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

Of course, Haruko inherited her mother's rebellious nature. She refused to become a star, opted for early marriage and early romance. What right do you have to lecture me? Aren't you just like that?

Fortunately, Mrs. Saionji exerted enough pressure on Haruko that Haruko only dared to think about it in her heart. Unfortunately, even the most meticulous plans can have flaws. On the day Mrs. Saionji's entertainer jumped to her death—last year—Haruko secretly registered her marriage with a gentlemanly male dance partner she met in dance class. But that very night, Haruko returned home crying and confessed that her husband never touched her and had even brought an older man into their rented apartment to spend the night, kicking her out…

Mrs. Saionji discovered that Haruko's husband was someone who rose to power through his own body and was absolutely unwilling to divorce her... Of course, since the person who was keeping Haruko's husband was a big shot in the entertainment industry, she didn't dare to offend him.

They are currently separated, which is a common practice in the entertainment industry for open marriages, where each person lives their own life, but of course, they still have to inform the public that they are husband and wife when they meet.

The message Mrs. Saionji secretly conveyed to Katsuhiko was: "I've checked, she's still clean, just her reputation is a bit tarnished. She's not very old, and has a lot of potential. Don't you have many girlfriends? Our Haruko-chan is no worse than them, and she's not asking for anything more, just for a living, please give her a chance."

Chapter 134 The First Step for Couples Checking into a Hotel:

The two Disney tickets in Haruko's hand were bought with her credit card overdraft. The plan was for four people to go, but with only two tickets, her intentions would be too obvious, so she wanted to buy four.

However, Mrs. Saionji thought: "There's no need!! You're already a widow living a life of luxury, almost homeless, so don't act all coy like a young girl experiencing her first love. Do you think he'll even glance at you on the street? Impossible. Girls who want to become stars through him could line up from Tokyo to Paris."

That bastard Tanaka Yutaka hid his phone number so well; many girls who want to be big stars have to start from the bottom. You're incredibly lucky to have met such a high-quality man; isn't it all thanks to being his daughter's teacher? Hurry up and spend more time with him to build a relationship; you seem to like him quite a bit! Don't worry about being his wife; it's okay to develop feelings for him…

Mrs. Saionji carried Chinatsu into Disneyland. When they were checking their tickets at the entrance, Katsuhiko, considering the 30 million yen debt Mrs. Saionji was carrying, took out his wallet and stuffed 50,000 yen into her hand, telling her to spend it as she pleased inside.

Mrs. Saionji tried to decline, but Katsuhiko didn't give her the chance. He simply took Haruko's hand and left, then sat down on a rest chair in the garden by the entrance.

“Mr. Takenaka…uh…Mr. Katsuhiko, I…won’t your wife be angry with us like this…”

Haruko lowered her head and spoke softly, her slender fingers constantly rubbing the hem of her skirt.

Unlike Mrs. Saionji, she wasn't as open-minded about this kind of thing. After all, it was her first time doing something like this, so she must have been quite nervous! Of course, she knew what was allowed and what wasn't, even though there were many such things in various gossip news, and it had almost become a trend.

"Are you talking about Mikoto-chan?" Katsuhiko asked with utmost nonchalance. "I invited her before we came, but she said she didn't want to disturb our date, so she didn't come."

"Is...is that so...Misaka-neechan, that's...so nice..."

Although Haruko didn't know if it was true or not, Katsuhiko's relaxed appearance made her secretly relieved.

"Little Lily is also good, she's my wife too."

“Oh…ah?” Haruko responded subconsciously, then suddenly looked up, staring blankly at Katsuhiko.

She didn't know how to respond. She didn't know Xiaobaihe yet, and Xiaobaihe had never been in any gossip magazines or newspapers.

She always believed that Mikoto was Katsuhiko's secret wife.

Katsuhiko, without changing his expression, continued, "Not only Sayuri and Mikoto, but the other wives are also quite good. You should know Yumi and Yuma, who are often featured in newspapers and magazines, right?"

"Oh...it was those two, they knew..."

Haruko often followed Katsuhiko's gossip reports, which naturally included Kanzaki Yumi and Kanzaki Yuma. She secretly guessed that Katsuhiko's "other wives" probably meant girlfriends, but he used "wife" to refer to them all as intimately.

She never even considered the issue of bigamy.

"You probably don't know Eitai, Kotoha, and Masayuki yet, do you?"

"Wow, that's amazing..."

Haruko subconsciously recalled her mother's words: the girls who wanted to date him could stretch from Tokyo to Paris… While exaggerated, it wasn't entirely untrue. He was known as "Little Junichi Watanabe"! More handsome and younger than the real Mr. Watanabe… he was definitely more popular with girls.

"You don't mind?"

Sheng Yan was a little surprised. Her first reaction was "Wow, that's amazing." Shouldn't it be "Heartbreaker, scumbag"? It seems she has no intention of improving her status at all. That's good. She's a girl who doesn't fight or compete.

"Me?" Haruko was taken aback, and strangely felt respected. She subconsciously turned her head and asked softly, "Me, is there anything I should mind?"

He's not even qualified...

“I’m glad you don’t mind,” Katsuhiko said, extending his hand to her. “Would you like to walk around a bit?”

"Um……"

Haruko's hands were soft, and she seemed a little nervous. Her palms were sweaty, her face was flushed, and her fair neck and ears were also red. She lowered her eyes and occasionally stole glances.

"Do you want to sing or make movies?" Katsuhiko asked.

She has excellent physical attributes, with a similar figure to Yumi Kanzaki, though slightly shorter. She possesses a more mature air than Yumi, and a beautiful face, making her suitable for both singing and acting. After all, the [Focus Potion] can resolve many academic troubles.

“My mom wants me to be able to sing, like… like Yumi-chan,” Haruko pursed her lips, her hands trembling slightly, “No, I don’t need to be as good as her, just… just enough to pay the rent…”

They probably felt the requirements were a bit too demanding, so they quickly lowered them.

Haruko had previously studied dance and vocal music, and Mrs. Saionji was originally grooming her to become a singing girl group idol.

Now, after experiencing many things, Haruko knows her goal: to rely on her existing abilities to find a suitable and lucrative career path, and then get through this messy life.

As for acting in movies, Haruko lacked confidence and hadn't studied it... Besides, she felt that she and Katsuhiko were already tacitly acknowledging their dating relationship, and acting in movies might involve scenes with other male actors that could appear unfaithful, so she decided not to take the risk. Although Katsuhiko had so many girlfriends, he probably wouldn't care about such a minor role as her...

“You sing well, like Yumi-chan.” Katsuhiko held Haruko’s soft hand and squeezed it again, tilting his head as he said, “If you were to act, there would probably be scenes where you’re close to other male actors, and I would be very bothered by that, since you’re already my girlfriend.”

"Is...Is she already my girlfriend...?" Haruko's mind went blank, and she blurted out, "I...I will definitely...I will behave myself...I won't do anything to betray you."

"Don't make promises, it's not good to put too much pressure on yourself." Sheng Yan looked around, walked into a quiet, deserted tree-lined path, then lowered his head slightly, brought his face closer, and said, "Now that I'm your boyfriend, give me a kiss."

"Huh?" Haruko didn't react at first. When she saw Katsuhiko tilting his head to signal her, she subconsciously swallowed, her heart pounding. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and brought her lips to his.

Katsuhiko quickly turned his head, his lips aimed at...

Haruko had never been kissed before, and her awkwardness made her seem pitiful... In just a few minutes, she went limp in Katsuhiko's arms, panting with her lips parted.

The pebble path wasn't suitable for high heels, so Shengyan carried her on his back.

Haruko, snapping out of her daze, had a dazed look in her eyes again. Back then, to resist the pressure from her domineering mother, she'd randomly chosen a male classmate from her dance class whom she felt she could get along with and registered their marriage. She never imagined her legal husband's gentlemanly manners… Having never been in a relationship before, Haruko, nestled on Katsuhiko's back, suddenly felt the taste of love; her whole body felt warm and cozy, and her stomach felt comforted.

If only he were my husband… Haruko rubbed her cheek against Katsuhiko’s neck, tears streaming down her face…

"Katsuhiko-kun... I..." Haruko tried her best to suppress her wildly beating heart and spoke softly in a calm tone, "I want to go to a hotel to rest... is that alright?"

"of course can."

Katsuhiko had already left the small park, and there were quite a few hotels along the roadside. Before choosing one, Haruko whispered that her mother, Mrs. Saionji, had booked two rooms in advance before they came: a couple's room and a family room. Check-out time was 1 p.m. the next day.

Clearly, neither Chika nor Mrs. Saionji are suitable for staying in a couples' room...

With a flushed face, Haruko checked her identity at the hotel reception, got her room key, and then took the elevator to the sixth floor. She opened the door to her small room, which was lit by pink lights.

In the center is a large, round, pink bed, and the room is decorated in a warm and romantic style.

As soon as Haruko stepped into the room, her cheeks flushed even more at the sight of the furnishings. She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

Sheng Yan was also speechless about the decorations on the bed. Those things were for old married couples who had reached the seven-year itch and were running out of passion. They were not suitable for newlyweds, as using them could easily deplete their passion.

As for Haruko, even kissing made her roll her eyes. These things were too challenging for her and completely unsuitable. Even with her seven wives at home plus her friend Oriko, it wouldn't be suitable, since their passion for each other was still burning brightly.

Katsuhiko immediately gathered the things on the sheets into the drawer and said, "Don't use these things."

"Um..." Haruko lowered her head in a fluster, looking ashamed as if she wanted to disappear into the ground, and whispered, "Thank you..."

Katsuhiko held Haruko's trembling hand and asked, "Haruko-chan, do you know what the first thing is when a couple stays at a hotel?"

"I don't know..." Haruko gasped for breath as if she were suffocating.

"The first step is to check for hidden cameras."

Of course, this was extremely rare in Japanese hotel rooms in 93; it was usually found in privately rented houses... So, the first step in finding the camera was to take a shower.

However, before taking a shower, Katsuhiko called his wife at home to tell her that he wouldn't be going home that night and would be staying at a hotel with his girlfriend.

First, I called Mikoto's convenience store landline. Masayuki answered the phone, and then Mikoto and Sayuri joined in the conversation.

Katsuhiko chatted with them for a bit, then shoved the phone into Haruko's hand, who was hiding to the side looking uneasy, and said, "Say something to my wife, let's get to know each other."

Haruko's shoulders trembled, her mouth gaped open, and she almost dropped the phone.

Katsuhiko looked up at the ceiling.

Haruko leaned helplessly towards Katsuhiko, then, trembling as if going to her death, she held the receiver to her ear and whispered, "Mrs. Mikoto, Mrs. Sayuri, Mrs. Masako, hello, I, I am Saionji Haruko, please, please take care of me from now on..."

Mikoto responded like an older sister, Sayuri displayed authority, and Masako was rather eccentric, acting like a job interviewer: age, height, weight, bust, waist, and hip measurements, who else is in your family? Mikoto said, "You're married, does your husband agree?"

Although Haruko was nervous, her mind was still quite clear, and she answered each question very frankly. She and her husband had a bad relationship and no longer interfered with each other's lives... Her husband was very busy with work, and the two rarely spent time together... The only time she had ever linked arms with her husband was when they were taking their wedding photos, and he had dodged her arm in a disgusted manner...

She was incredibly open and honest. Perhaps because she'd been so humble, Sayuri felt embarrassed to maintain her authority and offered a few words of encouragement, suggesting they visit the convenience store sometime to chat about parenting tips. After all, Haruko was a kindergarten teacher and would definitely be good at taking care of children…

After hanging up the phone, Haruko's nervousness had vanished. She only felt that the three wives were really good-natured, which must be due to Katsuhiko's personal charm. After all, he's a bestselling author, a bestselling manga artist, and a songwriter who topped the charts for two consecutive months. He's so amazing...

Katsuhiko didn't call the other wives; there was no need.

However, Yazhi was extremely excited because she found out she was pregnant and also accompanied her to register her marriage. She couldn't wait to discuss parenting knowledge with Mikoto and Sayuri, and generously gave up her time to Haruko.

In addition, the locked time is on Mikoto. Currently, the gold coins she obtained have been used to exchange for a copy of "Journey Under the Midnight Sun", which has already been mailed out.

Because I've been spending a lot of time with Sayuri these past few days, once I've used up all my time on Mikoto, I'll have to focus on Sayuri next.

This is exactly the original song we urgently need. We don't need to worry about the "Aurora Five Girls" because they have Yumi's already released songs to back them up. After all, we still need to choreograph, so maybe they can be Yumi's backup dancers... I'll give the newly redeemed song to Haruko-chan.

Haruko's behavior was completely different from the rebellious personality Mrs. Saionji described; she was as docile as a lamb and unusually sensitive...

Taking into account her delicate condition, Sheng Yan also prepared a [recovery potion] and gave her a whole bottle to drink.

She never makes any demands or takes any initiative. Only when she gets emotional will she stare blankly at Sheng Yan with her watery eyes, and her breathing will gradually become rapid.

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning.

Katsuhiko felt the moisture on his lips and immediately opened his eyes.

Haruko was lying beside him, her smooth hair spread out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening with tears, staring blankly at Katsuhiko. As their eyes met, her pink lips slowly parted slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

Check-out is at 1 PM, there's plenty of time...

Chapter 135 Japanese-style Family "Bullying"

I left the room at 12:30.

Haruko cautiously linked arms with Katsuhiko, following his steps with a hesitant, dawdling manner, glancing at him every now and then, her eyes filled with unspoken words.

Katsuhiko tilted his head and said, "Just say what you want to say. I'm very gullible as long as I can agree to it."

"No...no..." Haruko lowered her head in a panic.

“Alright!” Katsuhiko quickened his pace.

“Wait, wait a minute… I…” Haruko followed two steps.

Sheng Yan immediately stopped and tilted his head to look at her.

Haruko bit her lip, took a deep breath, and whispered in a tearful voice, "Can I...can I call you husband too? I...I see that's what they all say."

As she spoke, she lowered her head, as if awaiting judgment, her eyes wandering aimlessly.