My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

"Can I use my own money to make up the difference?"

"I'll hire the best lawyer for you when the trial starts," Kuramochi Sakura answered with a smile.

"I've had enough! You forced me to do this! *slap slap slap*!"

Shiraishi Sawa clapped three times loudly, but finding no response at the door, he awkwardly pressed the bell on the table.

The door opened, and two burly bodyguards walked up to the three of them and respectfully asked:

"What can I do for you, bosses?"

"Take her out, preferably outside the building," Shiraishi Sawa said, pointing at Kuramochi Sakura.

Under the astonished gaze of Kuramochi Sakura, the two bodyguards glanced at her and then lowered their heads.

"Chiyo, help me out, I can't get anything done." Shiraishi Sawashu poked Chiyo's waist with even more embarrassment.

That impatient yet helpless look in her eyes—this girl portrayed it exceptionally well.

“I didn’t find them, so I can’t control them.”

"..."

"Then what is this?" He didn't have bodyguards, and this wasn't a private residence, so that meant...

"Take him out, preferably outside the building." Kuramochi Sakura smiled at Shiraishi Sawa, her words exceptionally gentle.

The only problem was that the two burly men weren't exactly gentle.

The air outside smelled quite nice. Shiraishi Zexiu, who hadn't been thrown out of the building but only left at the entrance, waved to the two bodyguards with apologetic expressions to let them know he was alright—he had chatted with them for a while when they met that morning, so they were acquaintances.

The girl's laughter inside the door was melodious, and the air outside was fresh.

"Then I'm off work!" he shouted.

"Get in here!"

"That attitude? I'm leaving! Time to go home!"

"Please come in!"

Chapter 315 Losing two children, can one be gained?

(Another day of wits and courage against the censors)

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The windows were crystal clear, and a gentle breeze blew into the office, causing the white curtains to flutter in the wind.

February 23, Wednesday, 3:17 PM. The most comfortable midday sun had already set, but the sun was too gentle to dispel the chilly atmosphere.

Two days later, the second meeting is about to begin.

"Let's go, Shiraishi, we'd better not be late." Kuramochi Sakura, standing at the door, said to Shiraishi Sawa, who was still in his seat.

"You should just have your bodyguards drag him away like they did yesterday," Chiyo suggested, fanning the flames.

"Coming, coming. It's only natural for the boss to be late, especially since there are still more than ten minutes left." Shiraishi Zexiu quickly told Soga Kirei in the chat box, "I have to go to a meeting, talk to you later," and got up to follow.

“Even now, I’m amazed that we have a private elevator.”

"We stepped into the small elevator—but it felt spacious with only three people inside, making it difficult for anything to feel crowded or intimate," said Shiraishi Sawa.

"On this point, I can only say that you are not very knowledgeable, Shiraishi-kun. After all, our time is very precious, and we can't afford to waste it on squeezing into an elevator."

"Precious? You mean the hour we chatted today, the hour you watched dramas and played games while I browsed TikTok, and the hour we teased a bird that flew to the window?"

Shiraishi Zexiu's lips twitched, and he asked weakly.

Because the three of them assigned Shiraishi Sawa's tasks yesterday, all the preliminary and even non-preliminary documents were resolved. Since there was a meeting and no one contacted them in the afternoon, today was very quiet.

“But that bird is really cute. I wish it wouldn’t do that kind of thing. It’s so ridiculous.” Kuramochi Sakura’s expression changed from excitement to disgust, and Ichiyo nodded in agreement.

As we all know, birds do not have bladders. This means that when they have the urge to defecate, they cannot control it and it comes out directly. This is the origin of the term "natural excrement".

The moment the dirt fell to the ground and the cleaning staff came in to clean it, the bird that had flown into the office instantly lost all its affection.

Including Shiraishi Sawah—it almost fell off his shoes.

"Besides, we have jobs, don't we?" Kuramochi Sakura said in a low voice, her voice lacking confidence.

"Yes, we changed a few words and added a few pages to the PPT from the day before yesterday. Each person spent no more than ten minutes on average. It was so hard work," Shiraishi Zexiu said exaggeratedly.

Seeing that Chiyo was about to speak, Shiraishi Sawah covered her mouth.

"Shut up, you fox! I know what you're going to say, 'Since you're so free, I'll give you more work, okay?' No way! I love slacking off!"

Chiyo removed her hands from her hands, exhaled a few breaths symbolically, and looked at him with a cool yet subtly amused expression:

"Don't smudge my lipstick, how's the color?"

Since the original words had already been said, the only option was to change them.

"Your original lip color was already very beautiful."

"You don't think it looks good?" Chiyo understood the unspoken meaning, her eyes curving into crescents, but there was no smile in them.

“You’d look good even if you scribbled something like that. You know what I mean. This color doesn’t suit you. It’s like a hair clip,” Shiraishi Sawa said defiantly.

An extra lipstick appeared in his pocket, and its original owner casually remarked:

"It's for you. Oh, and don't give it to anyone else."

What would I need this for?

"Practice calligraphy."

"Okay, I'll try my best when I get back. You can try just applying this shimmery lip gloss like Kuramochi did. Yes, lip gloss is better."

“Or…” Kuramochi Sakura took out her lip gloss and handed it to Ichiyo Ichiryu, “I also think it would suit you better than what you’re wearing now.”

You can trust me, I learned makeup from various online bloggers and my mother for a long time.

"I'm naturally beautiful, so I don't need to learn, thank you." Chiyo accepted the lip gloss.

“Why not become more beautiful if you can? It’s the icing on the cake. You’re just making excuses for being lazy.” Kuramochi Sakura responded quickly this time.

"I declare Kuramochi the winner of today's makeup and banter contest!" Standing in the middle, Shiraishi Sawa raised Kuramochi Sakura's hand high like a referee.

"The next competition is breasts." Chiyo smiled as she watched her hand being raised immediately. The price was that the referee's shoe dodged the bird's droppings, but couldn't avoid being crushed by the losing girl's high heels.

"I hereby declare that the judging criterion for this project is that the smaller the breasts, the better," Shiraishi Sawa said with difficulty, his raised hand now replaced by Kuramochi Sakura.

"Congratulations, I lost." Chiyo clapped as she entered, and the echo lingered in the almost enclosed elevator.

Unfortunately, this method doesn't seem to work, because the pain in my foot didn't decrease at all.

"Based on last experience, this will probably take more than an hour. I'll go to the restroom first," said Shiraishi Zexiu after getting off the elevator and arriving at the floor where the conference room was located.

"I'll go as well."

"I'm going to touch up my makeup."

--

"Kondo-kun, have you heard about that pretty boy's scandal lately?"

Two employees in formal attire walked in, their arms around each other's shoulders, and one of them said something.

After urinating, Shiraishi Sawa, who was washing his hands at the sink, heard this and his gossipy nature was piqued. Anyway, it would be quite a while before the two girls came out—based on experience.

So even though I had already washed my hands once, I pressed the hand sanitizer again and started rubbing my hands together.

"Which pretty boy is this? Never heard of him."

"It's just the rumor about the two young ladies and that pretty boy."

?

Am I getting caught up in the drama myself? If all goes as expected, this pretty boy is probably me, right?

Shiraishi Sawa looked up at himself in the mirror. His skin was healthy, a healthy yellowish color typical of Asians. He was definitely a yellowish face, wasn't he? Thumbs down.

"Is he one of the main project leaders assigned to Group A? His surname is Shiraishi? I think I vaguely remember him."

"He's hardly the person in charge. Didn't you notice that during the pre-event promotion at the beginning of the year, when several groups were vying for this project, the president said that it was only those two young ladies?"

"Ah, yes."

At that time, Shiraishi Sawa Hide had absolutely no intention of participating in the project.

"So, Shiraishi is just a high school freshman. How high are our educational requirements for joining the company? He definitely wouldn't have been qualified to participate, yet he's one of the main leaders. I heard from people in Group A that he seems to have more power than the two young ladies."

The status is like this, it would be better if the workload were a little less.

"That's great. They've risen to prominence at such a young age. But it's just a teenage romance; who knows if it will last? There's nothing to say about it."

"That's not the point of the rumor. The point is, he's having affairs with both young ladies!" The person who said this spoke in what sounded like a low, breathy voice, but was actually much louder.

"Holy crap!" Those who heard it were indeed shocked.

Even Shiraishi Sawa Hide himself didn't realize that he had forgotten to rub his hands together.

"According to fairly reliable rumors, Shiraishi had romantic relationships with both Ichiri and Kuramochi, first Ichiri and then Kuramochi."

Even more outrageous, both of them got pregnant, but both later miscarried. What a complete beast...

What's even more infuriating is that the two young ladies seem to like him, and there are rumors that they've gotten some kind of leverage over him...

"That kid is that kind of person? No way, the club president would probably have killed him long ago."

"Who knows? Maybe Miss Ichiru doesn't want to."

"Damn handsome guy, I hope that kid gets disfigured soon."

"that is!"

......

When the two girls came out, they saw that Shiraishi Sawah's expression was strange.

"what happened?"

"I'm thinking about how to salvage my reputation..."

"Where is my child?" After hearing all the rumors, Chiyo Ichii covered her firm, flat stomach, her expression somewhat panicked. "It's over, my child is really gone."