I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

At a certain doorway, the boy stopped and looked inside, his expression thoughtful.

"Mr. Cheng, what have you discovered?" Chief Kishi followed.

"Who is that?" the boy asked, pointing into the room.

A shy young girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, sat at the table, seemingly oblivious to the situation. She wore pink pajamas, her delicate features exuding sweetness, and her face was expressionless.

It seemed to be her room, which had not escaped the search either; the books that had been found were scattered all over the floor.

Amidst the chaos, the girl seemed to be drawing on a digital screen, completely oblivious to the situation around her.

"If I remember correctly, she's Managing Director Kato's daughter, right? Her name is Kato Ai," Chief Kishimoto recalled.

"I'll talk to her, you go somewhere else first." The boy's smile was frivolous.

"Yes." Chief Kishi glanced at him, then lowered his head without making a sound.

The boy then entered the room, casually closed the door, put his hands in his pockets, and came to the girl's side. He didn't speak immediately, but simply watched her paint.

The exquisite anime character illustrations are beautifully rendered with accurate and graceful shapes. The colors have a pale quality, and the unique style is almost commercially viable. Cheng Fei even felt that he had seen this art style somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where. It was hard to imagine that the artist behind it was so young.

The girl seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, spending a great deal of energy repairing the color blocks and lines.

After a while, she slowly raised her head and looked at the boy who was smiling and watching her.

She paused for a moment, then hurriedly lowered her head.

Wow, so handsome...

The boy bent down to pick up the stack of painting books that had fallen over on the ground, put them back in their original place on the table, and then pulled up a chair next to the girl and sat down.

"You're very cute, and your drawing is beautiful." The boy said casually, though his tone was a little awkward, it still had a kind of warm and friendly quality.

"Please... get out." Kato Ai protested in a delicate voice, staring at the digital screen as if she didn't dare to look at him.

"I'm not interested in messing around like them. I'm exhausted. I'll rest here for a bit." The young man said casually, taking off his suit jacket and loosening his neatly tied tie, inadvertently revealing his well-defined collarbone. He lazily rested his chin on one hand, smiling as he gazed at the girl's profile, as if admiring her features.

Ai Kato shrank her neck.

"What's wrong? Am I scary?" The boy tilted his head to examine her face, as if out of curiosity.

"..." The girl lowered her head like a quail.

"You can continue, I won't bother you." The boy focused his attention on his phone, seemingly indicating that he really had only come to slack off.

Kato Ai breathed a sigh of relief and continued drawing.

Time ticked by, but the girl could no longer concentrate as before. Her gaze kept drifting toward the boy, as if drawn by something.

In her bright eyes, the boy's features were deep and captivating, lacking the childishness and frivolity often seen in boys his age. Instead, he possessed a trustworthy and intellectual air, like a mature and gentle older brother...

218. Cheng Fei's two-hour public relations with a Japanese girl

Cheng Fei secretly took a picture of the picture frame that had fallen to the ground. The illustration inside was clearly Kato Ai's own work. He then used his browser to search for the author using image search.

“Actually, I know you.” A few minutes later, the boy suddenly spoke.

Under Ai Kato's questioning gaze, he picked up his phone screen, which displayed a social media account. "Kaya-sensei?"

Ai Kato's pupils contracted.

"Not only are the illustrations beautiful, but there's also a set of short comics about the daily lives of siblings, with some rather risqué interactions. I used to think the artist was a siscon uncle," the boy said, swiping the screen in a familiar tone.

"You..." Kato Ai trembled as if she were afraid.

"Don't worry, I'm your fan, I'll keep it a secret for you." The boy made a shushing gesture.

Ai Kato blinked.

"So you're a brother complex? Actually, I've always wanted a cute little sister like you. How about we play a game?" The boy gazed into her bright, dark eyes and slowly approached her.

The boy's demeanor and tone were aggressive, making her heart race uncontrollably.

"No... It's strange since we've only just met." Kato Ai shrank back, her expression one of struggle.

……

Two hours later, the boy put his arm around Kato Ai's small shoulders and gently stroked her head as he said, "Sakura is the strictest high school in Academy City, but if you have artistic talent, your chances of passing the interview are quite high."

"Brother, I will definitely pass the exam..." Kato Ai gripped his shirt tightly with her small hands.

"I believe in Ai." The boy leaned down and pressed his face close to her innocent and adorable young face.

They only touched cheek to cheek, like an intimate interaction between siblings.

Kato Ai's face flushed instantly, and she buried her face in the boy's chest, "Brother..."

The boy pushed her away, saying, "It's almost time. I should go now. I'll go downstairs and play 'The Feathers of Two Wings' for you."

“Okay…” There was a hint of reluctance in the girl’s eyes.

"Also, thank you for the gift. You'll have to teach me drawing skills in the future, Kaya-sensei." The boy waved a drawing reference book called "Understanding Human Form" in his hand, seemingly genuinely interested in art.

"Hmm..." Kato Ai nodded repeatedly, still half asleep.

The young man lightly patted her head, got up and left the room, shaking his head and sighing inwardly.

He seems to really have a talent for being a gigolo; even though it was his first time fooling young girls, he was surprisingly adept at it...

As soon as he stepped out of the room, a small, fair hand suddenly grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall.

"Cheng Fei, I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person." Ye Shuang narrowed her eyes and stared at the boy, her expression cold.

"Master Ye, let me explain!" The boy's eyes widened.

"There's nothing to explain." Ye Shuang's tone was icy cold as she slammed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

The heavy thud could be heard throughout the entire building.

Hearing the noise, Kato Ai rushed out and threw herself at the boy's side, "Brother!"

“Master Ye, cough cough cough, I know where the accounts are…” Cheng Fei raised his hand, grinning.

Ye Shuang's fist, which was about to deliver the fatal blow, froze in mid-air, hesitating.

"Aiyi, go inside first. I'm fine." Cheng Fei reassured Kato Aiyi as she left.

Under Ye Shuang's silent gaze, the young man stood up, supporting his back. "Master Ye, I went to great lengths to use my body to extract information. You're being too indiscriminate."

He said that in Chinese.

Ye Shuang clenched her fists, not entirely believing his words.

Ye Shuang searched for a long time without finding anything. As soon as she went upstairs, she found him hugging someone else's little daughter, which made her very angry for Lin Xuanqi.

Cheng Fei limped into the living room, sat down in front of the piano, took a deep breath, and began to play the theme song of Yosuga no Sora.

Upstairs, Kato Ai leaned against the wall, her small chest pounding.

Even though they had only known each other for a short time, the boy's behavior was exactly the kind of older brother she had always dreamed of, and before she knew it, she had been captivated...

She is determined to study abroad in Academy City next year and get into Sakura High School.

A girl with poor grades made an impossible wish after being cruelly deceived by someone.

Cheng Fei breathed a sigh of relief after playing the piece, then looked at Ye Shuang, who was standing impatiently to the side, and asked, "Master Ye, did you hear it?"

"I can tell you're a siscon, no wonder." Ye Shuang sneered, clenching her fist. It seems she knows a thing or two about Yosuga no Sora.

"Hey, wait!" the boy quickly stopped her. "I meant the sound. There's something inside the instrument resonating when you play it."

Ye Shuang was taken aback. "Don't talk nonsense. How could you tell from that?"

"You'll be able to tell the difference once you've played it a lot." Cheng Fei opened the top cover of the grand piano, revealing the tightly packed strings inside.

"I've already seen it," Ye Shuang said coldly.

"Down there." Cheng Fei shook his head.

The boy moved to the front to remove the keyboard cover, then removed some small parts that held the keyboard in place, and finally dragged out the entire keyboard along with the complex hammer mechanism inside.

The boy bent down and reached into the piano, quickly pulling out a thick ledger, which he proudly waved in front of Ye Shuang.

……

In the conference room.

Lin Xuanqi and Kato Yoshiko received the call almost at the same time.

After a day of stalemate, the expressions of both sides underwent a strange reversal.

Amid Lin Xuanqi's malicious smile, Kato Yoshiko, her face grim, strode out of the conference room and made a phone call outside. "Brother, they found them after all. Please help me this once, I beg you..."

"Understood." A deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

……

Meanwhile, Cheng Fei and Ye Shuang, having completed their mission, drove back.

"Master Ye, you'll keep this a secret, right? If Xuanqi finds out, she'll kill me." Cheng Fei sat up straight and looked at the girl beside him.

Ye Shuang, clutching her briefcase containing the accounts, ignored him with a cold expression.

"I just wanted to get the accounts as soon as possible. If it drags on until tomorrow, things might change. I had no choice but to do some public relations with Kato Ai. Besides, I only hugged and cuddled with her. It's not that out of line, is it?"

Ye Shuang remained silent.

"I don't know her at all, and I never will. So how could I betray Xuanqi's feelings?"

"Master Ye, how can you bear to see me, who came here out of kindness to help you get back, end up being sunk in Tokyo Bay? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"We've known each other for so long, we're practically friends, can't we look out for each other? You have to forget thousands of things every day, how about you forget this one too?"

"Master Ye..."

"Alright, this is so annoying."

Seeing the boy chattering on and on, Ye Shuang frowned and interrupted him.

"You promised to keep it a secret?" Cheng Fei was shocked.

"I'll let it go this time, but you'd better be more considerate in the future. If this gets back to Miss's ears, I can't control what she thinks." Ye Shuang rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"Master Ye, I knew you wouldn't push me into a fire pit." Cheng Fei breathed a sigh of relief exaggeratedly.

"This is a one-time exception, do you understand?" Ye Shuang stared at him, as if afraid he would misunderstand.

"Don't worry, this will absolutely not happen again." Cheng Fei said seriously.

……

219. Escaping requires skill.

The car drove slowly along the historic streets of Shimo-Ochiai. The old neighborhood was deserted in the evening, resembling the last stretch of road home for the male and female protagonists in a Japanese anime.

"Something's weird up ahead..." the driver suddenly said.

Cheng Fei and Ye Shuang looked ahead and saw a group of people gathered on both sides of the intersection, seemingly watching the car approach.

As the car approached, they threw out a long object that stretched across the road.

The driver slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The car ran over the car with a loud bang, puncturing all four tires.

The skidding car nearly crashed into a roadside utility pole. Just as it was about to come to a stop, another car with a flat tire rear-ended it with a loud bang.

"Master Ye, something's not right." Cheng Fei unbuckled his seatbelt and stared ahead.

The girl next to her, who was still a little dizzy, looked up and froze.

A large, dark crowd was closing in on them from both the front and back, completely blocking the narrow street and looking quite frightening.

"Yes, they're from the Yakuza!" the driver yelled, desperately trying to unbuckle his seatbelt, but his hands trembled so much from nervousness that he couldn't find the buckle.

Cheng Fei and Ye Shuang exchanged a glance and got out of the car.

The car behind was occupied by Chief Kishimoto. He and the driver had already gotten out of the car. Facing the crowd that quickly surrounded them, the two of them stood stiffly in place, their legs as if welded to the ground, having lost even the courage to run away.