They all have hidden attributes!

On the day of the decisive battle between Uesugi Maya and Tachimi Yuki, Takahashi Makoto did not expect to be able to sleep until he naturally woke up, but he did not expect that his phone would vibrate non-stop from early morning.

In a hazy drowsiness, I answered the phone and heard Tachibana Yuki's sweet voice.

"Chengjun, are you up yet?"

"not yet."

He responded lazily, his voice filled with drowsiness: "Senior Xing, I want to sleep until at least noon."

"Hmm~ I understand your request. But hey, your senior has prepared a delicious breakfast for you, and it's right outside your door right now."

"I do not want to eat."

"Lengzi is here too."

"Please, Kashima-senpai, also go back."

After saying that, Makoto Takahashi hung up the phone, closed his eyes, and returned to sleep.

In a daze, he had a dream.

On a cold, rainy day, walking with an umbrella on a soaked street, feeling lost, sunlight pierced through the leaden clouds, and flowers were visibly blooming on the concrete pavement...

A soft, delicate floral fragrance wafted over, filling his nostrils. Takahashi Makoto suddenly opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by Yuki's graceful figure.

She sat on the edge of the bed with a smile on her face, her beautiful legs, encased in white stockings, crossed over each other, creating an uneven skin tone and a soft, fleshy feel that was just right.

The curtains were open, and the morning light cut through the layers of her short, golden hair. Her blue and white dress accentuated her pure and innocent aura, and her beautiful eyes, as clear as the sky, were captivating.

"Greetings, Makoto." Tachikami Yuki said with a gentle smile.

"I want to call the police."

Makoto Takahashi sat up in bed, rubbing his temples with a headache: "Sachi-senpai, you're really suffocating."

"I just told you, Lengzi is here too."

"What does this have to do with you breaking into my house?"

"Leng Zi insisted on picking the lock, and there was nothing I could do."

Tachibana Yuki wore an innocent expression. Takahashi Makoto looked around but didn't see Kashima-senpai. He thought to himself that the maid's biggest role was to take the blame.

Chapter 59 The Cunning Young Lady

The sound of cicadas was like rain.

A summer breeze blew in through the window.

Makoto Takahashi forcefully kicked Yuki Tachimi out of the bedroom. Just as he was about to get out of bed, the door that had just closed clicked open.

He quickly pulled the blanket over his legs, turned around, and saw Kashima Reiko walking in carrying clothes drying on the balcony, nodding expressionlessly in acknowledgment.

"Good morning."

She glanced at Makoto Takahashi's well-defined muscles, walked to the wardrobe, turned her back to him, opened the door, and began to tidy up.

"Kashima-senpai, could you please let me know beforehand if Sachi-senpai launches a sneak attack next time?" Takahashi Makoto stared at her retreating figure.

The jeans accentuated her model-like perky buttocks, slender waist, and neat, short black hair.

Hearing him say that, Kashima Reiko's hand, which was hanging up the clothes, paused in mid-air for a few seconds as if thinking, then she turned around and said in a tone devoid of any emotion, "Okay."

"Thank you, you've been a great help."

"Breakfast is bacon and egg spaghetti, borscht, smoked salmon, and zucchini and tomato omelet. Please let me know if you need any adjustments to the flavors."

She took out the clothes and pants she had bought in Ginza a few days ago from the closet, turned to face Takahashi Makoto, put one on in each hand, and asked in a serious tone, "I suggest this combination, which side do you prefer?"

Makoto Takahashi's gaze shifted back and forth between Reiko Kashima's left and right hands. He frowned seriously and thought for a moment before asking her, "Is there a difference?"

The summer clothes were purchased by Tachimi Sachi, and naturally, they were also in accordance with her taste.

To Makoto Takahashi, there was no obvious difference between solid-color T-shirts of different colors and solid-color shorts in black, white, and gray.

"The black T-shirt on the left has a V-neck, while the white T-shirt on the right has a round neck, and the sleeve designs are also different."

As if afraid he wouldn't be able to understand, Kashima Reiko walked to the bedside, her emerald eyes slightly lowered, her gaze unconsciously drifting to the outline of muscles exposed outside the blanket, and said without changing her expression:

"These black shorts will be lighter, and the other pair, in terms of design—"

"stop!"

Makoto Takahashi interrupted her, holding out his hand and saying, "Any outfit will do, just give me the clothes and then leave."

Kashima Reiko placed the clothes on the bedside table, glanced at the strong shoulder outline, and then quietly put the other set of clothes back in the closet before leaving the bedroom.

To prevent them from suddenly barging in or spying on him and causing an embarrassing scene, Makoto Takahashi dressed under the covers before leaving the bedroom.

After washing up, I went to the living room.

The living room is usually empty, but with two more people suddenly in the apartment, it feels crowded.

The coffee table was laden with a sumptuous breakfast, served not in a food storage container or a lunchbox, but in exquisite porcelain, with silver cutlery that looked very high-class.

Yuki Tachibana sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, leaning back against the sofa back in a relaxed manner, supporting her head with one hand, and tilting her head to watch Makoto Takahashi sit down on the sofa opposite her across the coffee table.

"Chengjun, you and Xiaoye seem to be very close," she said with a smile, but a shadow fell over her beautiful eyes.

Don't underestimate a woman's intuition.

As soon as he entered the apartment, Tachimi Yuki could sense Uesugi Maya's presence everywhere. The space was too clean, it didn't look like the apartment of a single man at all—an ordinary hourly housekeeper wouldn't clean it to this extent.

Besides, Uesugi Maya had sent her photos of the apartment and art studio. After a careful search, Tachimi Yuki found a few strands of long black hair on the sofa. The familiar shampoo scent ruined her good mood for the day.

Makoto Takahashi felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze, but then he thought that Yuki Tachimi wasn't his girlfriend, so there was no need to explain.

“Just an ordinary neighbor.” He picked up his fork and started eating the pasta.

"Neighbor?" Tachikami Yuki turned around and gave a look to the person behind him.

Kashima Reiko, who had been standing upright with her hands folded at her waist, stiffly lifted her foot and walked towards the entrance like a robot that had received a command.

The door opened and then closed.

Kashima Reiko returned to the living room, took out a tissue from her pocket, and bent down to wipe away the sauce that Takahashi Makoto had spilled on the coffee table while eating spaghetti:

"The surname on the address plate is Uesugi, but I'm not sure."

Tachibana Yuki's expression instantly turned cold. She stared at Takahashi Makoto, who was twirling spaghetti with a fork as if it were none of her business, for a while. Then, she suddenly smiled gently, picked up a spoon, and handed him a spoonful of borscht.

"Chengjun, how about we consider moving?"

Makoto Takahashi glanced at the bright red, thick broth and beef chunks, opened his mouth to take a bite, and shook his head: "Not considering it for now."

“I have a manor in the port area. It’s very big, and I always feel so lonely living alone that I want to cry.”

Tachibana Yuki put down her spoon, raised her hand to cover her eyes, and pretended to cry with her face down: "And you don't need to worry about the hassle of moving, Reiko will arrange everything."

Makoto Takahashi knew how controlling she was. Getting closer was just the beginning; sooner or later, she would lose her freedom.

"I quite like it here; I could live here for the rest of my life without any problem."

"I'm very happy that you cherish the gift I gave you, Cheng-kun, but this is just a very ordinary apartment, isn't it?"

Tachibana Yuki dropped her feigned pitiful expression, looked around, and asked in a sweet, drawn-out voice, "Is there some special reason?"

"A special reason—"

Makoto Takahashi finished the last bite of his sauce-covered spaghetti, chewing with a thoughtful expression on his face.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, he smiled and looked up to ask, "Senior, did you see that pedestrian overpass when you came here?"

"A pedestrian overpass?" Tachimi Yuki gave Kashima Reiko a questioning look.

The maid was quite reliable and answered without hesitation, "Chitose Bridge."

"A very good bridge."

Makoto Takahashi stacked the bacon on his plate into three layers with a fork and joked, "You can see a penguin saying it wants to be human, and then being pushed over by a blue octopus."

As expected, Ritsuki was filled with questions, his azure eyes brimming with doubt.

Of course she didn't understand; Makoto Takahashi was just making up a reason to refuse.

There's nothing wrong with the current apartment; it's the perfect size for one person, and the neighbors provide lunch and dinner, and they also come over regularly to help clean.

Moreover, Uesugi Maya had only recently exhausted her savings to buy the apartment next door, and now she suddenly says she wants to move. She'll definitely be furious, and it won't be as simple as just getting a few scoldings.

Sensing Takahashi Makoto's unwavering stance, Tachibana Yuki raised his right hand, examined it for a moment, and decided to temporarily set aside the matter of the [neighbor].

Haste makes waste; he was already wary of himself.

Moreover, Tachibana Yuki didn't just come to ask Takahashi Makoto to bring breakfast this morning; more importantly, she wanted to seize the opportunity to establish a real relationship between the two of them.

After he finished breakfast, Kashima Reiko cleaned up the dishes, preparing to take them back to the Tachimi main family for disposal.

Yuki Tachimi stood up from the sofa, yawned lazily, and said to Makoto Takahashi, "We should get going."

"Where to?" Takahashi Makoto didn't remember her asking him out.

"Xiaoye and I agreed to have a match in the morning, so I don't think she'll ride in my car."

Why didn't anyone notify me?

Seeing the suspicious look he gave her, Tachibana Yuki pursed his lower lip, pretended to think for a moment, and then grinned mischievously: "Hmm~~ I forgot."

Takahashi Makoto didn't believe her nonsense. He reached into his pants pocket, took out his phone, and quickly tapped the screen to send a text message to Uesugi Maya. Then he called her to remind her to check her messages.

The call was neither answered nor disconnected.

Tachimi Yuki knew exactly when Uesugi Maya was exercising and taking a shower, so she wouldn't have time to answer the phone—otherwise, why would she be so eager to have Kashima Reiko pick the lock?

"Xiaoye might have already set off. Shall we go?" she urged with a smile, her expression completely unsuspecting.

"Kashima-senpai?" Takahashi Makoto turned to Kashima Reiko to confirm.

She parted her pink lips slightly, saw Li Jianxing looking over, but didn't make a sound and shook her head.

"Even Lengzi doesn't know."

Tachimi Yuki walked over, took Takahashi Makoto's arm with both hands, pressed her soft body against him, and pulled him up from the sofa:

"Alright, let's get going. What should we have Cheng-kun do after we win the match?"

"Aren't you going to let us off the hook, senior?" Takahashi Makoto reluctantly went out with her.