My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

He took the necklace, unfastened the clasp, held both ends, stood up, came behind Hui, wrapped the two ends of the necklace around Hui's neck, and finally... fastened it!

The gleaming gold necklace was only slightly larger than Hui's neck, firmly locking it in place. The pendant, bearing the symbol of eternity, hung just at Hui's delicate and lovely V-shaped collarbone, highlighting the curves of her collarbone.

The minimalist style and simple design, without too much complexity, add a touch of charm to the pure and ethereal temperament, binding the fairy of the Jade Pool with mortal chains, adding a touch of captivating charm to every gesture.

"Does it look good?" After the necklace was put on, Hui felt that her neck, which had never been covered by anything before, was now encircled by a chain for the first time, and, if nothing unexpected happened... this chain would encircle her for the rest of her life.

The symbolic meaning of this made Hui feel both sweet and a little shy.

"Beautiful!" Kouta exclaimed.

"Oh, right, Hui, there's also a little one."

"There's more?" Hui was in a very happy mood, and her tone was much lighter.

At this point, even if Kouta proposed something absurd, Kei would not refuse.

"There was some gold left over at the time, so I made a ring," Kouta said, taking a small gold ring out of his pocket.

"A ring?" Hui looked at the ring that Kōta had taken out.

"Come here, Hui, let me put it on you!"

"kindness."

"Not the right hand, it's the left hand."

"Oh." Hui stretched out her left hand blankly.

Hui's hands were incredibly beautiful, like exquisite works of art. Her ten fingers were slender and delicate, like green onions. Her fair hands had a baby-like whiteness, as if you could squeeze water out of them. Her skin was as white as the first snow, yet there was no trace of paleness. Her fingernails were not painted with nail polish; they were a natural light pink.

Kouta grasped Kei's left hand and then precisely placed the ring on Kei's... ring finger.

"Kungta, wait a minute!" Even the slow-witted Hye realized that the ring finger was where the wedding ring was worn.

"what happened?"

"Kouta, are you wearing it wrong? The ring finger is for wedding rings..."

"Does Hui not want to marry me?"

"Ah—" Hui's face turned bright red, "Why are we suddenly talking about this?"

"Hui, are you willing?"

"I...I...don't you know the answer?"

"That settles it then. I'll reserve the spot for Hui's wedding ring now."

"What do you take me for? You even took my spot first?!" Hui said, somewhat annoyed, but she didn't stop Kouta's behavior.

Afterwards, Kouta ordered two more desserts, which Hui happily ate.

But at that moment,

jingle!

A text message notification sounded.

Kouta found it a bit strange. He had very few friends, so who would send him a message at this time?

After opening his phone, Kouta's expression changed drastically upon seeing the messages.

"Kouta, what's wrong?" Hui asked, noticing that Kouta's expression was off.

"Ah, nothing, Hui, is it good?" Kouta said, exiting the text message interface as he did so.

"It's delicious, Kouta, you should try some too."

Kouta seemed completely unaffected as he opened his mouth and bit the spoon that Kei handed him, but he was actually a little distracted.

The text message I just received was from Chie Maeda. It was very simple, just five words: Kouta, goodbye!

In addition, there is a photo, a selfie, showing Maeda Chie with tears streaming down her face, looking utterly despondent. The background is a dimly lit luxury room, which appears to be a hotel room based on its furnishings. The view through the floor-to-ceiling windows confirms that it is a high-rise room.

Seeing this photo, Kouta began to feel uneasy.

Chapter 290 Crisis Sensation

"Hui, why don't we go back first?" Kouta suddenly said.

"Huh?! You're being so well-behaved today?"

"Hui, what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing. I just meant it's getting late, let's go back," Hui replied shyly.

Based on her understanding of Kouta, that lecherous man, she knew he wouldn't let her off the hook today. Hui had prepared herself to be bullied by him because of his efforts, but then Kouta actually suggested going home.

However, Hui felt that she wasn't a girl with unsatisfied desires, so she might as well go back. After all, she wouldn't be the one to suffer a loss!

After leaving the skyscraper, it was already close to evening. Countless workers were finishing their day's work and heading home, and the roads were packed with cars.

Kouta planned to let Kei go home first, and then he would deal with Maeda Chie's predicament. Just then, a sharp-eyed taxi driver noticed the couple and slowly drove towards them. Kouta took the opportunity to flag down the taxi, and after settling Kei into the car, he said softly, "Kei, you go home first. I have some things to do and will be back later."

"What's up? I want to go too."

"Don't make a fuss, it's just a small matter."

"Okay." Hui nodded obediently. "Come back soon!"

After seeing off Empress Hui.

Kouta looked solemn. He couldn't figure out what was causing his anxiety and worry. Was it love?

Kōta didn't think so, because if it were Hui who sent this kind of text message today... he wouldn't dare to make such an assumption, and he wouldn't have time to struggle with his feelings here!

In the end, Kouta realized that he only regarded Maeda-senpai as a friend, and his worries were simply about a friend who had once helped him.

The reason I didn't tell Hui was because I didn't want her to worry.

Kouta took out his phone and dialed Chie Maeda's number.

[Beep beep... Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off...]

Kouta dialed several more times, but couldn't get through.

"As expected, senior is in danger!" Kouta's worry intensified.

They couldn't get through on the phone, and they didn't even know where Maeda Chie was. They were at their wits' end.

Suddenly, Kouta had a flash of inspiration. He flipped through the photo again and zoomed in on the floor-to-ceiling window in the background. He could see a towering cylindrical building outside the window. The moment he saw the building, Kouta seemed to remember something. He immediately looked up, glanced around, and found his target.

"Isn't that the building in the photo?!"

Kouta looked at the building to his left rear that looked exactly like the one in the photo.

This building is so distinctive: its towering height and unusual cylindrical shape make it impossible to miss.

After finding the building, Kouta compared the shooting angles of the photos and immediately identified a hotel – the Aomori Nagahashi Nister Hotel. This building was only two streets away from the Nister Hotel, and you could even see the Nister Hotel, which was shorter than the previous building, from here.

Anxious and impatient, Kouta quickly arrived at the entrance of the Nister Hotel, just two streets away.

As a five-star hotel, the entrance here is high-end and luxurious, with a red carpet laid out directly to the roadside. Two professionally trained male waiters stand at the entrance, dressed in suits and with handsome appearances.

When Kouta reached the door, one of the waiters respectfully opened it for him.

Entering the main gate and arriving at the hall, Kouta looked around. The place was magnificent and the floor was clean and tidy, reflecting the contours of people's faces. The passersby were well-dressed and unassuming, clearly not ordinary people.

He walked inside, and after a few steps, a waiter approached him, bowed, and asked softly, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

He wore a professional smile, spoke gently, and was humble, showing no contempt for Kouta despite noticing his ordinary clothes.

"I'm here to see a friend, don't bother me," Kouta said deliberately, without any politeness.

Kouta wasn't worried at all about being caught lying, because Japan doesn't have a nationally unified ID card.

When flying within Japan, all you need to do is show your ticket to board; no one checks your documents.

Although the Japanese government is now vigorously promoting the ID card system, it has not been successful for various reasons.

This naturally creates numerous loopholes in management.

For example, when checking into a hotel, all you need to do is sign a form and provide a health insurance certificate, driver's license, or other document. They just glance at it, and that's it. It's very lax.

These documents, which do not contain chips, are too easy to forge.

"Yes, sir, please!" the waiter replied and turned to leave, showing no dissatisfaction whatsoever with Kouta's attitude, at least not outwardly.

These waiters seemed to be robots in human skin, responding in a programmed manner without any real feeling.

Kouta didn't stop and walked towards the elevator.

Once inside the elevator, it was very spacious. There weren't many people in the elevator at the moment. Everyone was well-mannered, and no one spoke or smoked. They all remained silent. Kouta looked at the elevator buttons. There were a total of thirty floors.

But with so many floors, where exactly is Maeda Chie?

Kouta, however, was unaware of this.

The search area can only be narrowed down based on the angle from which the photo was taken.

'Let's try 25 first!'

Kouta pressed the number 25 button.

After the elevator doors closed, it began to slowly ascend.

At that moment, Kouta suddenly felt inexplicably irritable.

It was as if a voice from the depths of his being was reminding him that he had forgotten or perhaps overlooked something.

'What happened?'

What's causing this sense of crisis?

What exactly did I overlook?

'Could it be that Maeda-senpai is in a very bad situation?'

Since his body underwent some unknown changes, Kouta has also begun to believe in the so-called crisis intuition.

Of course, he believed in scientifically proven crisis sensing theories, not some fantastical idea like predicting the future.

Modern science has indeed proven that crisis sensing is not unfounded.

Because human senses possess the ability to remember without discrimination, they can recognize and store all information around them without discrimination, such as what the eyes see, the ears hear, the nose smells, the mouth tastes, and even what the body touches.