"Because I accepted the paynt from you, Miss Nakajima."
Beichuan Si straightened up and stated his reason.
Hearing this, Nakajima Michika scratched her head again, her eyes filled with surprise, "Is that all?"
"What other reason do you need?" Beichuan Si walked to the stove, starting to prepare breakfast, "I complete tasks for which I’ve been paid, I do what I’ve promised, it’s as simple as that."
So might not understand why Beichuan Si needed to go this far for Nakajima Michika, but he had his reasons to do so, because it was a promise that should be fulfilled.
Of course, twenty million Japanese yen was just a bit, just a bit of a reason for Beichuan Si, but that really was just a bit.
To reiterate, Beichuan Si felt that re money was not enough to move him. He was doing this solely for his own commitnt and the sentintal bond with Qianye Yuki.
Nakajima Michika, watching Beichuan Si’s unfazed gaze, felt a flicker of emotion in her heart, her mouth moved, but she felt too embarrassed to voice any bla.
She knew Beichuan Si was looking out for her, but...
Thinking over it again, Nakajima Michika’s expression turned into a Salty Egg despondent face.
"Let’s eat." Beichuan Si brought out the plates, greeting her coldly.
Today, Beichuan Si hadn’t settled for the usual simple bread as usual; he had made a fishbone and kelp soup and prepared several side dishes.
After all, with a patient at ho, it didn’t seem right to only serve bread for breakfast.
"Delicious!"
Beichuan Huili was the sa old Salty Egg as always, with every other word being "delicious."
Fortunately, she knew to wash the dishes herself, otherwise, she’d be straying further and further away from the path of a Salty Egg.
After the al, Beichuan Si and Beichuan Huili left for class, leaving Nakajima Michika alone at ho.
"We’ll be taking our leave then, Miss Nakajima."
"Wish you a smooth journey."
Nakajima Michika waved to Beichuan Si as she said goodbye.
After watching them disappear around the street corner, Nakajima Michika hurried back ho and went to the spot where Beichuan Si had hung the willow switch.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Beichuan, even though I’m grateful for your care, I can’t waste your ti because of my own issues."
She muttered to herself, took a deep breath, took down the willow switch, and hid it in her room.
From Beichuan Huili and Beichuan Si, she could feel the warmth of their kindness, but it wasn’t sothing she was ready to accept at this ti.
Because—
Nakajima Michika’s phone rang, she saw the na on the screen, answered the call, and her voice imdiately turned cold:
"What do you want?"
"Michika, it’s ti for you to co back ho. I’ve let you roam free for two years now."
"Let roam free for two years?" Nakajima Michika took a deep breath and said slowly, "Well, I really should thank you then."
"Relying on the convenience of the consortium to trip up."
"Pressuring to sustain myself on instant noodles for a while."
"Staying at a friend’s house."
Her voice grew colder as she spoke, and in the end, it was bone-chillingly frosty.
"..."
After a lengthy silence, the other end of the phone finally sighed, "Michika, I know you hate , I understand why you hate , and I’ll even admit that as a singer you now have considerable influence, but what does that change? You are still a Nakajima."
"I live my life my way; the Nakajima family can’t affect ."
After saying this, Nakajima Michika hung up the call.
She looked up at the ceiling, her gaze distant: "It’s already such tis, saying more is futile, Father."
Thinking this, Nakajima Michika softly sang:
"March is nearly here, isn’t it?"
"The cherry blossoms are already in bloom."
"The sky is blue, how nice."
"Because the sky is blue... crying, isn’t that just silly?"
...
The next day, Nakajima Michika was woken up by a knocking sound.
As soon as she woke up, she instinctively felt for the willow switch hidden under the bed.
Satisfied to find the switch still there, she nodded contently, dressed herself in light pink sportswear, determined to convince Beichuan Si this ti.
In the end, it was because Beichuan Si had the willow switch in his hand that she was led by the nose yesterday. This ti, with the switch hidden away, she naturally had more leverage to negotiate with Beichuan Si.
She hadn’t even managed to step outside when Beichuan Si took out a willow switch identical to yesterday’s from beside the shoe cabinet.
"????" Nakajima Michika.
What was going on? Hadn’t she hidden it well? Why did Mr. Beichuan still have one?
Her puzzled look made Beichuan Si take a second glance at her, then he cracked the willow switch and replied:
"Soone seed to have hidden yesterday’s willow switch, but it doesn’t matter. I made a dozen or so the night before last, which the person secretly hiding the switch surely didn’t expect, right, Miss Nakajima?"
"Uh... right, right."
If you say so, it is so.
Nakajima Michika swallowed nervously, subconsciously touching her backside, a tinge of sorrow appearing on her downtrodden face.
She initially thought she’d be fine today; it seed the problem was still quite big.
She gave up struggling, after all, there were still more than a dozen willow switches in Beichuan Si’s possession, hiding more was useless compared to how many he had made.
Originally, she now entertained the idea of being resigned to fate, not intending to do what she couldn’t.
Once again, under the direction of Beichuan Si’s willow switch, she started to walk briskly.
Beichuan Si held the switch in his hand, following her closely.
Thirty minutes later, the two of them went ho to eat after one led and the other followed.
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