Nakajima Michika, as an artist, definitely had no issues in interpersonal interactions.
But it had been too long since she last t her parents—what expression should she use, what should she do?
As she fretted, the voice of Beichuan Si rang out again,
"It’s just eting your parents, Miss Nakajima—you can act as you usually do. You are nervous now, and that’s normal, but you also have to think, your parents might be even more nervous than you."
"My parents, nervous? How could that be?"
Nakajima Michika was at a loss.
In her mories, her father and mother always appeared serious yet kind. As the leaders of the Nakajima family, they constantly faced crises unflinchingly—it would be too hard to make those two nervous.
"Miss Nakajima, it has been five years since you last t your parents."
"I..."
Nakajima Michika had left university at nineteen to pursue her love for music, debuted at twenty-two, and reached the pinnacle of her singing career at twenty-three.
She was now twenty-four.
"Five years might have changed sothing," Beichuan Si didn’t let Nakajima Michika be too optimistic nor too pessimistic.
"I understand."
Nakajima Michika took a deep breath, then softly thanked him, "Thank you, Beichuan. Really... for always taking care of ."
She knew that this young man, who seldom showed emotional fluctuations, had also done a lot for her.
Being able to reignite her hope for life now was largely thanks to Beichuan Si and—
Nakajima Michika looked at Dubian Kyoko floating in the air, her gaze growing softer.
Dubian Kyoko had been cheering her on during this period, and her desire for life had also reached Nakajima Michika’s heart.
Beichuan Si had said, when the ti was right, he would allow Dubian Kyoko to re-enter her body.
At that ti... she must give thanks properly.
Unknowingly, she had incurred many debts of gratitude—
"It’s fine." Beichuan Si waved his hand dismissively, his expression unchanged, "You don’t need to thank ."
"Beichuan..." Nakajima Michika was moved.
"You’ve already paid ," Beichuan Si added.
"Beichuan!!!!!"
Nakajima Michika exploded.
While she was subrged in her emotions, Beichuan Si’s remark caught her off guard, dissipating her moved feelings.
She looked at Beichuan Si, annoyed and angry, and was about to say sothing when she heard him ask,
"Are you still nervous?"
"..." Nakajima Michika.
After Beichuan Si’s intervention, she indeed felt much clearer and not as nervous as before.
But... was it intentional of Beichuan Si?
Nakajima Michika sneaked a glance at Beichuan Si’s expression.
Could such a straightforward man really be that scheming? Probably not.
Then if it wasn’t intentional...
Nakajima Michika’s thoughts were in turmoil.
As she was going back and forth in her thoughts, the doorbell rang.
The Nakajima couple had arrived.
Beichuan Si first signalled to Beichuan Huili to tidy up the clothes Nakajima Michika had scattered on the couch before having Nakajima Michika and Qianye Yuki get ready, then rose to open the door.
Two people stood outside.
A man and a woman.
The middle-aged man was dressed in simple casual clothes, his hair neatly combed, yet even so, it couldn’t hide so of his graying hair. At his side, a middle-aged woman gently rested her hand on his elbow, her deanor kind, also dressed casually.
This couple would give the impression of an ordinary middle-aged couple anywhere they went.
The usual group of black-suited bodyguards and the elongated black business car were absent.
Beichuan Si also sensed it.
The bodyguards outside had vanished at so point.
aning, this couple had truly co unprotected, all the way here.
"I am Nakajima Hiroto, and this is my wife, Nakajima Reni."
Nakajima Hiroto politely introduced himself to Beichuan Si with a nod.
"I am Beichuan Si, please co in," Beichuan Si stepped aside.
"Thank you for having us, Mr. Beichuan," Nakajima Reni spoke kindly.
"Miss Nakajima has been waiting for both of you for a long ti, please co in."
Mr. Nakajima and Nakajima Reni exchanged glances, following behind to Beichuan Si.
They changed their shoes and entered the living room.
Nakajima Michika had been watching Mr. Nakajima and Nakajima Reni all along.
They had aged.
Truly aged.
Previously, her father’s back had always been straight, and her mother’s eyes used to be much brighter than now.
But now it was different.
Without needing to observe closely, the changes in Mr. Nakajima and Nakajima Reni were evident to the naked eye.
What had she ant to say?
Was it to greet them or inquire about recent activities?
Nakajima Michika had forgotten.
After five years without seeing Mr. Nakajima and Nakajima Reni, she found herself unable to utter a single word.
Mr. Nakajima’s face was tight, his gaze lingered on Nakajima Michika’s face for a long while, his hands clenching and then relaxing.
His expression remained stiff, yet he seed to relax a bit,
"...you don’t seem to be in much trouble."
After saying this, Mr. Nakajima turned his face away, seemingly embarrassed.
"Dad..." Nakajima Michika’s body trembled slightly.
"Michika." Nakajima Reni took a deep breath.
She was not awkward like Mr. Nakajima, but without saying another word, she walked over and hugged Nakajima Michika tightly,
"How have you been doing recently? It’s just the beginning of spring, why are you wearing so little?"
"Miss Ying told you were sick, you must follow the doctor’s orders, understand?"
She rambled on and on, and as she spoke, Nakajima Reni started crying.
She was one of the helms of Nakajima Conglorate.
But she was also Nakajima Michika’s mother.
Unlike Mr. Nakajima, who remained silent after learning of her acute leukemia and quietly arranged for soone to help find a suitable bone marrow donor,
Nakajima Reni had hardly slept for two months after learning of her daughter’s acute leukemia.
Her entire heart clenched, and now seeing Nakajima Michika being able to speak and move, she finally let down the heart she had been holding.
She didn’t imdiately pressure Nakajima Michika to return ho and take over the family business, nor did she discredit her daughter’s dreams.
They ca only because they were concerned about Nakajima Michika’s illness.
Watching mother and daughter cry together, Mr. Nakajima sighed.
There was confusion on his middle-aged face.
Was his long-standing approach wrong?
Forcing Michika, using Nakajima Conglorate’s financial power to pressurize her living environnt, hoping she would return.
Was that really an error?
If he had used Nakajima Conglorate’s resources to pave the way for Michika’s dreams from the start, could the situation have been different?
He sighed again.
"Mr. Beichuan, shall we talk outside?"
Mr. Nakajima indicated a small cottage.
"Alright."
As Nakajima Michika and Nakajima Reni were still crying, and it seed it would not end soon, going out to talk with Mr. Nakajima might also be a good decision.
The two n left the scene and walked to the small cottage.
"Mr. Beichuan, I apologize for always troubling you to take care of Michika."
Mr. Nakajima stood and expressed his gratitude.
"I accepted Miss Nakajima’s compensation, so naturally, I am responsible for her, hence Mr. Nakajima need not thank ."
Mr. Nakajima waved his hand, "It’s not that... I want to thank you because you have always been quietly helping Michika. Such a kindness cannot be repaid rely with money, Michika sees this more clearly than I do."
"Did Miss Ying tell Mr. Nakajima this?" Beichuan Si asked in return.
"Also because of this, I ca to know that Michika has always been under your care..."
Mr. Nakajima rubbed his nose, his eyes watering, nose tingling.
"She hasn’t had any mishaps until now... it looks like there is no problem... that’s truly great."
Truly... so great.
Mr. Nakajima gazed at the early spring sky, thinking so in his heart.
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