The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

"Whaaaaaaah!"

"I've always wanted to see this expression on your face, the expression of being intoxicated by me!"

"Hey hey hey, hey hey hey!"

The legendary female public relations officer, who had already been laughing foolishly in her heart, was now a little impatient!

On the contrary, he ordered the minister to be humble to him, begging him not to tell his father about his mother, not to destroy the family, etc. It’s really exciting to think about it!

However, the next second, a calm voice broke the beautiful fantasy.

"He knows."

Hitomi Amemiya explained calmly, "My husband is the girl across the street who loves being a gigolo. He supports me."

"..."

"?"

Miss Hoshikawa's smile was forever drowned in her heart, as if she had fallen from a helicopter and could never smile again.

...Fantasy time is over.

And even if everything is true, considering the family throne of Amamiya Yi, it would be pure pipe dream for such a thing to happen.

The great philosopher Mao Lei once said, don't dream something that cannot be realized.

..But...

How, how could this happen?

The combination of these two joys should have brought more...

Forget it, it’s not a waste of time.

Hoshikawa Kitako covered her face, and for a moment her mind flashed back to the scene she had accidentally witnessed last night:

[Miss Amamiya and a man in a suit wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked into the host club and waved to each other.]

She was still wondering last night whether there was any shocking plot between the two of them. Now that the result is out, it’s really shocking.

These two are actually husband and wife.

...

"Female public relations agent x male escort..."

Hoshikawa Kitaka's face gradually became distorted. This is not my friend, I guess this is a market trade?

Even if Conan comes, we have to check the surveillance, right?

And then again, are all you rich people so perverted?

The mother pursues excitement by working as a hostess, and the father is even more outrageous, he just becomes a gigolo and flirts with girls every night?

They even knew each other and recognized each other?!

Disgusting, I've been hiding it!

You two are almost seventy years old together! How could you do something so outrageous?! If the minister knew about this, he would be furious, right?

If Miss Hoshikawa had a stupid hair on her head, her energy for complaining would probably be so high that she could explode at any time.

"Your circle is really chaotic."

She finished her summary.

Reality is a garbage game indeed.

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ps: There will be another update in the afternoon or evening.

To be honest, I don't want to break the chapter, but the data is too real. The new subscriptions for publishing two chapters have increased visibly, more than doubling...

They are also the second week: Chapter 97 Good Wife and Good Mother Amamiya Yi

"--tasty!"

For Hoshikawa Kitaka, today was too magical.

But thankfully, the minister's warm and delicious curry was enough to heal the trauma.

As she ate, she couldn't help but mutter in admiration, "Why are the wings so good?!"

This taste brought back memories of Miss Hoshikawa's wonderful life as the daughter of the Hoshikawa family, where she enjoyed the cuisine of a star chef every day.

"Hey, Xiaoyi's cooking skills are good enough to open a restaurant chef!"

Hitomi Amemiya looked proud, "She inherited my excellent cooking genes!"

"You can't even fry an egg without starting a fire within three minutes of entering the kitchen. Where do you get the confidence to say something like that?"

As a pro-level chef, Amamiya Yi expressionlessly exposed the truth that she was a kitchen loser at the level of the law of causality.

"Hey." She didn't care at all, with a happy face, and ate the curry on the plate happily.

I ran to the convenience store downstairs and bought some beef rolls and made some curry beef.

This thing, paired with white rice, can basically kill any hungry Tokyo resident.

Not to mention, Miss Hoshikawa basically has milk and bread for all three meals, occasionally switching to instant noodles, and even the flavors rarely change.

"Woo!" Miss Xingchuan made a strange sound, feeling a little moved. She almost choked on her food and drank some boiled water.

It was just a serving of curry. While it was indeed delicious, enough to warrant a few compliments, it wasn't that exaggerated. After all, the ingredients were just typical supermarket items...

Thinking about it makes me feel a little sorry for her.

The two girls at the table were enjoying their meal.

Sitting at the dining table, Amemiya Yi, with her cheek in her hand, watched the two of them eat and drink quietly, and did not take the opportunity to say anything.

Just eat when you eat.

If there is anything, we can talk about it later.

After a while, both of their plates were clean, with only a few remnants of curry left, and not even a few grains of rice could be seen.

"Are you full? If not, we can talk about it later." Yu Gongyi asked indifferently.

"Hmm, I'm full..."

Miss Xingchuan leaned back slightly, holding her belly, "Really, I can't fit even a drop..."

"Me too..."

"it is good."

Amemiya Yi put away the plates for both of them, walked silently into the kitchen and started washing the dishes. She was quiet and meticulous, just like a housewife who was already used to housework.

The two people at the table looked at each other.

"Has she always been like this?"

Hitomi Amemiya shook her head slightly and smiled, "She used to be quite talkative, and was quite naughty just like her sister... But after we got busy with work, Xiaoyi almost lived alone with her sister."

"She didn't know how to do anything at first, but she learned little by little. She asked me how to do housework. Since I didn't know how to do it, she would learn it herself. Gradually, she became very good at cooking. She is very worry-free and takes good care of her younger sister. She is really a very good sister..."

"Although being so mature at such a young age might seem a little unattractive, I think...it's actually quite good this way. At least she's reassuring."

"She will definitely become a good wife in the future."

"..."

Good Wife and Good Mother Amamiya Yi...

Miss Hoshikawa could see the girl washing dishes in the kitchen through the glass window.

And something swaying under the body with the arm, and the amazing lines under the jeans that were particularly clear.

"..at least it looks like she's easy to have children."

She muttered softly.

As soon as she said this, even Amemiya Hitomi, who was about a meter away from her, didn't hear clearly what she said. Amemiya Yi, who was still washing dishes in the kitchen, suddenly turned her head and looked at her with a slightly puzzled look.

What terrible hearing!

Minister, you can apply for the Guinness World Record now, right?

She shrank her head slightly, savoring the lingering fragrance on her tongue, and the words that Hitomi Amemiya had just said emerged in her mind again.

If I had agreed just now... could I eat Amamiya Yi's cooking every day?

When talking about cooking, we have to mention her legendary life of drinking three bottles of milk every day.

"I don't care about you. Whether you starve to death is your own business. You only have so much money. If you have the ability, go stay with your friends and ask them to help you out."

The debt collector said so, and his life suddenly experienced great ups and downs.

Those gangsters were so stingy that they only left her 30,000 yen for living expenses every month. After deducting rent, utilities, they were lucky if they could have 15,000 yen left. At the end of the month, the money she could spend on food every day did not exceed 500 yen.

He handed over all the remaining millions of yen he earned from his public relations work, not caring about food, clothing, or shelter. If he wasn't quite strong and a master of economic management, he would have died somewhere within six months.

Seriously, can't I just give myself $200,000 a month and live a normal life? Do I really have to let myself experience poverty? Is that a little money enough?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that those debt collectors were not human beings at all. They were full of evil intentions. If they had even a little bit of humanity, they wouldn't exploit people to such an extent. They were even more capitalist than the capitalists themselves...

"...never mind."

Human beings are very contradictory creatures.

Make a choice and quickly regret it, especially when there is still time to reverse it.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I may have chosen the wrong path.

So, since I have already made my stance clear, there is no need to deny my previous thoughts...

"Thank you for dinner... It's getting late, I have to go now."

"...It's so dangerous to be alone at night. How about I drive you away?"

"Need not."

Hoshikawa Kitaka stood up and changed back into her own leather shoes in front of the shoe cabinet. "They've been staring at me the whole time. These little thugs...are actually not half as dangerous as them."

"..."

Hitomi Amemiya opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but remained silent. She watched her turn the doorknob and walk out.

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The Amemiya family's home is 2.5 kilometers away from the school, and Miss Hoshikawa's current residence is about the same distance away, only about meters away from the Amemiya family's home.

It’s not too far actually, just a leisurely walk of about ten minutes. If you want to go home later, maybe we can go back together?

After leaving the Amemiya family's house, on the dimly lit road, Hoshikawa Kitaka, who had long been accustomed to the night view, stood at the Amemiya family's door, her thoughts wandering. She opened her phone and glanced at Line, but there was no movement...

The word "Mom" that she pinned to the top of her list will never light up again.

And below the word "Mom", and below the word "Dad" which is no longer lit, there are a few new names.

"Humph, you didn't even bother to see me off..."

She raised the corner of her mouth, clicked it, and was about to send a grinning face to the person with the word "Minister" in the note, when the other party suddenly replied:

【Look back】

Hoshikawa Kitaka was stunned for a moment and turned her head to look.

In the second-floor window, long black hair fluttered in the wind.

"Bon Voyage."

The girl said so.

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They are also the second week: Chapter 98 It’s God’s will, God’s will!

The clear and bright night sky makes even the old, dim yellow streetlights on the roadside look playful and cute.