I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

Yoshiko was extremely embarrassed and ashamed.

With a forced smile, she said, "I don't like these little flowers either. I prefer roses."

She said to Toshio Kirishima, "Toshio, you haven't given me a rose yet."

Kirishima Toshio felt annoyed: "Didn't I give you the money? Go buy it yourself."

Jiazi was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so she just kept combing her hair.

Kirishima Chiho looked at the flowers in front of her in surprise, her hands still trembling slightly as she held them.

"Wasn't there a card on it? Didn't it say who sent it?"

Toshio Kirishima asked a question.

The maid shook her head.

Do you know who gave it to you?

Toshio Kirishima looked at Chiho Kirishima.

"I don't know." Kirishima Chiho shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand either.

"Is that so? It wasn't a gift from someone who likes you, was it?"

Kirishima Toshio said with a touch of pride, "My Chiho is all grown up now, and she gets flowers from people."

Yoshiko then voiced her objection: "If it were from someone you have a crush on, there would definitely be a card. It's probably just a mistake."

She said confidently, "Look, these flowers aren't expensive at all. How could they send cheap flowers to someone like us? Maybe it would be better to return them to the florist, since we don't need the flowers at all."

What do you think, Chiho?

Yoshiko looked at her daughter with loving eyes.

Kirishima Chiho looked at the flowers and pursed her lips.

"Am I going to have to listen to my mother again this time?"

"But is it really okay if I don't listen to Mom?"

She was so hesitant, so uneasy.

"Can I do it? Can I do this?"

My heart is filled with increasing turmoil and sorrow.

"I could never become a bad kid on my own."

"Perhaps I should listen to my mother and give up this bouquet of flowers."

"But I feel so reluctant to part with it."

"I know my mother is so insecure. She has nothing that shines in her, and she can only rely on her daughter to maintain her face and status at home."

"I made up my mind a long time ago to be a good daughter. Because she has done so much for me, because she loves me so much. So, I must repay her."

"But, but I just can't bring myself to listen to my mother and hand over this bouquet of flowers."

"Perhaps, this is why Xia Wuzhao sent this bouquet of flowers."

"Xia Wu, you are truly despicable."

"How could you take advantage of me like this?"

Kirishima Chiho lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Let me apologize to you one more time."

"I love so much."

She said those words so earnestly.

Yoshiko was stunned and felt extremely embarrassed.

Those scarlet eyes actually sparkled at that moment.

She was somewhat afraid to look at it.

But what followed was a fit of rage.

But with a smile, Yoshiko said, "Since you like it so much, then you can take it."

As she spoke, she appeared to be a very gentle mother.

Kirishima Chiho responded and walked into her room with the flowers in her arms.

Chapter 120 It's a kite and a fishing line

The next day, it was already mid-July.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and many girls need to spray themselves with cooling spray to cool down when they go to school.

Most of the spray was applied to the back of the knees and arms.

The girls all carried black umbrellas for shade, but even so, they couldn't stop the heat.

Many girls are tired of those thick cotton socks. After walking out of the house in loafers, they will find that their socks are soaked with sweat from the hot weather.

However, wearing stockings that are too thin would violate school rules.

This left the girls unsure of what to do, so they could only wear thin cotton socks as much as possible. They quickly took the tram to school, changed into indoor shoes, and that was much more comfortable.

However, the smell was always unpleasant, and there was always a lot of air freshener in the classroom.

Kirishima Chiho was the envy of all the other girls; she was always picked up and dropped off by car, so she didn't have to work so hard.

You won't have an unpleasant odor on your body, and you won't be bothered by it.

Kirishima Chiho carried the bouquet of flowers from yesterday to school today, holding it in front of her.

It got wet this morning, so it still looks quite beautiful.

Looking at Chiho, whom she adored, Yoshiko said softly, "If you like her, you can just keep her at home."

Chiho looked at her mother.

"If it were kept at home, it would definitely be replaced or damaged."

"Mother, you would definitely do that."

"You're a monster that devours happiness."

She said gently, "Mom, it's okay. It's fine to keep it in the office."

"Is that so?" Yoshiko said, "It's fine to put it in the clubroom. Do you need Mom to buy you a vase?"

"Next time, Mom."

Chiho answered in a soft, gentle voice.

Yoshiko paused for a moment, her smile fading before blooming again.

"In that case, go to school. Have a happy day at school!"

She said this, but she didn't take Chiho to school today.

Instead, he sat in the car and waved to her.

"Keep up the good work today!"

Yoshiko is so gentle today, just like her mother.

She didn't say anything, she just waved her hand.

Chiho got off the car and walked a few steps toward the school gate, then turned back uneasily to look at her mother.

Yoshiko had already closed the car door and was waving at her through the glass.

She really looks like a mother.

Chiho smiled gently at her mother, then turned and walked into the school gate.

Xia Wuzhao had just arrived at school, as the two of them arrived at school around the same time.

Kirishima Chiho and Natsugiri Kai walked one after the other. The way Kirishima Chiho was carrying the flowers surprised the other students, who all mistakenly thought that the flowers were given to her by Natsugiri Kai.

After hearing the whispers of those people, Kirishima Chiho deliberately asked, "Did you give me these flowers?"

Xia Wuzhao replied, "No."

"Really not?" Kirishima Chiho looked at Natsugiri Kai suspiciously.

“Of course not,” Xia Wuzhao said. “Do you think I have the money to send flowers?”

"Isn't that so?"

Kirishima Chiho's hair fluttered in the wind as she quickened her pace and walked swiftly to Natsugiri Kai.

He turned around to face Xia Wuzhao.

She slowly walked backwards, saying, "If it's not like that, then that would be wonderful."

The girl smiled slyly: "If it really was from you, then I'm in a difficult position."

"If it really was you who sent it, I don't know what to do."

"After all, we made a promise. If I achieve my goal, you'll help me. But if you really fall in love with me, I'll start to doubt whether your resolve has truly wavered."

"But now I'm relieved."

She smiled gently.

"Sitting in the car, I felt both happy and heavy. What's the difference between the love between lovers and the love between a mother and daughter?"

"Perhaps there's no difference; it will still feel heavy, burdensome, and almost suffocating."

The girl blinked, a lighthearted joy flashing in her crimson eyes.

She whispered, "I'm so glad that even though we did that yesterday, you still don't like me."

“Isn’t this normal?” Xia Wuzhao said. “It would be strange to fall in love with someone so easily. The more often you say ‘love,’ the cheaper it becomes.”

"Hehe." She let out a crisp, mischievous laugh: "Today, I'm going to put the flowers in the literature club. What do you think I should do?"

She didn't ask directly if it was okay, but instead asked how to do it.

"Buy a drink, then you'll have a bottle."

"This is a huge bouquet of flowers, but it can't fit in just a vase."

"Then just use a cardboard box as a fixed container, and then put a plastic bag inside, wouldn't that work?"

"Then let's leave it at that."

Kirishima Chiho said casually, "This is good too. It can hold a lot of water and also accommodate this bouquet of flowers."

She smiled happily, appearing relaxed and cheerful.

Xia Wuzhao looked at her, but said rather disappointedly, "Where's your mother? Isn't she coming with us today?"

“My mother,” Kirishima Chiho said in a long, drawn-out tone, “she is a good mother today.”

"Heh—" Xia Wuzhao couldn't help but laugh: "I heard that when fishing, if a big fish takes the bait, you not only need to keep pulling back, but you also need to occasionally lower the rod forward."

“I know that,” Kirishima Chiho said earnestly. “Because we want to exhaust the fish’s energy. Once the fish is exhausted, we can easily reap the rewards.”

"A lucid despair, or rather, a despairing lucidity."

"This must be Kirishima Chiho."

As they were about to return to the classroom, Kirishima Chiho mischievously said, "I forgot to bring the clubroom key."

Xia Wukai glanced at Kirishima Chiho, but had no choice but to go to the literature club with her.

There were boxes for storing books, lined with several layers of garbage bags, and then filled with some water.

Kirishima Chiho tilted the flower against the box, letting its roots submerge in the water.

The entire box was placed near the balcony; only then was it finished.

"Are today's club activities as usual?"

Xia Wuzhao asked this question.

The girl glanced at Xia Wuzhao in surprise and said, "Perhaps it will proceed as usual."

"So, will club activities continue as usual?"