Create MYGO second creation, but make them cry

Xiangzi looked down at him, his tone calm but carrying an unquestionable command: "Fulfill your job duties."

Banami's body stiffened for a moment, then like a puppet, she took a step forward, bent down and picked up the pieces of chewing gum from the ground one by one, put them back in the box, and then put the box back on the shelf.

This is the duty of a convenience store clerk: to organize the shelves and pick up fallen items. But he knew in his heart that Xiangzi's purpose was definitely not that.

Sure enough, as soon as he put the chewing gum down, Xiangzi walked up again, picked up the box of chewing gum, and smashed it on the ground with a "smack".

Xiangzi, still looking down at him, said, "Hanai-kun, fulfill your job duties."

Chapter Sixteen: Past Events

"Yana Miyu, fulfill your job duties."

The girl's voice was cold and sharp, carrying an imperious air that Banami had never heard before.

Her tone was like a cold knife, cutting away the last bit of warmth between them and completely shattering Banami's perception of Shoko's past.

In Banami's memory, Xiangzi had always been like a girl next door—bold and straightforward, daring to love and hate, and occasionally showing a shy look over a small matter. Even though he knew she was a real rich girl, he never had a real sense of "nobility" in his heart.

But at this moment, standing in front of him was Toyokawa Shoko, who exuded the indifference and shrewdness of someone who grew up in an elite Chinese family. It was a sense of superiority that ran deep into his bones, as well as a sense of alienation that kept people at a distance.

Seeing that Banai didn't refute or explain, he simply bent down silently and picked up the pieces of chewing gum from the ground one by one. His bending motion was so large that it looked as if he were bowing to Xiangzi in apology.

But such compliance did not earn Toyokawa Shoko's forgiveness. Like a firecracker with a lit fuse, she repeatedly reached out and swept the items off the shelves—first small snacks like chewing gum and candy, then bottled drinks, and finally even daily necessities like towels and toothbrushes were not spared.

"Splash—splash—"

The sound of goods falling echoed continuously in the convenience store, turning the once tidy shelves into a mess, with items scattered everywhere on the floor. Banami remained silent, simply repeating the actions of bending down, picking up, and putting things back, like a machine programmed with a set routine.

Xiangzi stared blankly at the man's somewhat disheveled appearance, fine beads of sweat beading on his forehead, his uniform soaked through the back, yet he uttered not a single complaint. A nameless anger surged within him.

She would rather see him angrily retort, loudly curse, or even tearfully beg—any emotion would be better than his current silence and forbearance.

This scene was exactly like the night he brought up divorce. That night, she cried and questioned him, angrily smashed things, and even abandoned all her pride to beg him not to leave. But he remained silent and indifferent, as if all her emotions were insignificant in his eyes.

The humiliations of the past surged into his mind in an instant, and Xiangzi could no longer control his emotions. He suddenly reached out and swept everything on the shelf in front of him onto the ground.

With a loud crash, goods scattered all over the ground, and several bottles of drinks even broke open and exploded, splashing liquid all over her.

“Pick it up, Yana Miyu.” Her voice was as cold as ice, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Banami gently raised her head, her gaze falling on Xiangzi. She saw that beneath the girl's seemingly calm face lay a turbulent mix of emotions.

She has always been a girl with rich emotions.

Anyone who has done heavy work knows that bending over and standing up frequently is the most tiring thing. In less than ten minutes, Banami's waist began to ache.

But every time he was about to finish tidying up an area, Xiangzi would rush over again and sweep the goods he had just tidied up onto the ground.

Sweat beaded on Banami's forehead, his face turned ashen, and his breathing became rapid. Yet he did not resist, silently and mechanically repeating the tidying motions.

Just as Banami had suspected, Shoko's heart wasn't as calm as it appeared. Seeing him so disheveled and exhausted by her antics did indeed fill her with a sense of pleasure, but this pleasure didn't last long; her fingers began to tremble slightly.

Memories she had deliberately tried to forget began to surface uncontrollably in her mind. When they used to live together, she was a careless person, preferring to do odd jobs and heavy labor rather than housework or tidying up. But Banami never complained, silently taking on all the housework.

He already works hard enough as a worker, but after coming home from get off work, he still has to cook, do laundry, clean the house, and keep it spotless. Sometimes she feels bad and wants to help, but he will laugh and tease her, saying, "After all, I'm taking care of a rich girl."

Back then, she would deliberately feign displeasure, saying "Who needs you to take care of me?" but secretly she felt a sweet warmth in her heart, remembering every bit of his kindness. Those ordinary yet warm days were moments of happiness she had never experienced in the Toyokawa family.

Seeing Banami tidying up with her head down, those warm memories intertwined with the present scene, like a dull knife repeatedly cutting into her heart. She could no longer hold back her emotions; tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

The next moment, Xiangzi could no longer face Banami like this, nor could she face her own inner vulnerability. She turned and ran out of the convenience store as if fleeing, wanting to find a place to hide and not want the other person to see her in such a vulnerable state.

"Eh?! Miss Toyokawa!" The two female bodyguards guarding the door exclaimed in surprise when they saw her suddenly run out and immediately followed her.

But at that moment, Xiangzi didn't even want to see her two bodyguards. She ran as fast as she could, her steps frantic, and eventually managed to shake them off.

She didn't know how long she had been running, but Xiangzi's strength gradually gave out. She leaned against a vending machine, slowly squatted down, buried her face in her knees, and silently wept. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads, soaking her expensive dress.

She was the one who came to pick a fight, she wanted to get revenge on his ruthlessness, she wanted to show off her current status, she wanted him to regret it, but why... in the end, she was the one who was more heartbroken?

She didn't know how long she had been crying when a shadow suddenly loomed over her. Xiangzi abruptly looked up, and when she saw who it was, her pupils contracted slightly—it was Banami.

He was still wearing that convenience store blue uniform, his face still damp with sweat, and his bangs plastered to his forehead. But this time, he wasn't silent; instead, he spoke in a gentle tone: "You're still the same as before, always hiding in a vending machine to cry when you're sad."

Xiangzi quickly wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and stood up like a rooster that had been provoked, glaring angrily at him.

But Banai didn't say anything, he just stepped forward and gently took her hand.

"Let me go!" Xiangzi's eyes widened, and he angrily tried to break free, but his hand was firmly held.

The next moment, Banami pulled a band-aid from her pocket. The band-aid had a cute penguin pattern printed on it, which made Xiangzi's heart skip a beat. These were the couple's band-aids she had bought before, because the two of them worked very hard and often accidentally got small cuts.

Seeing the band-aid, Xiangzi felt a lump in his throat, a bitter and aching sensation that made it hard to breathe. She hadn't even known he still kept it.

Banami carefully released her hand, peeled off a band-aid, and gently placed it on her finger. There was a small cut there, from when she had suddenly swept the merchandise off the shelf and been scratched by the corner of the shelf. She hadn't even noticed it herself because she was so emotional, but he had.

His movements were gentle and meticulous, just as he had done countless times before when tending to her wounds. Xiangzi stared blankly at his focused profile, memories of the past replaying in her mind like scenes from a movie—his cooking for her, his laundry, his tending to her wounds, his guitar playing for her…

Xiangzi could no longer control his emotions. With a trembling voice and heavy nasal sobs, he asked, "Why... Xi... why do you want to divorce me..."

Chapter Seventeen: He Has Me in His Heart.JPG

"Why... Xi... why do you want to divorce me..."

The girl's pleading, thick with nasal tone, was like a fine needle gently pricking Banami's heart.

His once unwavering resolve nearly crumbled at this moment.

For a fleeting moment, he almost blurted out the truth about the divorce; he didn't want to become a weakness that Toyokawa Sadaharu used to control her.

He didn't want her to completely break with Toyokawa Sadaharu because of him.

But reason ultimately prevailed over emotional impulse.

Banami bit her lower lip hard, swallowing back the words that were about to come out.

If Xiangzi finds out the truth, given her personality, she will definitely not let it go. She might even go to Toyokawa Sadaharu to argue with him, which would only make things worse and irreversible.

Actually, he shouldn't have chased after her in the first place. But when he saw Xiangzi's panicked figure running away, and thought of the beads of blood seeping from her fingers, he could no longer sit idly by and watch her fall into a state of disarray and sadness because of him.

However, Banami's silence gradually altered Xiangzi's emotions. From initial pity, it slowly turned to fear, and finally, utter despair. He ultimately refused to reveal his reason for leaving. This silence was more hurtful than any sharp word.

"You..." Just as Xiangzi was feeling disheartened, Banami seemed to finally speak up, as if she couldn't hold back any longer.

Xiangzi suddenly raised his head, and a glimmer of expectation flashed across his tear-streaked face as his eyes locked onto him.

"Are you doing well at the Toyokawa family's house?" Banami's voice was very soft.

His expectations were dashed instantly. Xiangzi's face turned ugly visibly.

The vulnerability she just showed to the other person was merely a momentary lapse in composure during an emotional breakdown; she is ultimately not the type to compromise.

She suddenly stood up straight, brushed the dust off her skirt, and a cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips: "Didn't you see the pomp and circumstance I had just displayed? Two bodyguards guarding me. Their monthly salary is enough for you to work at a convenience store for two years."

As she spoke, she deliberately raised her wrist, revealing the exquisite watch on her wrist: "See my watch? Patek Philippe. Last time we went shopping, we only dared to look at it from afar outside the store. I was the one who explained the brand to you, have you forgotten?"

"The milk I drank this morning was flown back from New Zealand; you've probably never had it in your life."

“Now I can sleep until I naturally wake up every day. When I wake up, there are maids to help me wash up and eat. I no longer have to rush to catch the early bus before dawn like before, and I no longer have to work as a customer service representative in those small companies and be verbally abused by unreasonable customers.”

Xiangzi boasted about her "new life" without restraint, every word laced with deliberate superiority. These were words she had seen on Xiaohongshu (a Chinese short video platform)—the best way to make an ex regret their decision and cry their eyes out is to let them see for themselves how well they are doing now.

But the more she talked, the more she felt something was wrong. She noticed that there was no trace of jealousy or regret on Banami's face. Instead, she seemed relieved, and her eyes even held a hint of relief, as if to say, "Knowing that you are doing well, I am at ease."

This made Xiangzi grit his teeth in hatred.

"Then I'll go back to work." Seeing that Banai deliberately avoided her angry gaze, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But the moment he turned around, Xiangzi's gaze fell on his blue convenience store uniform—the fabric on his back was almost soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body and outlining the thin silhouette of his back.

Her heart softened for no apparent reason.

He still has me in his heart after all.

The thought popped into Xiangzi's head, and a secret joy welled up inside him. Although he still couldn't get the reason for the divorce out of him, at least he still cared about him.

Of course, this did not stop her from continuing to hate him.

Yes, she only treated the other party as a "toy," a toy for revenge, a toy for the eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family during her rehabilitation period.

And this was even with her grandfather's tacit approval; in fact, she knew what her grandfather was thinking.

Grandpa wanted to use this lesson to make her see how boring ordinary life was, how foolish she had been in the past, and to make her give up completely so that she could become a true "Toyokawa".

This will completely dispel her illusions about love.

"Wait a moment," Xiangzi said again, his voice still arrogant and carrying an unquestionable air of command.

Banami stopped and turned around, looking at her with a hint of confusion on her face.

"Now, you can go home." Xiangzi raised his chin, his tone like he was issuing a command.

Banami was taken aback, somewhat confused about her thoughts. One second she was being incredibly difficult with him, and the next she was suddenly letting him go home? Although he found it strange, he still breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Thank you."

After saying that, he changed direction and headed towards his rented room. But he had only taken a few steps when he felt something was wrong behind him—it seemed like someone was following him.

He turned around abruptly and saw Xiangzi standing not far behind him, arms crossed, with a cold expression on his face.

"You..." Banai was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"What's wrong?" Xiangzi raised an eyebrow, his tone still indifferent, as if the stalking had never happened.

"Why are you following me?" Banami's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

Xiangzi scoffed, his eyes full of disdain: "Ba Naijianxi, why are you always so presumptuous? Do you own this road? What makes you think I'm following you? I just happen to be walking this road too."

Banami thought to himself, although Xiangzi had a dark side, his methods were still those of a child, including messing up the shelves earlier and following him around now.

Even though he knew he shouldn't, he still found the other person incredibly adorable.

Seeing that there was no further rebuttal, Banai turned around and continued walking forward. Sure enough, with each step he took, Xiangzi behind him followed, always maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Several times, Banami deliberately stopped and turned to look at her. Xiangzi would immediately stop, raise her chin, and glare back with even sharper eyes, as if to say, "What are you looking at? Do you have something to say?"

After several attempts, Banami gave up in frustration. He opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to utter that familiar nickname: "Little..."

"Shut up!" Xiangzi immediately interrupted him sharply, his eyes as cold as knives. "Do you even have the right to call me 'Little Xiang'? Know your place!"

She was the high and mighty eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family, his nominal boss, and also his creditor.

Banami pursed her lips, swallowed the rest of her words, and said in a somewhat distant tone, "Ms. Toyokawa."

But to his surprise, Xiangzi's face turned even uglier upon hearing the words "Miss Toyokawa".

Banami could only bite the bullet and continue, "So... you want to come home with me?"

Xiangzi said coldly, "Yes, I just want to see how miserable your life is now..."

That's alright, Banami thought to herself.

"Or is there some shady secret in your family that you don't want anyone to see?" Xiangzi's eyes grew even colder.

Suddenly, Banami remembered the girl who was still fast asleep when she left that morning.

But it's already afternoon, so the girl should have left by now.

Therefore, he gently shook his head. He knew that Xiangzi was just unwilling to accept being "abandoned" by him. So, once she had made enough trouble, she would give up, he thought.

Chapter Eighteen: Milk Dragon's Full Responsibility

The ex-couple, who had clearly parted ways, were walking side by side on the street like any other couple, creating a scene that was strangely harmonious.

Xiangzi's gaze was fixed on the man's back in front of him, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

Before, she loved following behind him like this, always feeling that his back was broad and upright, as if no matter how great the difficulties, they could not crush this man. But now, although his back was still broad, it inexplicably exuded a heavy feeling of being crushed by a heavy object, making her feel a little suffocated.

She gently bit her lower lip, a surge of self-reproach rising within her. She knew this man had betrayed her, knew she had come to take revenge, yet seeing his utterly exhausted state, she couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Xiangzi took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions in his heart, and shouted, "I said, Banami Yuki."

When Banai stopped walking, she turned around with a hint of doubt and looked at the girl behind her.

"Why did you leave all your money to me?" Xiangzi's tone carried a hint of probing. "Even if we divorce, according to the rules, you should at least get half."

Although the money wasn't much, it was enough to prevent him from being so easily controlled by others as he is now.

After a moment of silence, Banami looked at her face and said softly, "You... need that money more than I do."

"Huh?" Hearing this utterly absurd statement, Xiangzi couldn't help but scoff, her face full of mockery. "Yana Miyu, are you out of your mind? Or are you not even listening to me? Do I need that little bit of money right now?"

She pointed to the dress she was wearing, her tone becoming increasingly disdainful: "This dress I'm wearing is much more expensive than our initial savings."

But Banami simply shook his head slightly, his eyes serious: "It's different, Miss... Toyokawa." He quickly corrected himself, but his tone remained gentle, "The money you're using now is the Toyokawa family's money, the money your grandfather gave you. But our savings are your money, money you can use freely in... emergencies."

Xiangzi paused for a moment, then instantly understood what he meant. The money her grandfather gave her, though seemingly generous, carried an invisible shackle; if Toyokawa Sadaharu wanted to take it back, she would be powerless to resist.

That not-so-large amount of savings was entirely her private property, and it might become the key to her escape when she really had nowhere else to turn.