How to raise a random guy's wife

"Okay, it's settled then." In the hotel, Iori Hashima made a phone call with a smile. "Then we'll see each other again later. Of course, it's my arrangement. No problem. Okay, see you later."

The woman undressing spoke in an unfriendly voice, "Is it another woman?"

“How could that be?” Iori Hashima leaned closer and helped her take off her clothes. “It’s work-related. You know RER is expanding right now, and there are many things to coordinate. Even at Christmas, I have to squeeze out time to come see you.”

The woman patted his restless hand. "Really?"

Iori Hashima shook her head. "It's fake."

"I knew it!"

"I even made time to prepare a gift for you."

"You're so sweet!" The woman kissed him, took the gift, and said, "Well... when I come out, shall we open it together?"

Iori Hashima patted her on the shoulder. "Don't keep me waiting too long."

"I don't want to wait too long..."

As Iori Hashima watched the woman walk into the bathroom, she was about to take off her clothes when her phone rang again.

After glancing in the direction of the bathroom, Iori Hashima picked up her phone and went outside.

"Hey?"

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Honey, have you missed me?"

"Of course I want to."

"You missed me so much on Christmas Eve and didn't even call me once?"

"My longing for you cannot be erased by a single phone call."

"Do you want to come over now?"

“This…” Iori Hashima glanced at the door, “I…”

"Tell me who I am first?"

"Of course you're my darling." Bo Island glanced at the caller ID; it was indeed her darling.

As for which dear one it is... Iori Hashima can't remember the phone number.

At times like this, he envied Kobayashi Sora's abnormal memory.

"Which dearest?"

"She is my dearest."

"And your name?" the woman pressed.

"It's the name I've called out countless times in my dreams..."

"Alright," the woman snorted, "that guy from Tokyo University."

“Even if you don’t say it, I’ve never forgotten you.” Iori Hashima began to recall those students from Tokyo University, no, and also those teachers.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm just bored, are you coming or not?"

"This..." Iori Hashima was about to answer when a man and a woman walked into the corridor.

"If my brother finds out..." one of the women said, clearly uneasy, "it would be terrible."

"It's okay." The man put his arm around the woman. "He went out on a date today, he won't know."

Chapter 850 An Unexpected Joy

"But..." the woman hesitated.

"Don't you love me?" the man asked gently. "Or do you not believe me, and think I'm just deceiving you with sweet words?"

"No," the woman said, sounding flustered, "I just..."

"If you truly love me, there wouldn't be any 'only'."

"Of course not, it's just..." The woman shook her head vigorously. "I...I..."

That's obviously just sweet talk; Iori Hashima saw right through the man.

It's not that he has any ability to see through others.

The main reason is that he's too familiar with this routine.

It was a skill he was already tired of using.

If this woman's brother finds out...

Upon thinking of this, Iori Hashima paused for a moment.

Brother... Sister...

"Hello!" the woman on the other end of the phone urged, "What exactly do you mean?"

"I...I have something urgent to attend to, we'll talk later." Iori Hashima hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and braced herself for a beating. "Um..."

The woman's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and immediately panicked, rushing away. "Brother? I didn't, really..."

The man hurriedly followed.

Iori Hashima breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the door she had just come out of.

After hesitating for a moment, I made a decision.

"What?" The woman wrapped in a bath towel stared at Iori Hashima in disbelief. "Say that again?"

"There's an urgent matter at the company," Iori Hashima said, packing her things. "I'm sorry."

"Heh..." the woman scoffed, "Get lost!"

Without saying much, Iori Hashima left the hotel.

I started the car and drove home.

Halfway through her drive, Iori Hashima remembered something important and quickly made a phone call.

“You might not believe it,” Fumio Sagara joked with the woman in the bathroom, “but I’m very confident in my abilities.”

“My best friend has been bragging to me about this for ages,” the woman drew a heart on the bathroom glass, “you’d better not let me down.”

"Actually, my feelings for you are the true ones..."

"Stop talking nonsense." The woman was clearly not buying it. "Let's each get what we need. Let's stop talking about feelings and get more practical."

“That makes sense.” Fumio Sagara replied while answering Iori Hashima’s call. “Calling me at this time… during a break?”

"Who would call you during halftime? I just remembered something important..."

Fumio Sagara, who had been smiling, changed his expression as he listened and began to pack his things.

"Hey!" The woman emerged wrapped in a bath towel. "What do you mean by this?"

"I suddenly have something urgent to attend to," Fumio Sagara said, grabbing his clothes and leaving without even putting on his clothes. "Let's make an appointment another time."

"Are you kidding me? You talked for so long and then left without doing anything." The woman was annoyed. "Did you just make a verbal promise?"

“It’s a special circumstance,” Fumio Sagara hurriedly left, “Please forgive me.”

Fumio Sagara left the hotel as quickly as possible and drove home.

Mayu should be at home right now...

Mayu Sagara was lying on the sofa at home, flipping through a light novel, while music played randomly on the computer next to her.

As she drew more and more characters, Mayu Sagara grew to love the characters she imagined while reading light novels.

Are competitors enemies?

Not necessarily.

When I look at other people's paintings, I naturally start to think about how I should paint them if I were to do it myself.

If my thoughts are the same as the other person's, it feels meaningless; if the other person's thoughts are not as good as mine, it feels like something is missing; if the other person's thoughts are better than mine, it's a pleasant surprise.

Unfortunately, such unexpected joys are far too rare.

In either case, it deviates from the original intention of appreciating the work.

So it's better to read light novels.

I wonder when Kasumigaoka Utaha's new work will be completed.

Those well-developed and three-dimensional characters are really great...

As she watched, the music playing in her ears made Sagara Mayu a little confused.

Is it just my imagination?

It seems like there are a lot of songs related to Christmas.

"Wait a minute." Mayu Sagara suddenly realized, "Christmas seems to be coming soon... Today is Christmas Eve, and tomorrow is Christmas Day!"

Time flies so fast.

Mayu Sagara lay back down.

So what if it's Christmas?

The original holiday had nothing to do with her.

Now that Christmas has become Valentine's Day, it still doesn't have much to do with her.

These days, holidays have become a busy time for guys like my brother.

Oh, so many people who are into real life...

But when I lay back down, I didn't feel that comfortable and relaxed feeling anymore.

Are we really going to do nothing?

Hmm... it seems like there's nothing to do.

If I'm not interested in doing this myself, and I'm looking for someone, who would be as interested as I am right now... wait a minute.

It seems there really is.

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