He placed the small kitten, who had been very noisy earlier but was now fast asleep, in its cat bed.
Felines were very lazy creatures; the least active among them, lions, even spent almost 20 hours a day sleeping.
However, this saved him a lot of trouble.
Kitahara Kosuke began his daily routine of exercise.
Of course, compared to before, the weight of the things he wore had increased a little bit.
About 10kg or so.
Just as he was alone in his room, doing his own routine training, Miss Saki in the living room looked at the things in her hand and had completely panicked.
Hurriedly taking out her phone, her hands trembling slightly, she made several mistakes while dialing before finally successfully getting through to her ho number.
"Hello, Mom, there’s sothing I want to ask you about..."
...
"I’m sorry, Saki, I didn’t want to tell you these things because you’re in school..."
A woman’s low voice ca from the other end of the line, plunging Yoshida Saki’s mood into the depths.
"So, this is true."
After chatting for about ten minutes and hanging up, Miss Yoshida sat alone on the chair, her mind a bit dazed, and her heart filled with anxiety.
She usually kept in contact with her family, but so things had been deliberately concealed from her, so she had no idea these events had occurred.
"What should I do..."
At this mont, the flustered Saki couldn’t think of any solution and had no choice but to hurriedly walk towards the room where Kosuke was.
She subconsciously felt that that person could help her.
The file bag Kosuke gave Yoshida Saki wasn’t anything special.
It was just a little bit of an unexpected gain for him.
In the original history, the person who hard Yoshida Saki the most was, first and foremost, the Hayato guy who was now probably in heaven or hell.
And the second person was...
Yoshida Saki’s own father.
That guy was a demon father, and his character was far inferior to even Mr. Akizuki Kozo.
After the matter was discovered, he implied to his wife that his daughter had him, and tacitly allowed his wife to drive their daughter out of the house.
One of the main culprits who caused the death of his daughter and his unborn granddaughter, he was a scumbag no less than Hayato-kun.
After Kitahara Kosuke semi-forcefully moved Miss Yoshida out of her ho, he had been commissioning a private detective to monitor her family’s situation.
Then, he discovered sothing very interesting.
In the original history, the incident of Yoshida Saki’s father being laid off by his company had also occurred normally not long ago.
Kosuke had originally wanted to teach this person a lesson, but at this ti.
Sothing completely incomprehensible to him happened.
That damn old man first went out every morning as usual, then sat in the park all day, and in the evening pretended to have just gotten off work when he returned ho.
The unique behavior of face-conscious Japanese n, which he found difficult to understand.
After this had continued for so ti, he seed to have finally made up his mind to co clean.
But on the way ho, he was entangled by a young high school girl who was quite cute even after dressing up.
She had long black hair and a slender figure. Although she wasn’t as cute as Saki, she looked a bit similar to his daughter.
Then, given the opportunity to have physical relations with a JK, this old guy naturally had no reason to refuse.
He beca addicted to intercourse and couldn’t extricate himself.
His original plan to co clean with his wife was postponed, and he even started taking out high-interest loans, while fabricating the illusion that he hadn’t been fired, all to maintain his relationship with the JK.
Many Japanese n would borrow money from their wives in the sa situation to maintain their dignity.
So would even directly stop going ho and beco holess, eventually disappearing from the world.
Incomprehensible choices.
In any case, this old bastard didn’t need him to intervene; he had begun his own journey to self-destruction.
And when he was no longer able to repay the daily increasing interest, the situation erupted like a volcano reaching its critical point, all at once.
And it was irreversible.
"Kitahara-kun"
Yoshida Saki found the door unlocked and peered inside, looking at Kosuke who didn’t seem to notice her at all, calling out his na in a flustered tone.
"67, 68..."
Kitahara Kosuke had one hand behind his back, wearing tal rings that looked very painful to an ordinary person, and was doing push-ups with one hand at an extrely fast speed.
"Excuse , where did you get this thing?"
Yoshida Saki suddenly rembered sothing, held up the thing in her hand, and asked.
"70, 71..."
Completely imrsed in his training, Kitahara Kosuke ignored her.
"Kitahara-kun?"
"I’m busy right now, go out."
Kosuke didn’t stop his movents, his body suspended in mid-air, his voice low.
He really hated being disturbed when he was doing sothing.
"Okay..."
This was the first ti Yoshida Saki had seen Kosuke with such an expression, and she felt it was even more frightening than when they first t with Hayato-kun.
About half an hour later, Kitahara Kosuke, bare-chested, walked out of the room with a towel in his hand, wiping the sweat from his body.
And Yoshida Saki outside, after thinking for so long, had cald down a bit.
Being anxious wouldn’t help, she could only turn to the man in front of her for help.
"So, have you thought things through?"
Kitahara Kosuke casually picked up the received folder and asked indifferently.
If it were soone like Miss Kato, he would be more careful in his actions.
But as for Yoshida Saki, he didn’t even bother to explain to her why he had hired a private detective to investigate her father.
"Please, Kitahara-kun, I can only ask you for help now."
In front of Kosuke, Yoshida Saki unexpectedly knelt on the floor with her knees together, then slowly pressed her forehead to the ground, begging him in a dogeza posture.
For the Japanese, it was a solemn act of apology and entreaty, but it made Kosuke feel quite uncomfortable.
"Stand up, I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you."
Saying this, Kitahara Kosuke grasped her left hand, helping the girl stand up again.
"Thank you, Kitahara-kun! That’s great..."
Saki kept saying words of gratitude, leaning against Kosuke’s chest, while still wiping her reddened eyes with her hands.
She had really cried out of anxiety just now.
Stroking her hair, comforting the sad girl.
Kitahara Kosuke quickly changed his clothes, drank half a glass of water to replenish his fluids, then sat on the sofa, not intending to act imdiately.
"Don’t rush to thank , Saki. Because there’s no free lunch in this world."
Kitahara Kosuke, sitting upright, looked at the girl in front of him and said slowly with a serious expression.
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