And so.
When Hayato encountered Yukino Fuyumi again at the apartment entrance at nearly ten o'clock, which was late but not that late, he didn't say a word.
He pretended not to see her.
However, when a Wuling Hongguang charged at Hayato, tires screeching, Yukino Fuyumi pushed him away.
"Watch out!"
"…Damn." Hayato exhaled softly.
Fortunately, his Thousand-Pound Drop divine skill was in full swing, so he wasn't pushed to fall flat on his face in a hurry.
Hayato had already steadied himself.
But Yukino Fuyumi, in front of him, began to hesitate.
As a 'Snow Woman,' she certainly possessed supernatural abilities, but that didn't mean her perception and reactions could surpass ordinary people. In fact, apart from being able to rapidly freeze the air, Yukino Fuyumi's various aspects, including physical fitness, were almost identical to ordinary people, or even inferior to ordinary people…
When Yukino Fuyumi pushed Hayato away, and even when the Wuling Hongguang was about to hit her, she thought a lot in her heart.
"Should I use my ability to stop this car?"…
"If I stop it, will it hurt the driver inside?"…
"If the driver discovers she's the 'Snow Woman,' won't there be big trouble later?"…
"The driver probably didn't do it on purpose, so killing him just because I accidentally exposed my secret seems very immoral."…
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."…
"If I get hurt because of this, will that guy be sad?"…
By the time these thoughts flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, it was too late for Yukino Fuyumi to display her abilities again; the car's two headlights had already blinded her.
Yukino Fuyumi closed her eyes resignedly.
Then, with another "creak," the imagined pain did not appear on her body.
When she slowly opened her eyes, the truck had stopped about one or two meters in front of her, and its headlights had dimmed.
Under the streetlights, she saw the driver in the cab sticking her head out of the window, a rather sly smile on her lips.
"…Oh?"
She seemed to be sizing up Yukino Fuyumi, stroking her chin and muttering something: "So brave?"
Yukino Fuyumi blinked.
This woman's face was quite familiar; Yukino Fuyumi had seen her more than once.
If she remembered correctly…
She was the mistress of the house across the street.
Yukino Fuyumi understood immediately.
News like "premeditated murder," "murder for love," "affair exposed," and "original wife slays mistress" flooded her mind.
Facing the red-haired woman's blatant scrutiny, Yukino Fuyumi's throat felt dry, and her heart grew increasingly flustered.
Since the other party had stopped, with her ability, she could defeat the opponent in just one move.
However, she didn't dare.
To be precise, her guilty conscience prevented her from acting.
"I-I-I-I-I-I, I have nothing with Hayato, you-you-you-you-you-you don't misunderstand…" Yukino Fuyumi began to defend herself: "Even if you suspect something, you can come at me, no-no-no-don't…"
She hadn't finished speaking when the red-haired woman's smile became even more sinister, and the frequency of her fingers stroking her chin gradually increased. She only uttered one sound.
"…Oh? Is that so… Oh, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…"
"Get down here."
Due to her panic, Yukino Fuyumi didn't notice that Hayato had already passed her and walked towards the truck.
By the time she saw him, Hayato had already opened the car door, then twisted the ear of the veteran driver, who was Aiya Yayoi, and pulled her out of the car.
"Let go, let go… How can a boy twist a girl's ear…!" Aiya Yayoi protested with a wail.
She slapped Hayato's hand while trying to kick him with her foot.
"And no girl would drive a car to hit a boy," Hayato said faintly, not letting go even as his hand was subjected to a flurry of slaps.
"A girl just wanted to give a boy a little surprise, you know." Aiya Yayoi pleaded, "Let go, please let go…"
"I've never heard of such a surprise," Hayato said. "Besides, can you still call yourself a 'girl'?"
Calling herself a child at twenty-eight, it's unclear whether she's insulting twenty-eight-year-olds or children… As soon as Hayato finished speaking, he was met with a piercing gaze from the passenger seat.
Damn it, there was another girl… in the passenger seat.
And she was thirty-eight.
It was Miyajima Tsubaki.
"Miss Tsubaki…" Hayato quickly apologized with a smile: "I was only referring to Aiya Yayoi personally, I didn't mean you…"
Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes narrowed slightly.
She didn't pursue the matter much.
Miyajima Tsubaki sighed: "I also advised Miss Aiya Yayoi just now not to do such a dangerous thing rashly…"
"But you were clearly very excited just now when you heard this guy would show a scared expression!" Aiya Yayoi said.
"I was not," Miyajima Tsubaki said.
"You were!" Aiya Yayoi said.
"I was not."
"You were… Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, alright, alright, I wasn't, I wasn't." Aiya Yayoi quickly begged for mercy: "Hey, you! You stinky brat, you're biased… New blood replaces the old… Ow, alright, alright, I was wrong, I was wrong…"
After Aiya Yayoi was completely pulled out of the car by Hayato, Miyajima Tsubaki also got out.
After being discharged from the hospital, this lady was not wearing the previous T-shirt and jeans, but had changed into a well-fitting kimono, exuding a serene aura of an ancient beauty from before the Meiji Restoration.
As Aiya Yayoi stood reluctantly beside Hayato, her ear still being twisted, Miyajima Tsubaki walked up to him and bowed.
"Thank you very much for your care these past few days, Hayato-kun. I am deeply grateful."
Although she had some reservations about this young man's conduct and… what he did to her, Miyajima Tsubaki also understood his great flaw… no, his great kindness, which is why she specifically asked Aiya Yayoi to bring her here to thank him formally.
"The Miyajima family will never forget Hayato-kun's kindness to the Miyajima family. If Hayato-kun ever needs the Miyajima family in the future, the Miyajima family's descendants will never refuse…" Miyajima Tsubaki said with her eyes closed.
"You're welcome…" Hayato said with a light chuckle. At this moment, Aiya Yayoi was still kicking his calf sideways, repeatedly saying, "Let go, let go."
"Sakura also expressed her willingness to let Hayato-kun command her at will, to repay his great kindness," Miyajima Tsubaki said, pursing her lips. Hayato was about to say, "No need, no need…" when he saw Miyajima Tsubaki's expression change, and she looked towards Yukino Fuyumi, who was staring blankly at everything.
"Just for my daughter's sake, please allow me to ask one more question, who is this young lady?"
Miyajima Tsubaki's gaze was sharp.
Last night, Miyajima Tsubaki tossed and turned dozens of times without sleeping.
Finally, she came to the conclusion that whether as Miyajima Tsubaki or 'Sawamura Airiri,' she couldn't criticize Hayato's private life.
But as Miyajima Sakura's mother, it was different.
If you're with my daughter, then as your mother-in-law, don't I have the right to discipline you?!
For, for "my daughter's" happiness, guiding the direction of your future life, isn't that natural!?
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