In the anime, cultivating a girlfriend starts from childhood

"She put so much effort into it, and changing the team midway through would be equivalent to negating all her efforts."

"That child has been pursuing perfection, so she lives a very tiring life. In fact, I am already very satisfied with her. Is there any truly perfect person in this world?"

"After you take the lead in this project, can you let her assist you?"

Ryosuke didn't expect the other party to say such a thing.

It was clearly his family that stole the other family's project, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Master Yukinoshita..."

"There's no need to be so distant. Your father and I are brothers. You can just call me uncle."

"I understand, Uncle Yukinoshita."

……

a few days later.

Inside the office in Chiyoda Ward.

A noble lady sat opposite Yukinoshita Haruno, exuding noble temperament and unparalleled elegance.

She opened her folding fan to cover the lower half of her face and stared at Yang Nai.

"Yang Nao, how is the progress of the project now?"

"Have the workers dealt with it?"

“Are the building materials in place?”

Yang Nai pursed her lips when she heard her mother's questions that came like a string of pearls.

But she answered anyway.

“No notification has been received to allow resumption of work.”

“Those workers have withdrawn their lawsuit.”

"As for the materials..."

Mrs. Yukinoshita had a faint smile on her face, but this smile did not make Yang No feel any warmth at all.

For Yang Nai, her mother is like an insurmountable mountain.

He is also a skilled puppeteer who has manipulated her life so far.

In the name of love, he used invisible threads to weave one cruel reality after another for her.

Maybe as Ryosuke said, I'm just a loser.

He thinks he knows people's hearts and can see through everything, but when faced with difficulties, he only chooses to escape and lacks the courage to protect the things he cherishes. He is a loser.

Now I actually began to envy Yukino.

I envy Yukino for being my younger sister and being able to rely on me openly. I envy Yukino for not having to face a mother like this.

I screwed up this project again.

What should I do? I can hardly breathe.

dong dong dong~

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Mrs. Yukinoshita turned her gaze to the door.

Yang Nai's pressure was greatly reduced and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She stood up and walked to the door.

After opening the door, what came into view was the stern face of Hiratsuka Ryosuke.

"Hey, Yukinoshita Haruno, why do you look so grim today?"

With a smile on her face, Yang No stepped on Ryosuke's foot calmly, and at the same time glanced into the room to indicate that there were other people in the office.

If it was unintentional, it would be fine, but for this deliberate behavior, Ryosuke did not forgive the other party at all just because she was a woman, and he stepped back with his foot.

If someone steps on your foot as soon as you come in, anyone would think that person is a psychopath.

He walked in from the door and saw the beautiful woman with her hair tied up on the sofa. He greeted the elder politely, "Mrs. Yukinoshita, hello."

"It's Master Hiratsuka. Long time no see. You are very polite. Is it due to the education from the head of the Hiratsuka family?" The beautiful woman on the sofa responded with a smile.

Ryosuke first glanced at Haruno next to him, then looked at Mrs. Yukinoshita and responded with a faint smile: "At least it's better than your place."

After these words were spoken, the office fell into silence.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was sitting on the sofa holding a folding fan, and Haruno was standing beside her. The two women looked at Ryosuke at the same time and blinked blankly.

Then, Yukinoshita Haruno suddenly let out a "puchi" laugh.

Thinking of her mother's presence, she quickly stopped smiling.

The girl stared at Ryosuke, her admiration clearly revealed.

The depression I felt just now when I was with my mother disappeared completely at this moment, I said to myself.

How dare you say such things to my mother? You are really interesting, Ryosuke-chan.

Chapter 181: People are always trapped in their lives by things that they could not get when they were young

Ryosuke's arrival seemed to make Yang No feel much more relaxed.

She leaned forward slightly, frowned slightly, and said in a pretended angry tone: "Ryosuke, that's my mother, how can you talk to her like that?"

Ryosuke felt a warm and fragrant breath coming from his face and looked at the girl who was so close to him.

Her eyes were as bright as pearls hidden in the deep sea.

She has a high nose bridge, rosy and attractive lips, and skin as white and transparent as snow.

The ends of her shoulder-length hair were dyed a gradient purple, adding a layer of mystery to her.

Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at the two people interacting at the door, thoughtfully.

No one knows a daughter better than her mother, and she knows very well what kind of person her eldest daughter is.

When will Yang Noi become interested in someone of the opposite sex who is similar in age?

there has never been.

The eldest daughter was very smooth in her dealings with people, and at least on the surface, she seemed familiar with everyone.

But in fact, he deliberately keeps a distance from everyone.

Ryosuke shifted his gaze to Mrs. Yukinoshita.

Through these days of operations, the team contracting the project today has officially changed from the Yukinoshita family to the Hiratsuka family.

Looking at the reactions of the two people in front of him, didn't they know? Did the head of the Yukinoshita family not tell them anything?

Never mind. The new contract has been signed, and all that’s left now is to ensure the smooth completion of this school.

Mrs. Yukinoshita closed her folding fan, put the handle to her lips, stared at Ryosuke and said nonchalantly, "It's okay. It's more like a familiar feeling this way."

Ryosuke walked around Haruno, went to the sofa, and sat directly opposite Mrs. Yukinoshita.

"Mrs. Yukinoshita, I'm here today to do the handover work."

The people from the Nitta and Hirazuka family construction teams are outside, and the material suppliers have already contacted several partners with whom the Hirazuka family has cooperated many times.

He has made all the preparations for this and will never let Yukinoshita Haruno's failure happen again.

"Yes, I know, the handover documents are ready." Mrs. Yukinoshita put down her folding fan and replied calmly.

As soon as these words came out, Yang No, who was at the door, hurried to the sofa, frowned and asked, "Mother, Ryosuke, what are you talking about?"

She had a bad feeling in her heart and didn't even want to call him "Ryosuke-chan".

She had no idea what the handover was.

She felt like she was the only one kept in the dark, which was a terrible feeling.

Mrs. Yukinoshita looked up at the confused Haruno, closed her eyes and sighed softly.

When she opened her eyes again, there was only coldness in her eyes when she looked at Yang No.

"Actually, this project now belongs to the Hiratsuka family."

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita Haruno's body shook uncontrollably.

How could this be?

It was almost finished, how come the project suddenly became Hiratsuka's?

Her peers are enjoying the precious youth time which comes only once in their lifetime.

She spent all her youth on this project.

Can you change it now?

In this case, what are all the previous efforts?

What is the time wasted in these years?

What is the point of all the hard work I have put in for countless nights?

Mrs. Yukinoshita continued to teach her eldest daughter a lesson, but there was little emotion in her voice.

"Just like before, there is some missing information, Haruno."

"Business is like a battlefield. If you want to gain a foothold in this cruel battlefield, intelligence information is the most important."

"If you fail to detect and resolve even a small problem in time, your lack of intelligence will lead to greater losses."

"Is this your responsibility as Yukinoshita's successor?"

"Anyway, the project has now been run by your father and handed over to the Hiratsuka family, which means you have failed the test, Haruno."

Yukinoshita Haruno sat down on the sofa weakly with her head down, her eyes lost their luster and her hands and feet were cold.

Did I...fail?

The girl recalled the first lesson her mother taught her in the sand pit when she was a child.

It made her see the reality, the charity of the superiors to the inferiors, and the hypocritical relationships among friends.

So she has been alone since she was a child.

No matter what she does, she will do her best to do it perfectly.

The word failure seems to have nothing to do with her life.

And now...

Even though she was in an air-conditioned office, she couldn't feel any warmth at all.

At this moment, she seemed to be in a lake in the cold winter.

There was only endless darkness, coldness, and a feeling of suffocation surrounding her.

"Mrs. Yukinoshita, could you please not do this again in the future?"

Ryosuke looked at Mrs. Yukinoshita and spoke slowly.

"This time it's a bit too much."

"Safety is the top priority for construction projects. It is not a tool for your family to use for assessment, because there are many workers on the construction site. They are also husbands and fathers of others."

"Their wives and children also hope that these workers can get their wages on time and return home safely."

"You deliberately contacted the material supplier to embarrass Yukinoshita Haruno just for the so-called test, causing the construction period to be delayed. You also delayed the payment of the ordinary workers. It may be a trivial amount of money for you, but for them it is a salary that can support a family."

The words of the boy next to her brought some light back into Yang Noi's eyes.

Are you helping me, Ryosuke?

Unfortunately it's useless.

My mother would always mercilessly strike down anyone who dared to contradict her.

Because this is how I have lived since I was a child.

Time and again, I grew up in the difficulties that woman deliberately created.