Tokyo: They say it's just dating, but they're serious about it.

"It's alright, but I can't compare to President Takenaka. You are truly admirable. Mr. Kudo, whom I met yesterday, said he is your father-in-law. The two Miss Kanzaki must have been attracted by your charm! Turn left at the next intersection."

"You must keep this a secret for me, because my reputation for the rest of my life will be in your hands."

Katsuhiko brushed it off with a joking tone, continued turning left, and then said, "If this gets exposed, I'll be completely ruined."

For Sheng Yan, her concern about her own romantic relationships was a good start; at least she didn't dislike married men with girlfriends and even had the mood to chat.

"Then I'll have to make good use of this." Shiraki Masayuki's laughter sounded somewhat lewd. "Let's keep going."

The public has a lot of tolerance for freelance artists, especially in terms of their love life. It's like saying that if a person isn't romantic, he's not a true artist... Artists who are purely romantic seem abnormal to the public, as if they have kidney deficiency or something wrong with them.

“Alright, let’s not talk about using each other for now,” Katsuhiko stopped and glanced back at the overpass 800 meters away, then said, “I see you, hurry up and come out!”

Although we haven't found out where she's hiding yet, it's unusual that she's still directing people to turn left and right after walking this far. She must be in a car, considering her identity... BMW? Mercedes?

"You saw me?" Shiraki Masako laughed, letting out a string of silvery sounds. "And what clothes am I wearing?"

"I can't see the clothes, I can only see people."

Chapter 109 The Doctor's Seed Donation Plan

Katsuhiko couldn't trick her out of it, so he could only keep walking forward with a dark face, just as she had said. He continued, "You should have told me in advance, at least let me ride a bicycle."

"That's the building over there. I'll go ahead now, 302."

As she was speaking, a taxi drove past Sheng Yan with a whoosh.

A white-gloved hand reached out from the driver's side window of the taxi, waved it briefly, and then immediately withdrew it.

"Neuropathy."

Sheng Yan laughed in exasperation. He had only glanced at the taxi earlier and hadn't expected her to be so bored as to pretend to be the driver.

About 30 meters away, past the small garden, there are two high-end apartment buildings with fewer than ten floors.

The taxi was parked in a parking space near the entrance of a building.

There was no one in the car.

Sheng Yan entered the building and pressed the button for the third-floor elevator.

The door to room 302 is a dark brown solid wood door, which looks quite valuable.

Katsuhiko approached the door and just as he raised his hand to ring the doorbell, the door was pushed open by Shiraki Masako.

She looks to be about the same age as Mikoto.

However, unlike Mikoto's domestic temperament, she exudes an intellectual air of the elite class.

Her shoulder-length black hair was slightly wavy and smelled of conditioner, so she must have just had a perm, a popular foam perm, and she deliberately left a few wisps of hair around her cheeks.

The pearl earrings swayed in her hair.

She wore a beige silk shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing her delicate collarbone. She wore a thin gold necklace with a small diamond pendant at the bottom that just barely didn't dangle into her cleavage.

Her bust size is about the same as Mikoto's...

The cuffs of her white shirt were rolled up, and a Cartier watch was worn on her slender wrist.

The bottom is a pair of black, high-waisted satin wide-leg pants with a nice drape, making you look taller and slimmer as you walk.

I'll buy Mikoto an outfit like this sometime; it looks quite sophisticated...

She was wearing light pink sheepskin slippers, no socks, and her toenails were painted with nude nail polish.

As Katsuhiko openly scrutinized Shiraki Masako from head to toe, Shiraki Masako reciprocated by scrutinizing Katsuhiko in the same manner.

He looks even more handsome and taller than he does on TV.

Perhaps because he had only graduated a year ago and was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, there still seemed to be a hint of immaturity between his brows.

He has a short, neat haircut, a full forehead, a high nose bridge, clear eyebrows and eyes, and a carefree look in his eyes.

He was wearing a very affordable white shirt, which suited his figure quite well.

Perhaps because he had been teasing him all the way here, he was slightly sweaty, and his shirt looked a little damp. The shirt clung tightly to his full chest muscles, but unfortunately, only one button was undone at the collar.

This must be the essence of youth and health.

As an older, unmarried female doctor who desperately wants a child, she can't help but develop feelings for healthy and handsome young men.

Such a promising young artist... no wonder he's so womanizing, he certainly has exceptionally good qualities.

However, he came to the wrong person to deliver the "mysterious prescription" to the sickly Noda.

Whether it works or not, it's not what the older sister wants to see, so the younger brother should just give up!

"Welcome, President Takenaka, please come in."

As Shiraki Masayuki spoke, a slight smile appeared on her lips, and then she stepped aside to make way for the doorway.

On the clothes rack, among a pile of high-end designer casual wear, hangs a simple doctor's white coat.

"Ms. Shiraki has such great taste in clothes." Katsuhiko looked amazed and continued, "She's more mature and charming than I imagined."

Based on their conversation and the fact that she had directed him to travel such a long distance, Sheng Yan had a rough idea of ​​her temperament.

They didn't act like someone in a high position at all; they seemed more like flirting during an affair.

Have you made enough money? Tired of being a mistress? Don't want to live a life of leisure anymore?

He seems quite optimistic... I actually quite enjoy dealing with people like that—easygoing, easygoing, and open-minded...

Of course, we also need to guard against being manipulated by her. But really, is there anything she can manipulate? Perhaps only the upcoming issue of fake medical records. Actually, it doesn't matter much; it mainly depends on her needs…

What kind of person do you imagine me to be?

Shiraki Masayuki smiled and handed over a pair of men's slippers, still in their packaging.

"A naive little girl, just like the Kanzaki sisters!"

Katsuhiko reluctantly took the shoes, put them on, and although they were a little small, they were still wearable.

A smile appeared in Shiraki Masayuki's eyes as she turned and walked towards the living room, saying, "You wouldn't be disgusted by the two of them, would you?"

Masako Shiraki suddenly wanted to know Katsuhiko's attitude towards relationships.

She greatly admired the Kanzaki sisters for their courage in fighting over their boyfriend in front of television reporters.

Katsuhiko's evaluation of the two sisters led Shiraki Masako to believe that he didn't quite like the sisters' courageous behavior.

Could it be that he's had enough of playing with her, is tired of her, and wants to dump her?

“Immaturity has its own appeal, and maturity has its own charm,” Katsuhiko said as he stepped onto the deep red wool carpet and into the living room, which was filled with the mixed scents of bergamot and cypress. He then slumped onto the caramel-colored leather sofa and continued, “Miss Masako has both qualities, combining immaturity and maturity.”

The first time they contacted each other, they played this childish game of running all the way. This was probably because, in addition to being worried about being discovered by Noda, she was also taking advantage of what she thought was her advantage and deliberately teasing people.

He hadn't revealed the purpose of his trip yet, and she probably thought he was trying to get close to her in order to climb the social ladder by associating with the deputy district head.

Shiraki Masayuki covered her mouth and said, "So that's what Mr. Katsuhiko thinks. How do I compare to your wife?"

"He's definitely not as good as my wife."

Shiraki Masayuki was taken aback, then laughed and asked, "Where do I fall short of your wife?"

"My wife allows me to have a girlfriend; no woman in the world can do that easily."

“That’s not necessarily true~” Shiraki Masako laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

"for example?"

Shiraki Masako narrowed her eyes slightly and said softly, "Mrs. Noda."

"Oh, I see, I see. Big shots have special privileges." Katsuhiko nodded as if he suddenly understood, then changed the subject and continued, "Won't Deputy Ward Chief Noda misunderstand if we're alone like this?"

With a smile in her eyes, Shiraki Masayuki said, "You're not scared, are you?"

As she spoke, she sat elegantly opposite Sheng Yan, separated by a black marble coffee table. On the table sat a bottle of decanted Bordeaux classified growth red wine, along with two crystal decanters. A brick-sized ashtray contained a half-smoked Seven Stars cigarette.

"I'm worried about you. What will you do without the district chief?"

"Now, all we have left is the doctor-patient relationship."

"Okay, I'll take it as you teasing me for secretly directing me to run such a long way earlier."

"Isn't that possible?"

"No problem, you can go even harder."

Shiraki Masayuki suddenly stood up, placed her hands on the coffee table, leaned slightly forward, and the diamond pendant around her neck swayed in front of her deep cleavage. She said softly, "What if I told you I wanted you to have a child with me?"

Katsuhiko sat up straight, staring at the diamond pendant, and said, "Without an emotional foundation, you can't come."

Shiraki Masayuki smiled slightly, sat back on the sofa, and said softly, "What if I threaten you?"

Katsuhiko tilted his head and said, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Shiraki Masako smiled slightly, picked up the wine bottle, poured wine into two glasses, and said jokingly, "Perhaps it's because you're too outstanding, and I didn't want to miss out..."

Now, thanks to Noda's connections, she has reached the pinnacle of her career.

Noda, after being secretly treated by himself and his wife for more than two years, is now showing signs of becoming gay again.

Masayuki Shiraki has a clear plan for her future: she is already over thirty and it is impossible for her to remarry, so she will take advantage of the fact that she can still have children and have one as soon as possible.

I envy those who raise children; after all, they've learned so much about parenting, they can't afford to waste it, or they'll die with regrets...

The young man in front of me is exactly the ideal person to borrow a child from.

Talented, handsome, tall, and with a slightly rebellious air, I'm quite fond of him... I wonder if my son will be like him someday? He'll definitely charm many girls and won't have to worry about finding a wife...

Of course, we can't just look at his appearance and knowledge. We need to use scientific methods to conduct a comprehensive physical examination to see if he has any hereditary diseases or hidden ailments.

We also need to check if he has any bad habits...

“I like straightforward women like you,” Katsuhiko commented, then changed the subject, “but these things can’t be rushed.”

“I can’t help it, I’m not young anymore,” Shiraki Masako smiled slightly, raised her glass and swirled it at Katsuhiko, asking, “Would you like a drink?”

"Then let's have a drink. I also have something on my mind that I have nowhere to talk to."

Sheng Yan glanced at his watch; it was nine o'clock. Now that he knew about her request to conceive, whether it was true or not, it seemed quite real... He should ignore her for now and quickly steer the conversation toward the purpose of his trip.

After all, I need to wait at the government office at 10:00 sharp to register with a certain lady. I can't be late, otherwise it will be difficult if all three of them are there. I can't make an obvious mistake; let them make it.

Shiraki Masayuki raised an eyebrow slightly, poured the wine into the crystal glass with a gurgling sound, and said, "I have a minor in psychology and would be happy to be a listener. Would that be convenient for you?"