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

My teacher once euphemistically said that I had a problem with my brain and that I had ruined his reputation.

Moreover, there is no artistry in the soul, and even killing can turn into a slaughter scene.

So I replied to the teacher seriously.

Teacher, times have changed.

After saying that, I took out the latest model of mobile phone and logged into the New Age Killer Network, trying to use the latest data in the current killer world as a basis.

I gave him a look that showed care for the elderly, indicating that I would definitely take care of the teacher until the end of his life and would not send him to a nursing home or remove his oxygen mask.

Adhering to the attitude of respecting the old and loving the young, I answered earnestly.

"Teacher, I have already booked the most expensive cemetery in Italy for you. I have also hired the best black coffin-bearing team and customized a wreath worth 50 million. When you pass away, you will definitely be the most prestigious person in Sicily!"

Reborn's expression changed for some reason. After a few seconds of strange silence, his dark eyes stared at me. There was a calm before the storm brewing in his deep eyes, and his hand moved slightly.

Len on the brim of his hat also looked at me with a faint little eye, his emerald green tail curled into a tangled circle, as if he was considering whether to shoot me in the head.

Silence is the Vongola of tonight.

Finally, my teacher looked at me meaningfully, gave me an unspeakable look, and suddenly sneered, making my scalp numb.

Cecia, you'll be a fine lady if you just keep your mouth shut.

Oh, and a functioning brain.

Leaving me with a cold and ruthless back, the world's number one killer was gone. The brothers who had been eavesdropping at the door breathed a sigh of relief and comforted me, saying that although I was a fool, they would not despise me.

The calmest among them, Sawada Tsunayoshi, was very surprised to see me alive. He patted my shoulder and said that the three of us brothers could go out for a meal to celebrate.

Senior sister, you are still alive!

He exclaimed as if he had seen a miracle.

These words became in my ears——

How dare you still have the nerve to live? The teacher is extremely disappointed in you!
Infinite grievances surged in my heart, and I patted their shoulders firmly and told them, good brothers, I will cook tonight, just tell me what you want to eat.

The two people in front of me disappeared, leaving me with dust and garbage roaring in the air.

You see, I am disliked by the two chiefs, and they have already embarked on the dirty path of social people.

The day after Reborn went on a business trip, I ran away from home.

A week after I ran away from home, I got married.

One month after I got married, I lost my husband... No, my marriage is stable and I just got out of jail, so don't worry.

Thinking back to the past, I lay on the dining table, tapping the white porcelain plate with my fork.

The young man in a white shirt opposite was cutting the steak with dark soy sauce with a look of deep hatred on his face. After making mental preparations, he looked righteous and swallowed the food down his throat without chewing his eyes. The next second, he fell on the table with a blue face and died with his eyes open.

After a while, the black-haired young man who was suspected of being poisoned climbed up tenaciously, staring at the last piece of beef on the plate with a pale face, making an arduous psychological struggle. He pursed his lips, looked at the steak which was comparable to the devil's food in his eyes, and then looked at me who was staring at him without changing my expression. He closed his eyes, raised his knife, and swallowed the last bite with tears in his eyes.

The young man's head slammed on the table with a bang, and a muffled voice came from his arms, full of sadness.

"Madam, you are very beautiful and lovely, but the food you cook... is really..." After choking, he slowly raised his seaweed-like head, and then drooped it down again.

I raised my eyelids to look at him, then calmly poured the black vinegar on the steak in front of me.

After a shudder, he covered his face in grief and said, "No, it's really delicious. It's so delicious that I can't eat anything else. Please, I'll cook for you from now on, please!"

"So you like my cooking so much?"

The miserable Dazai drank the tenth glass of lemon and forced a clear smile, "Yeah, I like it the most. I like it very much."

"Then you can eat my portion too. You really like curry, don't you?"

I pushed for the spicy curry with strawberry jam.

Osamu Dazai: "!!!"

The aggrieved Dazai Osamu ate a large plate of food with tears in his eyes, and there was really nothing left.

In the afternoon, Nakahara Chuuya, the old lady who was always worried about our lives, asked me to talk to her alone.

The male mother, Nakahara Chuuya, frowned and taught me earnestly: "Take it easy. Recently, the leader always looks listless and weak in the meetings, and always goes to the toilet in the middle of the meeting."

I sneered, not caring about it, "What? He can't do it, so you blame me for being too good?"

Knowing that Dazai Osamu was a wife-slave, Nakahara Chuuya shut up, looked at me with strange eyes, and said something out of the blue.

"Your temper is so unstable, could it be that you are pregnant?"

"..."

I refused to talk about the subject, he was thinking about peaches.

But the wet nurse, Nakahara Chuuya, had a very big imagination. Seeing my look of disgust, she became more certain of her own ideas. She had already figured out the problems with the stroller and milk powder. She subconsciously ignored my Erkang hand, which was slow to realize it, and was busy planning to enroll the trainee male father Dazai Osamu in a parenting class. Her expression looked as if the child was his.

It is impossible to divorce Dazai Osamu, and it is also impossible to run away. Dazai Osamu is too evil and despicable. If I say one thing, he can refute me ten thousand times with reason and evidence in an orderly manner. Is this the difference in IQ?

I once asked myself how much I like Dazai Osamu. Probably not a point. My liking has always been cheap, including but not limited to cats and dogs on the street.

The bloody lessons I learned in my childhood destined me to be indifferent and distant towards love. Even if I fall in love, it would be a cheap emotion that can be packed up at half price at any time.

Can love be eaten? Being in love is just for temporary pleasure. True love requires mutual responsibility between both parties. The risk is too great and not worth it.

But he gave me all his property. Who doesn’t like money? This feels great!
I think I am very rational, very rational, I was just blinded by Dazai Osamu's beauty.

Yes, that's right, no other reasons!

At night, I was holding a cup of wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea in my hand, my mind was wandering. I heard some noise from the bathroom, and subconsciously looked over with lifeless eyes. I was immediately scared sober and almost spilled the health tea in my hand onto the bed.

A pair of bony fingers covered with steam climbed on the edge of the door frame, and a wet seaweed head emerged, followed by Dazai Osamu's 1.80-meter-tall figure and a face full of affection and hesitation.

The wet tie, the white shirt that is almost transparent and sticks to the skin, the black suit pants that have turned into tights, the half-smile on the face, the slender fingers that are unbuttoning the buttons, he looks more than a little sexy, and he can go into the sea with just a few breaths.

The stunner Dazai Osamu looked at me with sparkling eyes, exuding a charm that was a hundred times more dazzling than before, more enchanting than a seductive fairy, and spoke in a sweet and coquettish tone.

"Madam, what do you want to play this time? How about a wet play?"

The hand holding the health tea was shaking.

I don't know whose slander Dazai Osamu has listened to recently. He has been making more and more noises, as if he is eager to prove something. It's my fault. I shouldn't have been confused by his sickly young master's character and shouldn't have laughed at his boiled chicken. As a result, he can only rely on wolfberry to survive.

This little devil wants me to die. There is only half a bag of wolfberries left that Zhongyuan Chuye gave me. Will I still be alive after tonight?
I looked blankly, as if I had attained the state of immortality and had no desires: "Did you see your desk?"

The black-haired handsome young man in front of me had a wide grin on his face, as if he understood. He nodded like a chick pecking at rice and rubbed his hands in anticipation.

"Office play? You are worthy of being the lady!"

"Sit on it."

"Okay~"

"That's where you'll sleep tonight. Let's play with each other. If you dare to climb into my bed, I'll take you to get sterilized tomorrow."

Dazai Osamu: "..." The smile gradually disappeared.jpg
Looking at me in disbelief, ignoring my charming husband and closing his eyes alone, Dazai Osamu fell down with lifeless eyes, drops of water dripping on the table, and he whimpered alone, a little Dazai who had lost his dream.

Nice! Saved the waist that was about to run away from home.

I thought I could play house with Dazai Osamu until we grow old. I have nothing to lose anyway. On the other hand, the money in the vault is increasing, and the port mafia is at my disposal. Is there anything more satisfying than this?

No, only those with power and influence can gain a foothold in society. Society is so cruel and people's hearts are so superficial. If you don't have strength, you will only be trampled under the feet of the strong. There is nothing wrong with that.

Suppose, I love Dazai Osamu, then power must account for 90%.

I became arrogant due to my power and ignored Nakajima Atsushi's kind reminder. I wore a mink coat and a bright red cheongsam, held a cigarette and candy in my mouth, and started going to nightclubs with Dazai Osamu's money.

Before I even stepped into the door, Dazai Osamu arrived with a locator on me and ordered the mafia to take over the nightclub. Not only that, he also threatened all the nightclubs with a cold face that he would put me on the blacklist and whoever picked me up would be in trouble.

After being dragged home by Dazai Osamu, I was completely exhausted and had so much free time that I carved out a Barbie dream house.

Seeing my nature as a corporate slave, Dazai Osamu was happy to stuff all the confidential documents of Hong Kong and the underworld into my hands. From then on, Dazai Osamu would play games and slack off in the desk hole in the office while I would wear glasses to attend meetings, or I would hold Dazai Osamu in my arms while reviewing documents, and Dazai Osamu would act like a little bird and show off his love to me in front of all his subordinates.

Unable to bear it any longer, Nakahara Chuuya rushed out the door first, went into the toilet and vomited for a long time, and for the first time in his life, he took half a day off to go to the hospital for gastric lavage.

Dazai Osamu's possessiveness of me grew day by day. I looked at a cat on the street for a second longer, and when I turned around, I saw Dazai Osamu staring at the cat with anger, making meaningless purring sounds, and squatting on the ground staring at the cat for five minutes. It was so stupid that I couldn't bear to look at it.

To be honest, I saw the shadow of my father who became a star in the sky in Dazai Osamu. In order to monopolize my mother, he drove away all the animals on our street.

Oh no, I want to call dad.

Moreover, my conscienceless heart moved for the first time. It was wrong for us to continue like this. Dazai Osamu would definitely not have a good life with a scumbag like me. For the sake of his future life, I decided to let him go and get out of his life as soon as possible.

Thinking this, I naturally ignored Dazai Osamu who was watching me from behind, and secretly packed my luggage.

One day, I was reviewing documents in the office of Gang Hei leader as usual. I was watching Nakahara Chuuya, who had a thinner waist than me, reading a report. Suddenly, Nakajima Atsushi rushed in in a panic and said, "Chief, no, madam, something bad has happened. He saw Dazai Osamu running away with a red-haired guy."

What, I was cheated!!!

That's too much, I have to kick him! Thinking of the fact that Dazai Osamu might be gay, I kicked over the desk, ignored Nakahara Chuuya's shout of "Fuck! This is the top floor!", broke the glass and jumped down among the pile of documents.

Nakahara Chuuya and Nakajima Atsushi tried to persuade me to calm down, but I couldn't catch up with the lady who was driving the electric motor. Holding the Gatling gun, I rushed to the door of the rival armed detective agency, but before I could kick the door to ask them to hand over the adulterer, the door opened automatically.

“Bang—” the small firecracker exploded, and ribbons and shredded paper covered my face. In front of me were members of the detective agency holding small firecrackers, and behind them were—no, I didn’t want to see—

It was too late. Behind him was Dazai Osamu holding a bouquet of roses. His eyes lit up and he was about to blurt out the answer while holding the roses.

"Madam... cough cough——" The voice stopped abruptly. Dazai Osamu, who had a mouthful of roses, coughed violently. Fortunately, the thorns of the roses had been pulled out, but he still swallowed a handful of roses with strength and finished the second half of the sentence.

"How do you feel about staying with me forever, ma'am?"

"not so good!"

I retracted my hand from Dazai Osamu which I had reflexively pushed against him, and ignoring the crowd's jeers, I took a step back, shaking my head repeatedly. I dropped the Gatling gun in fear, turned around and ran faster than when I caught him cheating, with an idea circling in my mind.

It's over. Dazai Osamu has gone crazy. He wants to tie me to his account completely. If I don't run away now, when will I run?

I was running in front with my hands and feet together, leaving an afterimage. Behind me, Dazai Osamu, who was holding a rose and insisting on having a baby with me, was like a devoted little wife, following me, a scumbag who didn't recognize me after putting on clothes, with unrepentant love.

In the end, it was me, Cecia, who was defeated. I was blocked by Dazai Osamu at the entrance of Yokohama Airport. I glanced at my arms on both sides, took a deep breath, and tried to convince him with reason.

"We are not suitable for each other. I have nothing but money and can't give you what you want." I said with a trembling voice.

Dazai Osamu, who was holding the wall with both hands and leaving no room for retreat, said indifferently: "Really? It doesn't matter. I love everything about Caramel Sauce."

But I don't love you, calm down, I am really just a heartless scumbag. In this situation, I, who am of short height, finally felt the pain of being dominated by the 1.80-meter-tall Dazai Osamu. No matter how I looked at me, I felt shorter than him, and I trembled with fear and looked away.

Airplane, why are you an airplane? Why can't you take me to Italy?

Unexpectedly, Dazai's face turned even darker, and he forced my head back. If you look closely, you can see that his skin is really good. I couldn't help but show him the fascinated look that I used to despise, but I came to my senses the next second and despised myself.

"As expected, Madam, you still want to run away. I have given you power, money, beauty, body, and work... If that's the case..."

He lowered his head and muttered to himself.

I felt a chill on my back and thought that if the location was wrong, Dazai Osamu would kill me on the spot.

I swallowed hard. Dazai Osamu's expression became more and more grim. He took back one hand and rummaged in his pocket. However, what he pulled out was not the gun that shot me dead, but an exquisite little box decorated with broken diamonds.

He knelt on one knee, holding up the contents of the box, which was shining with a brilliance that made all the women scream and go crazy. That top-notch, incomparable light attracted the attention of all the women in the airport. They all looked at us, and some even started to make a noise.

The person in the middle who seemed to have experienced a lot shouted excitedly: "Quick! Promise him, ignore the secular world and elope!!!"

It's over, now that you've become the focus, accepting rejection is a big trap.

Dazai Osamu said sincerely: "Marry me for real. Maybe it's despicable, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

That diamond ring is exactly what I want. It was made according to my ideal type and it is bigger and more beautiful than any other diamond I have ever seen!
I was actually shaken for a second. Perhaps, apart from Dazai Osamu, I would never meet another person who treats me well unconditionally. Where else could I go after I rejected him and returned to Italy? There were so many teachers and students, my fellow apprentices were dealing with family affairs, and there was also an uncle who had been missing for a long time and was looking for the glory of life...

I was confused, and Dazai Osamu pressed the issue: "After you give birth to a child, she will be the next leader. In other words, Caramel Sauce will be the leader."

I was greatly shaken, but Dazai Osamu continued, "Besides, you are good at martial arts and I am good at literature. The child will win at the starting line when he is born. When he stands at the finish line and looks up at the world, he will be the most beautiful child!"

Finally, Dazai Osamu delivered the fatal blow: "I will bring all my belongings with me and marry into the Shibusawa family from now on!"

Without any hesitation, I put on the ring in seconds, and my eyes and Dazai Osamu's sparks of love flew in the air, bursting out the magma of love, and boarded the giant wheel of love.

There were cheers all around, wishing lovers finally got married.

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————The above is excerpted from "On the History of How the Black Leader in Hong Kong Gained a Wife and Transformed into a Househusband"

Back to Hong Kong. After Dark——

Sitting in the chief's exclusive chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from curling up wildly. I stared at the diamond ring shining brightly on my left ring finger. I had already thought about going back to Italy to show off to my fellow countrymen. I was really promising.

The person in the dark walked over, hugged me from behind, interlocked our fingers, smiled innocently, and with a hint of pride, he slowly whispered a few words in my ear.

"Do you know why my brother-in-law and the others didn't pursue Caramel Sauce for running away from home?"

Reluctantly moving my eyes away from the diamond ring, I said "Huh?" and turned away, not knowing how to respond to the sudden topic.

Dazai Osamu said slowly: "Because, I sent an email saying that you have caramel sauce."

Ah, a delaying tactic, quite clever.

At this moment, I didn't understand the seriousness of the matter and continued to immerse myself in the incomparable brilliance of the diamond ring, grinning foolishly. Then the devil's whisper came, and although the tone was clearly one of repentance, I heard a hint of complacency.

"But when I did it, I didn't wear it..."

He said this harmlessly and hugged her even tighter.

My smile gradually disappeared and I could no longer smile.

Beauty can mislead people, it is poisonous, and it specifically persecutes honest people.

————The above is excerpted from "On the bloody history of how the wife of the black leader in Hong Kong was forced to take the position with her family"

(End of this chapter)