I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

After finishing her cigarette, she slowly walked to the counter and said, "Boss, make me a bowl of hangover soup."

The boss smiled and said, "If you did it yourself, the results might be even better."

"It makes no difference anyway," Keiko said casually. "I'll just take it over in a bit."

The boss didn't say anything more, but simply called out to the kitchen, "Bring a bowl of hangover soup."

After Xia Wuzhao had seen everything clearly, she continued working.

It wasn't until dusk that Yajima Jiro finally woke up.

Keiko immediately brought over a bowl of hangover soup, comforting Yajima Jiro: "Have some soup, Yajima."

She acted so virtuously, deliberately using this demeanor to deepen the impression she left on Yajima Jiro.

Yajima Jiro did feel somewhat guilty, as he remembered the promise he had made earlier.

But I can't bring myself to say it now.

Keiko wanted just the kind of person Yajima Jiro to be like. She said, "I didn't remember any of the promises you made before. So, you don't need to take them to heart."

Yajima Jiro felt both guilty and embarrassed.

He immediately resolved to fulfill this promise.

After Yajima left, Keiko said with a resentful look, "Finally gone."

The boss just smiled and didn't say anything.

Yajima left the izakaya and drove away. Although he was a little dizzy, there was very little traffic in the town, and Yajima was confident that nothing would happen.

He drove home slowly, opened the door, and went straight to his bedroom.

His head was spinning, he was exhausted, and all he wanted was to get a good night's sleep.

"father!"

Risa Yajima looked delighted and immediately jumped into Jiro Yajima's arms.

Yajima Jiro forced a smile: "What's wrong? Today?"

"It's nothing, Dad," Risa Yajima said with a smile. "It's just that Dad is always socializing and it must be exhausting."

Jiro Yajima stroked Risa Yajima's head with a look of satisfaction, while Risa Yajima lay in front of Jiro Yajima, looking like a good girl who felt sorry for her father.

But as soon as he lay down in front of her, her expression changed.

After taking a careful sniff, Risa Yajima detected a strong aroma of alcohol and perfume.

Risa Yajima didn't say anything more, but simply helped Jiro Yajima up and said, "Dad, you've worked hard. Go to sleep now."

Yajima Jiro smiled and said, "I'll give you pocket money when Dad wakes up."

As he said this, he staggered into the room, but as soon as he touched the bed, he fell into a deep sleep.

After gently closing the door, Risa Yajima sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression.

"Was it that slut you met while drinking? My father smelled strongly of alcohol and perfume, just like before."

She muttered, "My family is going to fall apart because of some damn woman who uses cheap perfume? Damn it."

Risa Yajima was furious, wishing it were the May Day holiday right now so she could catch that bitch.

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After returning home, Xia Wuzhao was still cooking lunch for tomorrow.

Unlike today's lunch, this time he prepared more meat and reduced the amount of vegetables.

The flavor of the dishes also changed to sweet and sour.

Xiao Ai floated in mid-air and said, "Lord Xia Wu, you're not going to cook two meals again this time, are you?"

"Mmm," Xia Wuzhao responded, prompting Xiao Ai to tease her, "Is it for Asahi Aoi again?"

"No."

Xia Wuzhao answered crisply and decisively.

"Really? Last night you said that the bento wasn't for Asahi Aoi. But when you got to school, you still gave it to Asahi Aoi." Ai teased, laughing.

"Because it wasn't originally meant for Aoi Asahi," Natsuki Kai said casually. "I just brought the wrong number and was going to throw it in the trash. It's just that Aoi Asahi picked it up before I could throw it in the trash."

"So, it can only be considered that she scavenged food from the trash can, not that I gave her food."

Xia Wuzhao's casual reply left Xiao Ai completely bewildered.

But she said, "I reminded you before that you should at least check it once."

"As I said before, there's no time to check," Xia Wuzhao replied casually, which annoyed Xiao Ai, leaving her speechless.

After thinking for a while, she muttered, "What if the food you prepared this time is 'accidentally' brought to school?"

"No," Xia Wuzhao replied calmly, before Xiao Ai could even voice her question.

Xia Wuzhao added, "Because I'm planning to try selling meals at the school, at least I can earn some money."

Chapter 34 Almost Rusted Machine Gears

While Asahi was studying at home that evening, Keiko walked in drunk.

She reeked of alcohol and stumbled against the door.

It even made a loud noise when it hit something, attracting the attention of Asahi Aoi.

Huizi blushed, her neck bulging as if she were about to vomit.

Asahi said somewhat coldly, "Mother, what is it now?"

Keiko leaned against the door, looking at Aoi Sola's indifferent and impatient expression. For no reason, she felt a surge of resentment. She said angrily, "What have I ever done to you? Why do you talk to me like this? Look at how other people's daughters treat their mothers with respect."

"Look at you, you're a disgrace!"

She scolded loudly for a while, then said angrily.

"Everything you eat, drink, live in, and wear—aren't they all paid for with my money?"

She screamed, "I'm your mother! How can you call yourself a daughter? You're such an ingrate!"

Huizi was as angry as a virtuous mother scolding her unfilial daughter.

But Aoi was heartbroken; she was devastated.

Although she had long been used to her mother's shamelessness, she still felt wronged every time this happened.

I still feel pain. I've been scolded and hated like this since I was a child.

At first, she thought it was because it was too extravagant.

But it was only when she was ridiculed for her tattered clothes that she finally understood.

It wasn't that I was too extravagant, but because my mother disliked me.

"Yes, everything I eat, live in, wear, and drink is paid for by you, but how much have I spent? I wear my school uniform all year round, I don't own any clothes. Even my underwear is washed and washed until it's faded, but I still wear it. What about what I eat? Don't I work? I eat less than a dog eats every day."

She was so aggrieved that she was almost in tears, almost ready to scream.

"And you expect me to take care of you in your old age? Am I just going to eat and drink for free? Don't you think I'll take care of you in your old age?"

She was so aggrieved that she almost cried, but in the end, not a single tear fell.

—Because no matter what, what Keiko said was true.

Aoi Asahi had no way to refute it.

She kept her head down, her hair almost completely obscuring her face.

The girl's voice trembled slightly, filled with despair.

But she still knew one thing clearly—her mother was a woman who was greedy and lacked self-awareness.

If you shed tears in front of her, she will become increasingly smug.

She bit her lip, suppressing her emotions.

He looked at Keiko stubbornly.

Aoi could only ask impatiently, "What exactly do you want?"

"Ungrateful wretch, you shameless woman."

Huizi cursed angrily, saying, "You deserve to be bullied at school. Look at you now, you're no longer acting like a daughter! You can't even cook, all you do is ask me for money. All the money I earn goes into your hands, you're a real bloodsucker."

"I only have 30,000 yen a month, and a decent bento box costs 600 yen. That's enough for only 50 bento box meals a month. Am I some kind of bloodsucker?"

Aoi bit her lip, finally lowering her head to look at her textbook, trying to use the knowledge to cover up her sadness.

After Huizi finished cursing and her throat was dry, she angrily pounded on the door: "Go get me some water!"

She scolded the sunflower.

Unable to refuse, Asahi got up, took a glass, and filled it with tap water from the kitchen.

After taking it back and handing it to Keiko, Aoi Asahi intended to go into the room and hide in her own room.

But Keiko only took one sip before disgustedly tossing it onto the tatami mat.

The glass shattered into pieces with a loud crackling sound, and water stains formed a puddle at the doorway.

"It tastes awful."

Keiko leaned against the doorway, giving the burdensome Asahi Aoi a disgusted look, thinking that Asahi Aoi was doing it on purpose.

But she didn't come specifically to scold him; she came to show off.

She said with great pride, "I'm not like you, you incompetent woman. I've found a good man and locked him up tight. From now on, I might be able to get rid of you, this burden."

"That man is a good man, an old-fashioned and traditional man. Although he doesn't have much romance, he is an honest man. Only a man like this is a good man that a woman absolutely cannot give up."

"As long as you hold on tight, you'll be set for life. Even if the man dies, you'll still get his assets. Unlike many slick, effeminate men these days who actually want to take a woman's money."

"A stupid woman like you would definitely be fooled by a man like that."

Huizi kept rambling on: "But you wouldn't understand no matter what I say, as long as you know that my life is going to be prosperous. And you? You're such a burden, I can finally get rid of you."

Aoi was taken aback, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Perhaps it's because she can finally escape the happiness of being with her mother?

Or is it the fear of not knowing what to do about the future?

Perhaps you have everything, but happiness outweighs it all.

Keiko glanced at her and said, "But don't even think about giving this house to you. You, this burden, should hurry up and find a boyfriend to move out. I'm canceling the lease on this house, understand?"

"Consider this a heads-up, you're such a burden. If you want to find a man, you need to be more innocent and charming. If you keep that sour face all the time, how will you ever find a boyfriend? And you'd better not mention your family background."

"After all, any normal man would just want to avoid a burden like you, to prevent being dragged down by you. Only when things are irreversible and the deed is done, can he find a man who can provide for him for the rest of his life."

“But I don’t think a woman like you can find a good meal ticket,” Huizi mocked. “If you ask me, you should go find an older man. At least he’s willing to pay you.”

Sunflower stood silently at the doorway, its head bowed like a sculpture.

Huizi snorted coldly, pointed at the morning sunflower, and said, "It's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin; they don't appreciate a kind heart."

She stormed off in a huff.

Aoi silently squatted down and picked up the shards of glass one by one, throwing them into the trash can.

She had to scrape up the tiny bits of debris little by little with a notebook.

After carefully handling the fragile debris that could easily cause injury, she took a rag and wiped the water stains clean little by little.

She felt a sense of despair and distress, but there was nothing she could do and she was powerless to change anything.

I could only exhaust myself, constantly thinking about and recalling what happened at noon.

I recall the dazzling happiness of that noon.

Grasp this straw and start this rusty machine.

Chapter 35: Those delicate sweetness dripped with poison.

Every morning, the sunflowers automatically wake up.

But this isn't the function of an alarm clock—Asahi doesn't have a cell phone or an alarm clock.

It's like someone from ancient times.