Chapter 101: Old Man, I'll Just Park My Bike Right Outside Your Door!

The pleated skirts of the autumn and winter school uniforms were long, barely reaching the knees.

Walking along the road, the girls sensitive to the cold had already put on an inner layer beneath, along with thick cotton-lined stockings, making their calves appear rounder and fuller.

Of course, the bold, flashy girls still wore the same long socks as in summer. Their fair, slender legs, chilled to the bone, stood out conspicuously in the crowd.

Take Ms. Kiyosuzu, for example. The beauty-loving young lady, in the end, made things easier for Haruhi Haruno.

The short skirt was always ready to be lifted up; no one but the mischievous little boy could stop it. The long socks barely passing the knee only added a hint of playful charm.

Various sports equipment lay scattered in a dark corner, unlit, shrouded in blackness. The visible range extended only one or two meters ahead; beyond that, everything blurred.

Yet none of this posed any problem for Haruhi Haruno. The blonde beauty lay weakly on the ground, pressing her small hands firmly over her lips, trying hard to suppress any strange sounds from escaping.

Despite her efforts, in the confined space, even the faintest mosquito buzz seemed unusually seductive.

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After a moment, Haruhi lay on the yoga mat, breathing deeply and steadily.

Meanwhile, Ms. Kiyosuzu still seemed somewhat dazed.

Time passed quickly, yet it felt as if they had returned to that night not long ago—their current state much like then: relaxed and joyful, but physically uncomfortable.

Still, neither wanted to part, at least not for the time being.

“Youth is like this—casual and uninhibited, free and romantic, experiencing the purest love at the most innocent age.”

“Kiyosuzu, that’s beautifully put. I think it suits the two of us perfectly.”

A cold wind swept through the playground. The winter cherry blossoms in the courtyard had long since fallen, leaving the bare branches looking lonely and desolate—a true reflection of autumn’s reality.

The blonde beauty sat on a wooden bench; Haruhi lay across her enviably long legs, clad in smooth black stockings. She held a book titled *Love and Poetry*, written by some foreign author, basking in the gentle afternoon sunlight.

“Are you just sitting here with nothing better to do?” Kiyosuzu Meirong said lightly, also holding a rare book—a Chinese language textbook.

“Hmm? Why do you say that?”

Haruhi closed the thick book with a sound, revealing a few bright white teeth as she smiled.

“Kiyosuzu, do you know why your Chinese grades are poor?”

“Hm?” Kiyosuzu Meirong put down her book and looked curiously at the person resting on her beautiful legs. “Why?”

“Because you don’t know how to bluff!” Haruhi said matter-of-factly. “If only you could throw in some nonsense in your essays, you’d definitely get high marks.”

Seeing Kiyosuzu’s puzzled expression, Haruhi laughed and said, “Teachers don’t always know every famous quote themselves. Usually, if you write something profound-sounding, they’ll give you a high score just to keep up their image as knowledgeable. It’s psychology.”

Hearing this, Kiyosuzu gave him a speechless look but said nothing, as if somewhat accustomed to this idiot’s occasional foolishness. She picked up her textbook again and quietly resumed reading.

Haruhi grinned and refrained from disturbing the diligent young lady, turning back to *Love and Poetry*. Soon, the even sound of her breathing came from her legs.

Kiyosuzu sighed softly. The cold wind brushed against her exquisite face, chilling and bringing a slight shiver.

Even the normally reliable “Sun” brand little heater lost its effect today, hanging high and exposed in the clear sky with nothing to block it. The sunlight warmed only faintly, merely offering a slight comfort.

After helping Haruhi button up her coat, she quietly returned to her reading. It was strange—this peaceful, tranquil moment unfolding around a flashy girl.

Shouldn’t a flashy girl with a handsome boyfriend be rushing to karaoke or a couple’s hotel near school instead?

Why quietly sit on a bench reading and studying? It felt eerie.

With exams approaching, in the past, the young lady would never study or even open a book.

But now was different. She had a long-term plan. Although Haruhi’s studying was still poor, at least he could get into a decent university. Without the identity of the Kiyosuzu family’s young lady, she had no chance of attending university alongside Haruhi.

All these changes stemmed from one day.

After school, as usual, Kiyosuzu Meirong was buying groceries and preparing to cook when she saw a familiar car silhouette at the community gate.

A luxurious, extended black Honda quietly parked by the roadside, starkly out of place in the surroundings.

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Kiyosuzu Meirong glanced at it calmly and naturally intended to enter the community gate. But just as she reached the entrance, someone stopped her.

She recognized the person: Shizuka Gozen, the professional manager of Kiyosuzu Heavy Industries.

“Miss, please come with me,” the woman said with a gentle smile.

Kiyosuzu Meirong said nothing, expressionless, her eyes briefly flicking to the Honda with its dark windows and body, radiating an inexplicable aura of nobility and mystery.

Passersby glanced twice before hurrying away. The men in black suits looked formidable and not to be trifled with.

Many silently pitied Kiyosuzu Meirong, as if she had somehow offended a powerful figure.

“Please, Miss,” Shizuka said again, still unhurried. “The family head is waiting for you in the car.”

At this, Kiyosuzu moved, walking toward the community. This left Shizuka perplexed.

The seasoned businesswoman was caught in a dilemma—whether to intervene or not.

“Miss, wait! The family head is still in the car!”

Shizuka grew anxious but dared not reach out to stop the girl.

Kiyosuzu Meirong walked on as if nothing was happening, completely ignoring the group.

“Miss, Haruhi Haruno is also in the car.”

Finally, Shizuka said this with resignation. Without this information, the proud young lady might have simply ignored them and returned to her rented room.

Indeed, hearing this, Kiyosuzu stopped. Her usually calm eyes rippled with tension and worry, quickly turning to anger. She stared coldly at the manager, her delicate face growing icy enough to make Shizuka take two steps back, feeling a chill like biting winter cold sweep over her.

Kiyosuzu still said nothing and strode toward the Honda without hesitation.

She flung open the door and loudly declared:

“If anything happens to Haruhi Haruno, I swear I will—”

Her voice was loud, filled with uncontrollable fury. Yet before finishing, she froze. The accusatory words died in her throat, unable to be spoken.

Through the open door, she saw a handsome young man recklessly leaning over a small table, arm-wrestling someone???

Opposite him sat a middle-aged man in a suit. His hair, slicked back with wax, was black and styled into a classic pompadour. His tall, muscular frame looked even more perfect in the suit. The muscles on his arm made clear he was not to be trifled with.

His stern face bore a few wrinkles, veins faintly bulging at his temples, but his overall demeanor was remarkably spirited. His brows carried a resemblance to Kiyosuzu Meirong, suggesting he had once been a charismatic, admired figure in his youth.

He was the current head of the Kiyosuzu family—Kiyosuzu Fuhai!!!

A formidable man who ruled both the official and underworld realms!!!

“Kiyosuzu-san, you’re here!” Haruhi saw Kiyosuzu Meirong at the door and lowered his arm, giving his future father-in-law a graceful way out.

Kiyosuzu Fuhai understood immediately, laughing heartily: “Youth really has energy!”

He then secretly rubbed his wrist with a smiling, kindly gaze.

Seeing Haruhi was unharmed, Kiyosuzu Meirong sighed in relief but then glared fiercely at him, grabbing Haruhi’s arm to pull him out. “Come with me.”

However, despite the tugging, the young man remained unmoved.

“What are you doing?” Kiyosuzu turned, puzzled. “Just come. Why bother with that old man?”

“I don’t want to go. You keep pulling me away—when will you learn to control your temper? You’re so childish!”

Before Haruhi could speak, Kiyosuzu Fuhai interrupted with a cold expression, having withdrawn his earlier friendly smile.

“None of your business!” Kiyosuzu Meirong snapped back sharply, anger blazing in her eyes, though a hint of grievance lingered beneath her words.

Seeing this, Haruhi felt a pang of sympathy. Ignoring Kiyosuzu Meirong’s struggles, he forcibly lifted her back into the car.

“Kiyosuzu, after all this time, some things need to be made clear, or there will be endless troubles,” he whispered gently, calming her emotions.

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The young lady’s temper flared. She crossed her arms and leaned against the luxurious leather sofa, refusing to utter a word or even glance at the middle-aged man opposite her.

Kiyosuzu Meirong remained silent, and Kiyosuzu Fuhai did not speak first either. The romantic old man mirrored her posture exactly—both staring each other down in silence.

Only when Haruhi had comforted Kiyosuzu Meirong earlier did a flicker of relief flash in the old man’s eyes, though it was fleeting.

Haruhi glanced between the two and cursed inwardly:

Damn it! So you’re all tsundere, huh?!

Fine! If you want to stare each other down without speaking, so will I. Let’s see who breaks first!

[Current state of Kiyosuzu Meirong: Happy that Haruhi Haruno is safe (strong), happy to see Kiyosuzu Fuhai (strong), feeling wronged that Kiyosuzu Fuhai hasn’t sought her out for so long (strong).]

Twenty minutes earlier,

Just as Haruhi Haruno was happily heading to Kamigahara Convenience Store to start his part-time job,

a shadow appeared before him, blocking the way to victory.

“Miss Shizuka Gozen, I didn’t expect to see you here again. What is it this time? Are you here to enjoy some photos with me tonight?” Haruhi grinned, eyeing the stunning beauty, teasing.

At this, Shizuka visibly trembled, as if recalling some terrifying experience. But soon, her eyes filled with anger.

“The family head is in the car, inviting you for tea.” Shizuka took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“Again?” Haruhi sighed in exasperation. Why did these things always pop up just when he was preparing for his “battle,” stocked with supplies?

It was truly exasperating.

But there was no avoiding it. Kiyosuzu-san’s status was special. After all this time, it was about time to meet her future father-in-law.

Otherwise, the young lady might very well have returned home pregnant.

Old man, I’m parking my bike right outside your door!

Opening the car door, Kiyosuzu Fuhai was momentarily stunned upon seeing Haruhi’s appearance. He hadn’t expected someone so handsome to exist in the world—no wonder he had bewitched his daughter.

Truly, the young man’s looks and aura bore the mark of a bygone era.

[Charm: A gender-neutral attribute. One-time allocation, lifelong use, regardless of gender.]

First impressions matter. With a handsome appearance, people naturally get closer to you—be it men or women.

At first, Kiyosuzu Fuhai remained aloof, showing no warmth to the young man opposite.

His cold demeanor attempted to pressure Haruhi into submission.

But Haruhi remained calm and carefree, seemingly unaffected.

The car slowly started moving. The two inside were quiet. Haruhi felt he should say something, so he mustered courage and said:

“Wife’s father?”

His words nearly choked Kiyosuzu Fuhai. Are young people really this bold nowadays? Or is ignorance bliss?

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(The End of This Chapter)