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

Damn it, Bai Lan. Why did I, a young and beautiful girl, become a married wife when I woke up?

I never thought that I would be the first among the four sisters to find a partner!

I looked at the cheap husband's head strangely, and after some consideration, I asked, "Why did you steal my household registration booklet to get married?"

My cheap husband, who had written a bunch of drafts, didn’t expect me to ask this and answered honestly, “Because I want to marry caramel sauce.”

After saying that, he sincerely took out his salary card from the bedside and handed it to me respectfully. He also made a swearing gesture and made a serious promise to me.

"This is all my property. Not only me, but these five buildings are all yours. All your subordinates will be driven by you. You can do whatever you want."

I said expressionlessly: "Then I will domestic violence you?"

After a pause of one second, he fished out a pair of handcuffs from under the bed and threw them on the bed: "Okay, I have prepared all the props, you can play whatever you want."

Even got excited.

I was even more confused: "Are you M?"

“Well, if it’s just for the caramel sauce, it’s not impossible…” He blinked lovingly at his fingers. I wonder if I turned on a weird switch in him? Why is he getting more and more excited?

"Since I love you and you love me, why can't we get married?" he said seriously.

He can talk nonsense very well, but it would be a pity if he doesn't become an actor with such good delivery skills.

It's confirmed, this guy is a complete M. He married me just so that I could kick him hard with my high heels and trample on his dignity. I didn't expect that such a pervert would be by my side.

No way, no way, where did this deeply affectionate heroine come from? In this day and age, there are still people who take it seriously. It’s true that I love you, but I’ve also told other people that I love you, including the golden retriever raised by the gatekeeper at the Vongola and the green-haired turtle raised by Dino.

Although I told you that I want to marry you, I was just sweet-talking. Please don't be so naive, okay? I am impressed that there are still such pure and unpretentious little white flowers in this day and age.

The room was tightly sealed, the curtains were dark, and there seemed to be a guard at the door. I looked at him and tentatively asked, "Can we get a divorce? I'm in a hurry to go back to Italy. My sister Bai Huahua is in the hospital and is dying of a dystocia. I have to go back to see him for the last time."

"You can choose to start the video!" The answer came in seconds.

I started to get impatient and crossed my arms, saying unreasonably, "But we don't understand. I thought you were a poor little white guy, so I kept you. I thought it was a hobby, don't you understand? Who knew you were a leader? It's meaningless."

"Cesia, a disciple of the world's number one assassin, holds the power of the Japanese branch of Vongola. She was the former secretary of the outside consultant. She is efficient, reliable and merciless. She once ruthlessly killed many opponents who opposed the succession of the young Vongola Godfather, causing the bloodshed of the Vongola succession. After the new leader successfully succeeded to the throne, he disappeared. It is rumored that he has a demonic charm and is suspected to have entanglements with many family leaders. He is seriously at odds with the Vongola Cloud Guard. His whereabouts are currently unknown..."

After looking at me, the other party recited my information by heart, and at the end he had a puppy dog ​​look on his face asking for praise. What the hell am I giving him a reward for? This guy had been planning this for a long time and actually knew that I had let him down.

Also, who compiled this information? Is it a marketing account? I have an innocent relationship with those sisters. We have a pure socialist brotherhood, okay?

"I really like the name Caramel Sauce. Although Cecia is also a good name, Caramel Sauce is cuter!"

After listening to him proudly reciting his birth date, blood type and zodiac sign, I was silent. This guy was determined to play the marriage-first-fall-in-love plot with me. It seems that I can't beat him in terms of heart.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at the man whose original name was Dazai Osamu and asked sincerely, "Excuse me, have you written your last words?"

Dazai Osamu was pleasantly surprised: "Anada, do you want to commit suicide with me? You've even thought of a love letter. Don't worry, we will definitely sleep in the same grave."

Damn suicide for love, I smiled slightly and snapped my fingers to summon supernatural powers. The next second, a teddy bear almost as tall as Dazai Osamu appeared holding a huge black sickle. On the sickle, which was shining with cold light, was my cold and ruthless face, floating in the air with pink bubbles.

Haha, what do I have to fear as a militant person?

Ignoring my perverted expression, I got off the bed, turned around and sat on the desk to look through the documents. I pointed at Dazai Osamu and ordered decisively: "Cut him into eight pieces and pack it into Tokyo Bay. Don't let anyone see it. If it's troublesome, just chop it up and feed it to the fish."

The obedient teddy bear raised the sickle and swung it at Dazai Osamu. I, heartless as I was, began to think about how to escape from the building and find my passport so that I could go back to Italy and beg for mercy from the teacher. In a blink of an eye, I found that Dazai Osamu was still standing there waiting for me intact, and the supernatural power on his side turned into stars and disappeared.

I was stunned, and then my expression became solemn.

Nullify superpowers! The ultimate anti-superpower!
I must have been having eight relationships at once in my previous life, how come I ended up running into this inhuman creature!

The documents fell from my hands all over the floor. I was stunned. Dazai straightened his coat and complained pretentiously: "Caramel sauce is so cruel. I don't want to die in such a painful way."

Wiping away his crocodile tears, he smiled again, but his smile was full of coldness, which made me shiver. He put his hands on his chin and looked straight at me, as if he had seen through me: "Supernatural powers are useless to me. There is Nakaya outside the door. I believe that Madam is a smart person."

Bah! Heart of man!
Well, even my supernatural powers are useless at the critical moment, not to mention my sisters who only know how to betray their father. If Reborn hadn't sealed all the abilities inherited from my handsome father, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

But I am a flexible person, so I chose to be the leader's wife and wait for Dazai to die before succeeding to the throne.

"Don't worry, you just need to stay with me until I commit suicide. All my inheritance belongs to you, ma'am. Don't you want the position of leader the most?"

Holding that guarantee, I was torn between a conscience and a desire. Should I stay and wait for my cheap husband to die in a month and then take over as the leader, or should I just go back with my passport and face the cold stares of Bai Lan and the others?

My moral integrity tells me no, but my conscience tells me yes. It's so torturous.

At this time, Dazai Osamu, who was secretly glancing at me, said something that broke my psychological defenses: "I will say whatever you want. After I die, all my inheritance will be yours, including my proud subordinates~"

"make a deal!"

Sorry, I'm a killer without emotions. I focus on my career and deceiving boys' hearts is the best thing for me.

These words completely blinded me, and I signed and stamped the document quickly with my eyes shining. It was definitely not because I was envious of his Mamo voice, or that pure and lovely subordinate, nor was it because I wanted to support a bunch of mistresses so that we could dance at Dazai Osamu's grave next year!

After signing, I ran to the arms of Dazai Osamu who was slowly taking back the agreement. I didn't see the treacherous smile on his face. If I had seen it, I would have definitely beaten my chest and stamped my feet. My dear, this is my big baby. When can you die soon? I really love you so much.

I saw that Dazai Osamu was becoming more and more attractive, and his favorability was even higher than that of the green-haired turtle raised by Dino. I wiped the tears from the corners of my mouth and buried myself in his arms with excitement, laughing.

"Madam, you are so clingy. I can't do anything about you. Come on, kiss me."

It’s just a contract couple, I can act that well, any type you want!
I stretched out my hand and gave a professional smile: "Holding hands is one thousand, a hug is five thousand, a kiss is ten thousand, pay by card or cash." The tall, rich and handsome Dazai Osamu took out his salary card. There was a golden glow on the back. That was the charm of the damn money. Don't worry, I have professional ethics. Ours is just a pure monetary transaction. There is absolutely no dirty emotional transaction.

"Just swipe, no password."

After saying that, he kissed me.

This handsome man stretched out his hands to ask for kisses, hugs and lift up high, and snuggled in my arms like a child, as if he had found a lost treasure. He rolled around peacefully for a long time, and finally pulled me out triumphantly to meet his subordinates.

"Chuya~ call me Madam Leader~" Dazai Osamu, who was holding me tightly, had a smug smile on his face, as if he was saying "I have a wife, but you guys are still a bunch of single dogs". He looked a bit like he was asking for a beating, and I felt like Nakahara Chuuya was about to rush over and punch him.

The face of Nakahara Chuuya who was guarding outside looked as if he had swallowed a hundred tons of Isatis root. His face was more dramatic than that of Peking Opera. His eyes kept shifting between me and Dazai Osamu, with a horrified look on his face as if an ignorant girl had been deceived by a philandering scumbag.

"Yes, Chief. Hello, Madam Chief." The loyal gravity user took off his hat and knelt on one knee to salute, but his eyes, which could be compared to a drama, told me that it is never too late to turn back.

Sorry, please don't make me give up on my dream, I won't look back.

After showing their affection for a long time in the building, my legs were almost numb. Dazai Osamu was not tired at all as he told his number one fan, Nakajima Atsushi, about his exaggerated love history. He told it as if it were true, as if he had gone through a lot of hardships to get me back, and he was so excited that he wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Finally it was night, and as Dazai Osamu had just kicked one leg onto the bed, I excitedly took out the recorder and script from under the bed and pulled his collar hard.

"Read quickly! Read quickly! Remember to pronounce each word clearly and with deep emotion and intonation!"

"Cough cough... Madam! Calm down!" Dazai Osamu, who almost died in my hands, stopped me with a pale face and coughed hard for a long time. I felt so distressed that I made honey water for him to drink.

Dazai Osamu, who was lying on me, let me feed him mouthful by mouthful weakly. He coughed, his eyelashes were stained with tears, and his eyes were shining with tears. He said aggrievedly that he wanted to be kissed, hugged and lifted up, otherwise his throat would be uncomfortable.

"Ma'am, Azhi is not feeling well and wants some coffee to soothe his throat."

"Good good."

I quickly got out of bed and made coffee.

"I also want the milk that Madam herself cooked."

"it is good."

"You also have to say that you love Azhi the most in this world."

"Yeah, I love you the most."

Dazai Osamu remained silent, obviously dissatisfied with my extremely perfunctory reading. His deep eyes seemed to want to pierce my guilty heart. He pouted his lips, and like a girlfriend who is upset because her boyfriend has made a mistake, he crossed his arms, turned his head and snorted, asking a soul-searching question.

"Then who is cuter compared to your Mamo-chan?"

This is such a life-threatening question. I remained silent. I didn’t have the nerve to say that I will always love Mamo-chan and that you are at most a substitute.

After a long while, under the death gaze, I spoke against my conscience: "You are the cutest."

"How does it compare to the cherry bomb in Plants vs. Zombies?" the other party kept on asking.

How did this guy know that I like playing games, but I don’t like cherry bombs. What I like is machine gunners, who have a hot heart under their cold appearance, who do more and talk less and stick to their duties, and are strong and reliable, and have a natural feel.

"You're cute." I really meant it this time.

"That……"

What the hell! Seeing that he still wanted to talk, I turned cold, put down the cup, put away my smile and stared at him coldly, moving my wrists impatiently, and the sound of bones colliding rang out in the room.

"Tell me, do you want to recite the Buddha's name or not? My patience is limited. If you don't want to recite the Buddha's name, get off my bed!" Look at you being so pretentious!

Dazai Osamu, who was lying on the bed, lost his temper in an instant. He picked up the script weakly, and hung his head listlessly like a young wife who had done something wrong: "Madam, don't be angry, I will read..."

Wouldn't it have been better if he had done this earlier? Why did he have to be so stubborn? I don't understand what he wanted to do.

I held up the recorder with satisfaction. I was so moved that I didn't even want to care about Dazai Osamu's (CVmamo) mischief. When I return to Italy, I must keep this recorder as a treasure and put it next to Sawada Tsunayoshi's (CV Naniwaka) recorder.

"Um, ma'am..." My clothes were pulled. I turned around curiously and pulled my clothes back.

"Why are you pulling my clothes? I like this dress so much, please don't tear it."

"No... I mean..." Dazai Osamu, who was stiff for a second and almost vomited blood, smiled and took my hand and put it on his collar. Under the rendering of the light, it was even more seductive. The corners of his lips smiled lightly, and his honest hand climbed along his arm. "Don't you think we should do something very happy?"

He winked at me in a very suggestive way, with little stars in his eyes almost overflowing, which was quite cute.

"You're right." My mind flashed and I patted his shoulder in agreement. Dazai Osamu's radiant face showed incomparable expectation, and he was eagerly waiting for me to pounce on him and eat him up.

"So, ma'am, should we now..."

"So I'm going to play games now, want to join me?" I interrupted him, holding up my phone, kindly reminding him, and gave him a thumbs up, "Want to play duo?"

The light in Dazai Osamu's eyes, which were originally full of hope, went out in a second. It was a broken glass heart that could not be put back together even with 502.

"Okay..." He opened the page on his phone while choking with sobs, almost crying with joy.

??? So he likes playing games so much!!!

Then I'll play games with him tomorrow night.

(End of this chapter)