In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

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Volume 2: Chapter 164: Kaguya Shinomiya Yearns to Travel Together

There's not much to say about what happened next.

Not long after, the Yukinoshita couple arrived at their eldest daughter's office. Since the news of Minamoto Chiya's presence had been leaked in advance, seeing him was not surprising.

Mrs. Yukinoshita had clearly drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and perhaps due to the heightened state of her spirits caused by the alcohol, she was not as dignified and elegant as usual.

She pulled Minamoto Chiyo, whom she greatly admired, to sit down on the sofa and began to talk about how he had always taken care of Yukino, inquired about his recent situation, asked about his parents' health, and complained that he no longer came to the mansion to play with Yukino as often as he did when they were children...

In short, we can talk about anything.

The snacks that Chiya bought as a cover when she came came in handy at this time, serving as a small treat.

As for Mr. Yukinoshita... he clearly drinks more alcohol than his wife, or perhaps he simply has a very low alcohol tolerance.

In short, he went to his eldest daughter's office, sat down on the sofa on the other side, and soon fell asleep.

"Honestly, I don't understand why Dad would bother coming up here in this condition..."

Finally, around 11 p.m., Yang Nai quickly finished the work that he had to deal with, and put the rest aside for the time being.

While complaining, he and Yuan Qianye each helped their father downstairs and into the car.

Mrs. Yukinoshita covered her mouth and chuckled: "Dad has been having a lot of work troubles lately, and he also wanted to see how your work environment is. He even told me before he came that if it's not good, he'll think about helping you improve it later."

"The idea is good, but there's no need to do it when you're drunk. It'll only cause trouble and turn good intentions into bad results. Ouch—"

The driver drove up, and Yang Nai and Yuan Qianye worked together to put their father into the back seat of the car.

At this moment, Mrs. Yukinoshita extended an invitation to Chiya Minamoto: "Chiya, you're going home now, right? I'll give you a ride."

"Thank you, Auntie, but no need. I've made plans to stay at my friend's place tonight."

"I see. Well, then there's nothing I can do. Please continue to take care of my Haruno and Yukino in the future."

"Yes."

"Mom, I should be the one taking care of him."

Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled without saying a word.

After watching them leave, Yuan Qianye finally breathed a sigh of relief and went to the roadside to hail a taxi.

He had no plans to visit his friends' houses. His only plan for tonight was to go back to their cozy little house with Yang Nai, take a bath together, and do something that would make them both happy before going to bed to strengthen their bond.

Now that the plan has fallen through, he has no choice but to go home.

As for why he didn't accept Mrs. Yukinoshita's invitation to save himself the trouble, the reason was entirely due to his future mother-in-law.

To be honest, although she was exceptionally approachable tonight, for some reason, the pressure on Yuan Qianye himself did not decrease but increased.

It was an indescribable sense of oppression, a mixture of the scrutiny of elders and the aura of superiors.

Especially that last look she gave him, though she was smiling, he always felt that her beautiful eyes seemed to have seen something she shouldn't know.

Although it was just a vague and unsubstantiated feeling, Gen Chiya did not intend to ignore it.

Because there were indeed many unspeakable things between him and Yang Nai.

Therefore, it's best to keep as far away from this frighteningly perceptive future mother as possible.

Maintaining a safe distance is never a bad thing.

Tonight... it's going to be another long night where all I can do is take a cold shower to relieve the pain.

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the other side.

The Yukinoshita family of three are sitting in the car on their way home.

Mr. Yukinoshita was still unable to hold his liquor and fell fast asleep in the middle of the back seat, even snoring softly.

The remaining two women, Mrs. Yukinoshita and Haruno Yukinoshita, sat on opposite sides.

The former turned his head to look at the receding night view outside the window, while the latter looked down at his phone and scrolled through short videos to pass the time.

It was in this quiet, somewhat subtle moment, that Mrs. Yukinoshita, who had been gazing out the window, suddenly spoke up: "Yono, when did you start liking lisianthus and freesias?"

She didn't turn her head when she asked this question; her gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window.

She appeared to be looking at the street scene outside the window, but in reality, she was observing her eldest daughter's reaction through the reflection in the window.

Yang Nai didn't look up, but her fingers, which were scrolling through videos, suddenly stopped at that moment.

Lisianthus and freesias... those were the flowers Qianye had given her when she came, a small surprise that had made her somewhat happy.

At this moment, Mom suddenly asked about it, was it just a casual question...?

Let's start a conversation by simply finding a topic, or...

Yang Nai's heart raced a little, but she showed no unusual reaction. She casually swiped the video again and said lazily, "Well, as for whether I like it or not, I'd say it's so-so. I wouldn't mind if it were for me, but if I had to go out of my way to buy it, I'd probably be reluctant. It's a bit of a hassle."

"Oh? And what about those flowers in your vase?"

"That was a gift from Chiya when she came."

"He offered you flowers on his own initiative?" Mrs. Yukinoshita finally turned her face, a gentle smile playing on her lips, looking like a spring breeze, without any hint of murderous intent or oppression.

“Yeah.” Yang Nai put her phone on her lap, pushed her father’s head, which was swaying towards her and reeking of alcohol, toward her mother, and put on a smile that was very similar to her mother’s. Her eyes met hers seemingly unintentionally. “Before he came here, he went to the convenience store, and he happened to meet a fanatic fan. After getting an autograph, he bought a bouquet of flowers nearby and insisted on giving it to him. He couldn’t accept it, so he came over and gave it to me.”

"So that's why the snack packaging looked damp."

"He was trying to be convenient, so the flowers were just stuffed into a convenience bag when he came, so it must be water stains on the petals."

"But you two really have a good relationship. He can bring snacks to your office without any problem. He doesn't treat you like an outsider at all."

"After all, I've known him for just as many years as Yukino. Our friendship may not be as deep or long-lasting as Yukino's, but the depth and duration of our relationship are undeniable."

"Hmm." Mrs. Yukinoshita simply responded after hearing this, her face still bearing that gentle smile that was so perfect that it was impossible to discern her true thoughts.

She paused for two seconds before slowly saying, "...It's fine."

This sentence sounds like a simple summary, but it also seems to have a deeper meaning, making it hard to understand.

But in any case, Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't say anything more after saying that.

She turned and gently patted her husband's face, softly calling, "We're almost home, don't sleep, darling."

Yang Nai looked at her parents, smiled faintly, and pretended to be amused, putting on a convincing act.

He appeared as calm as an old dog, but in reality, a thin layer of sweat had already broken out on his back.

It seems... everything is fine now?

My mother... didn't press the matter further, nor did she show any more suspicion.

They probably... got away with it, right?

This is awful... Next time, no, there won't be a next time! I definitely need to have a serious talk with that brat of a brother later!

We absolutely cannot leave such an obvious 'flaw' again! Sending flowers...it's too easy to trigger associations! Especially in front of Mom!

My mother has such a keen sense of smell. If this happens again, even if she doesn't get caught, she'll have a heart attack and be scared to death!

Yuan Qianye's sleep quality is not good, but even so, he still gets up at a little after six in the morning and goes downstairs to start his morning run around the sidewalk of the apartment building.

There's no way around it, his physical abilities are just too dominant.

He's not officially an adult yet, but I feel that if he continues to grow for a few more years, he could become a fierce man like Xiang Yu, Lü Bu, or Li Yuanba.

Even if I don't sleep well, my energy levels recover very quickly.

What can we do when the balance is full? Special methods are not feasible and there are no conditions for them, so we can only resort to this clumsy method.

It's a bit inefficient, but it's still much better than holding it in and feeling miserable.

This morning, Rikka and Eriri didn't stay in bed any longer. Knowing that Toka was leaving for Kyoto to participate in a cooking competition, they were both very considerate and took the initiative to help prepare breakfast. Later, they also accompanied Minamoto Chiya to see her off at the station.

After that, Yuan Qianye had other plans, so he took a taxi and left first.

Rikka and Eriri, having already come out, decided to go shopping at a nearby mall.

"Why do I always feel like there's no romantic feeling between you two? You need to try harder, Eriri."

"Don't talk nonsense, Qianye and I aren't like that... Besides, Qianye is busy with work, so he can't help it." Honestly, I don't understand why Dad would bother coming up here in this state...