-chested loli forever. Why did you stuff two papayas I just bought this morning? Although big-breasted loli are also very cute, daddy really won't dislike you!"

He was heartbroken, like an old father worried about his rebellious daughter.

What's going on! I was dizzy from being shaken, and Dazai Osamu, who seemed to be possessed by a spirit of drama, continued to chirp in my ear: "Is it that shameless dead rat Fyodor who spread rumors? Caramel girl, you must not be deceived by that jealous husband. Forget about him quickly. Dad will marry you!"

What the hell? Is this some kind of taboo play?
The even more skilled actor, Dazai Osamu, held my hand in his hands and said in a hypocritical and tearful voice: "Tang, you don't know that Fyodor, that damned rat, secretly tore up the out-of-print ticket to Mikaze Blue that you worked so hard to buy, and secretly threw away your newly bought action figures, and even wanted to play the imprisoned yandere play with you..."

??? What, my tickets and figurines!!! Who is that mouse named Fyodor???

Seeing my shocked expression, Dazai Osamu put on a planner's smile and tried to suppress his arrogance. He whispered in the devil's ear, but his tone was heavy in vain: "And, Caramel Girl, Fyodor..."

"He can't."

(End of this chapter)