Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

When questioned, Hachiman was speechless. It was clearly the two women who did something wrong, so why did he have to feel guilty in the end?

"Okay, now that you're full, get out of here and go find Miss Sawamura and give her some comfort."

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished eating yet, and where can I find her?"

Ignoring the young man's evasive talk, Yang pushed him out the door forcefully.

Yang Nai sneered, "Fake villain."

I clearly feel guilty and uneasy, but I just can't let go of that little bit of face. Ha.

Of course, she planned this for Sayuri Sawamura not just for the money.

Whether it was the loving father and filial daughter or the technology company he founded, Yang No had never doubted Hachiman's abilities.

However, if he wants to climb up in Neon, his background is a flaw. Even with the status of the Yukinoshita family, he is not qualified, so he has to find another way.

He only needed to fight his way through the front battlefield, and she would be responsible for the rest of the dark and shameful things.

Just as the young man built a beautiful fairy tale for Yukino, she would help him fill in the pieces of the puzzle for some things that the young man was unwilling to consider.

She slowly stood up and stood in front of the wardrobe with shutter design. She couldn't see inside from the outside, but she could clearly see the outside through the gap from the inside.

She opened the closet and saw a blonde girl wearing only underwear sitting inside the closet. Her eyes were full of tears, but she could only sob silently.

He witnessed his mother's crazy night with a man she just met, heard family secrets full of bloody interests, and the sacrifices his mother made for him.

Thinking back to yesterday when I was still obsessed with my broken heart, I felt like a hopeless idiot.

She felt that the worldview she had built up over the past decade was about to collapse.

Yang Nai gently stroked her fair cheek: "I promised that I would make you forget that boy."

That night, the girl grew up.

Author's words: Today the sky is clear and the waves are magnificent. I hope you will work hard to vote!

Chapter 30 A Decent Fairy Tale

White waves constantly roll and unroll on the beach, stirring up little white foam, which look like fleeting pearls under the sun.

Sayuri was holding a pair of sandals in her hands, and she was barefoot, gently stepping on the fine sand washed by the waves, leaving footprints on the sand. She hummed a song: "The half-cold and half-warm autumn is quietly warming my side~"

Even though she did something that should have been very humiliating to her yesterday, she felt surprisingly calm at the moment.

It was like going back to the time when she was a young girl, not bound by family, responsibilities, or the title of a lady.

Maybe it’s because she actually doesn’t have any aversion to young people.

Some people seem to be affectionate, but they cannot stand the test of human nature;

Some people seem to be unrestrained, but they hide their passionate emotions deep in their hearts and don't let others see them.

Sayuri's soft body was dancing beside the beach, her movements slow and graceful, just like the goddess dancing on the water in "The Goddess of Luo River".

"Let me be like snow drifting in the clouds, kissing your face gently with ice, bringing out waves of tenderness~"

When she came to her senses, she heard light footsteps.

Hachiman came out with two hot dogs, "You danced beautifully."

Although he couldn't explain it, he felt it was full of beauty. She handed the hot dog over and started eating it herself.

Sayuri looked at the young man who was pushing a hot dog towards her and said angrily, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?!"

"Your mind is polluted!" Hachiman cried out in injustice, he clearly did it on purpose when he bought it!

Sayuri snatched the hot dog, took a bite of it with her small, moist lips, and tore it off.

My goodness! Hachiman gasped and felt his crotch tighten.

After quietly finishing her hot dog, Sayuri sighed and said to the young man, "As expected, once something is said, there is no more secret. Miss Yangno has told you everything, right?"

"Yes, I didn't expect you to have D. This doesn't match the actual feel." Hachiman sighed sincerely that the hidden JR actually existed.

Bang, the young man's head was hit by the shoe: "Who told you this, bastard?"

Sayuri was so angry that her teeth were itching. Hachiman didn't say anything, but just glanced at her, and the young woman's cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

After a while, she sighed and said, "You don't have to comfort me. I'm not innocent. I am indeed seeking revenge against Eriri's father."

Then she took out her cell phone from her pocket and played the recorded call.

"Sayuri, don't do anything stupid."

"I have bought an early flight ticket and will go back immediately today."

"Believe me, Xixi and I are just a temporary solution. You have to understand my difficulties."

"Think about Eriri, Sayuri."

"Sayuri, I......"

The date shown on the recording is yesterday, and the voice in the recording is obviously Sayuri's husband.

"I was waiting for him yesterday."

But in the end the phone went silent and the person didn't come back.

If he came back, she would not have had the affair with Yawata, and he would not be coerced by the Spencer family.

In other words, Eriri's father has already tacitly agreed to this matter.

th.

Sayuri took out a small memory card from her kimono.

"What we did yesterday is recorded on this card."

According to the agreement, she had to hand the card to the Spencer family as evidence of her infidelity in exchange for Eriri's freedom to marry.

"Give me the memory card." Hachiman stretched out his hand.

"I will blur your face, it won't affect your 'reputation'." Sayuri sneered.

"Do you really want those old men to watch your live sex show? What if they are even more cruel and post it on the Internet?" Hachiman said angrily.

At that moment, Sayuri really no longer had any reputation or dignity.

"Then what do you want me to do?!" Sayuri must have thought about it, but she had no choice. After all, her current status was mostly derived from the influence of the Spencer family. Sequoia Capital was a collection of capitalists and would never take the initiative to fight against the nobles.

Sayuri got angry and gently opened her clothes and hid the memory card inside. Then she looked up at the young man, as if to say, come and rob me if you have the guts.

Hachiman walked up to her and waved his hand heavily. Sayuri couldn't help but shrink her neck and close her eyes.

But the next moment, her whole body sank into the water, and then her ankles were grabbed and she was held upside down.

"Wahaha....you...uh...you...want...to do...what?"

World famous painting: Hikigaya Hachiman pulling down a young woman.

Sayuri was tossed around for a long time before being put down. When she stood up, she frantically felt inside her clothes, but the memory card was gone. Even if she could find it, it would be useless after being soaked in water.

Sayuri's eyes suddenly turned red: "You..."

Hachiman ignored her and grabbed her wrist, "You and Eriri both come to Chiba. During this time, the Yukinoshita family will protect you. If the Spencer family wants to get in, their hands will be cut off. What's more, I still need your help with the election, Miss Fever Miko."

The Yukinoshita family is the overlord of Chiba Village, but precisely because they are the local tyrants, the Spencer family, far away in Ying Country, has no power to do anything to the Yukinoshita family.

When Eriri's father marries Princess Sissi, or they separate, things will have an outcome anyway. Sayuri and her daughter only need to ensure their personal safety during this period.

It just so happens that Yawata's campaign also requires a strong supporter.

The young man did not have any private affair with Sayuri. To put it bluntly, their relationship was JFYF, so he only analyzed the pros and cons with Sayuri.

In order to convince her, and also to convince myself, I had to find a legitimate reason to help the young woman.

Sayuri, who was soaked all over, walked up the beach in silence and came to the seaside path, as if she was thinking about whether to accept the young man's invitation.

When she looked up, she saw the young man secretly looking at her body. Her kimono, which was already thin, was now soaked, revealing a layer of flesh color.

Sayuri gritted her teeth and yelled, "Hurry up and get me a towel. Didn't you see enough yesterday?!"

The young man covered his head and ran away in a panic. Sayuri couldn't help laughing when she saw him, even though she knew he was pretending.

“Really…”

In fact, the moment the young man lost the memory card, Sayuri had no other choice.

Maybe... this isn't a bad idea, she thought to herself.

She thought carefully about what to do after bringing Eriri to Chiba. When she came to her senses, she saw a blue, unlicensed car whizzing towards her, ignoring the traffic lights and the sidewalk.

Suddenly, she understood.

Ah, so that's how it is.

Wouldn't the script be more perfect if she died in an accident rather than a deliberately created affair?

The prince, whose wife died unexpectedly, was comforted by the princess when he was sad, and they fell in love with each other.

That way, there's no need to even shame her husband.

That's really decent.

...................................

The blue car was going so fast that Sayuri didn't have any time to react.

Sayuri understood instantly that she could not escape and she finally closed her eyes gently.

Just think of it as...it's all about the love between husband and wife. I just hope that since she's dead, you'll let Eriri go.

Sadness filled Sayuri's whole body, and she felt a little disheartened.

The engine was roaring, the black tires were rubbing against the uneven concrete ground with high temperature, the asphalt slab road was emitting scorching summer heat waves, Sayuri was picked up, the blue towel was floating in the air, the blue car was whizzing past, and the lampposts on the side of the road made dull impact sounds.

Hachiman, holding Sayuri, crashed into a roadside lamppost. Although he had just squeezed out all his potential, when he jumped away holding Sayuri, he was still hit by a high-speed car and crashed into the lamppost next to him.

The young man's waist was hit and it was hot and painful. He looked at Sayuri quickly and saw that his head had hit the lamppost. There was a big wound on his forehead which looked creepy.

"Hey, Sayuri, Sayuri."

At this moment, he didn't care to say anything about Miss Sawamura, and Mrs. Spencer was even more reluctant to call her that, so she subconsciously called the young woman's name.

"Tsk." There was no response, but the person was still alive. Hachiman felt guilty. He should have watched it more carefully.

Looking at the blue car turning around, as smart and cunning as he was, he immediately knew where the killer came from.

He still underestimated the feudal aristocracy's disregard for human life at a time of life and death.

He bared his teeth, making a creepy grinding sound, and his eyes became like that of a wild beast, just like when he killed that man.

The tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground when they braked suddenly, and the yellow BMW stopped next to Hachiman.

"Get in the car." The passenger door of the BMW opened and Hachiman got in holding Sayuri.

"What should we do?" Yang Nai asked, looking at the blue car.

"Drive at full speed and hit the fucking car!" Hachiman fastened the seat belt on the unconscious young woman, propped up the car with his feet, and his tone was filled with blood.

Yang Nai grinned. Wild beasts and wild beasts, wolves and wolves, lived together in groups: "So when I'm with you, there's really no lack of fun."

Yang Nai's eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and he laughed wildly. The engine of the BMW roared, and he suddenly accelerated from a standstill in a short distance of 100 meters and crashed into the blue car, like an indomitable warrior, with the momentum of dying together.

The only way to survive is to not be afraid of death. This is the truth he taught Hachiman when he was fighting with Haruno's father.

There was a crash like an explosion, startling the seabirds foraging on the beach and causing them to fly up.

The airbag popped out at the time of the impact, with a thud, and the soul and body were instantly separated and returned to the mortal body.

BMW is awesome!

Hachiman groaned and bit his lip with his teeth. The sharp pain woke him up and he shook his head. Seeing that Haruno made a gesture to indicate that he was fine, he took out a military dagger from the hidden compartment of the passenger seat storage box, opened the car door, staggered two steps, and then walked to the window of the blue sedan.

There were two people sitting in the blue car, one was Asian, about 30 years old, and the other was white, with a hooked nose and tall stature.

The British driver fainted completely, while the Asian man was groaning and was also in a state of confusion.

An old model mobile phone rang in front of the windshield, and the young man picked up the phone through his handkerchief without hesitation.

The voice on the other side was a pure British accent, an old voice.

Hachiman's English was not good, so I couldn't understand what he was saying, but it didn't matter.

"f** you, SB, NMSL."

Then he threw the phone back.