Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Just like her niece… Jun Matsue hugged Mochizuki tighter in his arms, “Haruka should remember, right?”

“I remember.” Mochizuki Haruka leaned against the boy’s chest, picked up “The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya” and turned another page.

"It was the night that Songzhi advised me not to apply to Tokyo University, the night my aunt came to the apartment to find you and we ate together."

"That happened a long time ago." The woman closed the file in front of her and opened a new one.

"Besides, fried rice requires no skill, so it's not allowed at lunchtime!"

"If there are three of us... we should at least have four dishes and a soup."

"Then I need to think about what to burn..." Jun Matsue gently rocked his lover as he hugged him.

"If we're having fried chicken for Christmas, then we'll have to have karaage chicken nuggets, right?"

Mochizuki Haruka nodded as she turned the pages, then nuzzled the boy's cheek against her shoulder.

"The cake has already been made in advance, so let Songzhi handle the fried chicken."

“Then there are three dishes and a soup…” Jun Matsue looked at his aunt beside him.

"Auntie, is there anything you'd like to eat? You mentioned last time that you wanted me to make spicy hot pot, right?"

“Last time was last time, not now.” Wang Yuehua waved her hand.

"Anyway, I want a light dish, not too much meat, and not too much oil or strong seasonings."

"Got it~" Jun Matsueda snapped his fingers. "What does Haruka want to eat?"

His outstretched hand was bitten by the girl's open mouth—it seemed Mochizuki wanted to eat someone.

"Mixed rice porridge..." Mochizuki Haruka mumbled, her fingers dangling from his mouth.

"Mixed rice porridge?" The woman put down her work and turned to look at her. "Isn't this not suitable as a main meal?"

"Why not?" the girl protested, sucking on her finger.

"Then burn it!" Auntie quickly changed her mind.

Jun Matsue gently withdrew his finger and smeared the saliva on the girl's face.

"Or I can make something similar for Xiaoyao—with ingredients similar to mixed rice porridge, including mushrooms and chicken."

"Okay~" The clean-loving young lady nodded.

She didn't seem to mind having her own saliva on her face, perhaps because she was already used to having other things smeared on her...

"Then the four dishes and one soup are pretty much decided..." The boy stretched and looked at the computer screen next to him.

"Auntie, is this data entered incorrectly?" He leaned closer to the woman. "It's different from the column in your report just now."

Wang Yuehua first opened the file she had put away and glanced at it before turning to look at the person beside her—her charming eyes were full of surprise.

Were you just looking at my files?

"...Can't I look?" Jun Matsueda blinked. "I only glanced at it a few times."

"You can memorize it after just a few glances?"

Mochizuki Haruka put down the book in her hand. "Matsue can memorize all the styles and colors of underwear just by glancing at my wardrobe."

“…What kind of example is this?” The boy tapped her on the head.

Although she had heard about it from her niece before, the woman was still somewhat skeptical. She pointed to the blank space on the computer screen that she hadn't filled in yet—

Before she could even ask a question, Jun Matsue fluently recited a string of numbers, and she herself had to look at the report again to confirm that what the boy said was completely correct.

"..." Wang Yuehua's eyes flickered.

"Matsue, perhaps you were born to be a secretary!"

“We’ll have to wait until university to talk about that.” Jun Matsue tapped his forehead with his middle finger.

"My brain is working at full capacity to prepare for the University of Tokyo exam, and now it's a bit overloaded."

After finishing his aunt's work ahead of schedule, forty minutes later, the boy pushed open the kitchen door—the two children from the Wangyue family were following behind him.

“What a huge kitchen…” Jun Matsue exclaimed, picking up an apron that someone had left there beforehand.

"If they don't tell me, it feels more like the kitchen of a Michelin-starred restaurant."

"Now you're the head chef!" Wang Yuehua patted his shoulder and stretched out his arm to show off the various ingredients lying on the long table.

"The ingredients I prepared in advance according to your request—eggs, mushrooms, celery, and shrimp..." Auntie read a few more times before getting tired of reading more.

"It all depends on how you do. Do you want to hire a couple of servants to help you?"

Mochizuki Haruka frowned slightly, "I can help without them!"

"It's just four dishes and a soup." The boy, wearing an apron, rolled up his sleeves. "I can manage."

All the ingredients had been washed, and Jun Matsueda picked up the cleaver—

The sound of chopping vegetables echoed from the cutting board, first the wet tomatoes being chopped, then the crisp celery being cut into sections, while the sounds of processing chicken and shrimp were somewhat indistinct and delicate...

The women of the Wangyue family did not make a move. Wangyue Hua stood behind her niece, holding her and watching intently.

The aunt stared intently at the boy's muscular forearms, revealed by his rolled-up sleeves—the previously unremarkable muscle lines rippled with each swift movement of his knife, creating a gentle contrast with his apron.

"What Xiaoyao said before seems to be right..." The woman nodded silently.

"Suits don't really look that good—even an apron would be better!"

Mochizuki Haruka grasped her aunt's hand that was resting on her shoulder. "How about... I secretly take a picture of Matsugi wearing a naked apron and show it to you, Auntie?"

Wang Yuehua blushed and waved her hand, pretending to be dismissive.

"I don't care! No matter how good-looking he is, he's just a little boy at heart!"

The sound of chopping vegetables echoing in the kitchen stopped, and Jun Matsueda looked up.

What are you talking about?

"It's nothing!" The woman's voice was a little louder than before. "Xiaoyao is hungry. When can we eat?"

Half an hour later, Jun Matsue, having taken off his apron, presented the garlic-flavored mushroom and chicken dish to the table, wiping the fine sweat from his forehead.

"Dinner is ready."

On the table were the four dishes and one soup requested by the aunt and niece: karaage chicken, stir-fried shrimp with celery, stir-fried chicken with garlic mushrooms, Christmas "wreath" ham and vegetable salad, and Chinese hot and sour soup.

Mochizuki Haruka, who was sitting at the table, stood up and kissed the boy's sweaty cheek without hesitation.

"Thank you for your hard work, Pine Branch!"

"It wasn't much more troublesome than usual." Jun Matsue smiled and looked at the beautiful woman on the other side.

Wang Yuehua's gaze softened considerably, but she still stubbornly rolled her eyes at him.

"What? You want me to kiss you too, right?"

"..." The boy made a gesture as if opening a champagne bottle. "I wanted to ask Auntie if she would like something to drink."

Soon a maid brought red wine, and Matsueda Jun sat down next to Mochizuki Haruka, while the girl's aunt sat on the other side.

The dining table on the second floor wasn't large, but it was just big enough to hold four dishes and a soup, along with a strawberry cake in the center. Before picking up his soda, the boy first examined the design on the cake.

"...Is this a painting of the Mochizuki family?"

“That’s right.” Mochizuki Haruka pointed vaguely at the chocolate pattern on the cake.

"This is the mansion, next to a pond, and behind a pine forest—my aunt and I drew it ourselves!"

Matsueda Jun looked at the three tiny figures standing above the mansion. The tall, imposing boy in the middle seemed to be him, while the two long-haired tiny figures on either side were Mochizuki and his aunt.

“But why is there a tombstone painted by this pond…” He looked up.

"Why are you asking so many questions!" Wang Yuehua said guiltily, raising her wine glass.

"Hurry up—you have to say that before we eat!"

Mochizuki Haruka shook her head and raised her wine glass, as if she felt helpless about her aunt's childishness.

Junya Matsueda raised his soda and naturally clinked it against theirs, then smiled and spoke—

The three voices collided in mid-air, blending into a wave of joy that spread outwards.

"Merry Christmas!"

He knew he would like the Mochizuki family.

Chapter 826 On the sunlit platform, I encountered her in white.

Leaning against the window in the back seat of the black sedan, watching the classic mansion in the rearview mirror gradually sink below the horizon, Jun Matsue felt inexplicably empty.

What is Mr. Songzhi thinking?

The boy leaned closer to the driver—the maid in the driver's seat smiled at him through the rearview mirror.

"It's nothing." He glanced at the large suit bag on his lap.

"I realize I seem to like the Mochizuki family a little too much—even though I haven't officially joined yet, I already feel a sense of loss as soon as I leave."

“After all, Ms. Hua and Ms. Yao are both very charming people,” the maid nodded in agreement.

"Moreover, Mr. Matsueda has long been a member of the Mochizuki family—we servants who are responsible for his daily life are required to know you, respect you, and serve you."

Jun Matsue smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"That's not true." The woman shook her head as she turned the steering wheel.

"Thanks to Mr. Pine Branch, all the servants working at the mansion received Christmas gifts today."

The boy's smile was somewhat faint this time. He turned his head and looked at his semi-transparent reflection in the car window.

Matsueda Jun felt a strange pang of heartache...

Does this mean he's starting to integrate into the identity of "a man of the Mochizuki family"?

As the outlines of the buildings on the outskirts of Mitaka City gradually appeared on the road ahead of the car, the maid spoke respectfully again.

"Ms. Hua only allows me to take you home. If Mr. Songzhi has other arrangements, please do as you wish."

“No problem.” Jun Matsueda picked up his suit bag from his lap. “I was planning to go home anyway.”

It's obvious that his aunt wouldn't want him to ride in the Wangyue family's car to meet other girls.

Two minutes later, the black sedan stopped on the side of a small road outside the Mitakadai housing complex. Jun Matsueda got out of the car, turned around, and nodded his thanks.

Carrying a heavy, large storage bag, the boy walked into the apartment building and glanced at the time on the stairs.

11:52.

Lunch at the Wangyue family was served promptly at 11:00 AM. He and the women of the Wangyue family ate for half an hour after he had prepared a table full of dishes.

After dinner, both Mochizuki Haruka and her aunt had a flushed, intoxicating blush from the alcohol and the warmth of the meal. The boy chatted with them for a while before leaving Mochizuki's house.

With just over an hour to go before his agreed meeting time with Tomatsu, Jun Matsueda quickened his pace and climbed the stairs to the fifth floor.

Go home, take a shower, change your clothes, grab the gift for Yuka, and head to Hamadayama Station to meet the girl—an hour is more than enough time.

Pushing open the door to 507, the boy quickly walked into the bedroom and put down his bag. By the time he entered the bathroom, he had almost taken off all his clothes.

Take a few minutes to take a quick shower, then find another set of clothes to wear underneath, spray some air freshener on the down jacket—Matsueda Jun put on the jacket and stuffed the long gift box on the table into the inner pocket of the down jacket.

Finally, after looking in the mirror and smelling his own fresh scent, the boy picked up his phone and prepared to leave.

Mochizuki and Tomatsu both sent him messages while he was taking a shower. Matsueda Jun thought for a moment and then clicked on the cute and adorable rabbit avatar.

"I've already eaten and gotten dressed, now I'm ready to go!"

Normally, girls would send photos after saying something like that, but not today—it must be to create a surprise when they meet. The boy smiled.

"No rush, I'm just about to leave from home, I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

"Okay~" Tomatsu Tomohana sent a cute bunny with hearts floating around it, "See you later~"

At 12:15... Jun Matsue glanced at the time in the upper left corner of the screen.

After making sure he hadn't forgotten anything, the boy pushed open the apartment door again—he glanced back at the quiet living room.

I wonder how many times I'll have to go in and out today...

While going down the stairs, Jun Matsue clicked on the black cat avatar in his chat list again.

Wangyue sent a picture; she herself wasn't shown, but her aunt was sunbathing on the terrace.