Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"What would you like to eat, Auntie? Roast pork, octopus bits, or fried noodles?"

"Actually, I think the fried noodles taste better. Shall I give you some on a plate?"

“No need!” Wang Yuehua raised her chin demurely. “I can do it myself.”

She reached for a small dish of fried octopus crumbs on the table, first picked up half a lemon and squeezed it hard, then pinched up a piece of golden, crispy octopus crumbs dipped in lemon juice and boldly put it into her mouth.

It's a bit like Kurusu's eating habits... This thought flashed through Jun Matsueda's mind.

The aunt took small bites, regaining her elegant demeanor. Her gaze continued to dart between the boy and her niece, as if she were still observing something.

"Is this how you usually eat?"

"How is it?" Mochizuki Haruka put down the bare wooden stick.

“That’s how it is—you take a bite from me, and I’ll eat your whole skewer.” The woman gestured with her lips.

"Shouldn't couples be more intimate? Like Xiaoyao and I were just feeding each other?"

“Of course I do.” Jun Matsue took a sip of water. “But in this situation, I usually sit in the spot where you are now, Auntie.”

"The table is so wide, it's not convenient to feed people sitting face to face."

"I want to see!" Wang Yuehua said without hesitation.

"Feed it to me now!"

Her tone was like that of a child throwing a tantrum to get a gift. The girl next to her shook her head helplessly, and the boy couldn't help but laugh.

"Then let's feed it—"

He picked up a bit of fried noodles with his chopsticks, rolled it up with vegetables, and presented it to Wangyue with his left hand underneath.

"..." Wang Yuehua stared intently at the boy's movements, as focused as an astronaut watching a satellite docking in space.

Mochizuki Haruka stretched out her gracefully shaped neck and moved closer to the boy's chopsticks. Her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her pink lips.

"Awoo..."

The flavorful stir-fried noodles fell into the girl's mouth, the tip of the chopsticks brushing against her soft lips. Wang Yueyao turned around, chewing as she looked at the woman beside her.

"Is this alright?" she mumbled.

"Mmm~" Auntie nodded.

Her satisfied expression was like that of someone who had just drunk a fine wine, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Seeing such a scene with my own eyes, I feel a bit nauseous."

Mochizuki glanced at the boy opposite her, a calm smile on his face.

“I think being called ‘Xiao Yao’ is a bit too cheesy…”

After lunch, they continued on their way. As the car drove out of the alleyway full of restaurants, Jun Matsueda, who was leaning against the car window, blinked unexpectedly.

"What are you looking at, Pine Branch?" Aunt's tone softened considerably.

"..." The boy looked out the window at the large building next to the station—the new National Theatre still looked grand and magnificent, with a very stylish design.

"Speaking of which, the new National Theatre is right next to Hatsudai Station..."

"So what?" the woman asked, puzzled.

"Songzhi and I read 'The Little Prince' here back then."

Sitting in the middle, Mochizuki Haruka took over the conversation, her tone somewhat nonchalant.

"I was heartbroken when Matsueda rejected me, so I just flew away from Tokyo."

"And then Haruka went on a trip, right?"

Wang Yuehua suddenly realized, and gritted her teeth as she looked at the boy on the other side of the back seat.

"Matsueda Jun! Look what you've done!"

"Never mind, never mind..." The girl covered her aunt's fierce face, turned her head and smiled at the boy.

"Anyway, I'm back now, right?"

Jun Matsueda's smile appeared clean, pleasant, and bright in the sunlight streaming into the car.

"Thank goodness you're back."

Chapter 802 The Moon House's "Nest"

The black sedan stopped next to the red-brick apartment building, beside the quietly flowing river.

Jun Matsue got off the car first as usual. He looked out of the sidewalk railing—the water level of the Meguro River had dropped considerably in winter compared to the last time he came, and it was shimmering with a layer of bright water under the afternoon sun.

Mochizuki Haruka got off the car with her aunt this time, and she yawned while holding the woman's arm.

"We've arrived?"

After lunch, she basked in the sunlight in the car, listening to the pine branches and her aunt chatting all the way, and the girl was already feeling sleepy.

"If you're going to sleep, you should go upstairs." Wang Yuehua patted her niece's cheek and looked at the handsome boy leaning against the railing, admiring the river.

"Don't stand there in the cold wind! Come upstairs!"

Taking the elevator straight to the fifth floor, and walking through the off-white corridor, Jun Matsuoka stopped in front of the door at the end and examined the brand-new, gleaming lock.

"Has the lock been changed?"

"We changed to a fingerprint lock because it's too troublesome to open the door with a key." His aunt walked to his side, and the two of them gently leaned their arms together.

After all, the Mochizuki family's mansion wasn't opened with a key, so they naturally found it troublesome.

The woman raised her hand and grasped the black doorknob, her thumb naturally pressing on the base of the handle. The metal security door immediately made an unlocking sound and was easily pushed open by her.

“It’s really convenient.” Jun Matsue took the hand of the girl who was leaning against the door and followed behind his aunt.

"Matsugi's fingerprints have also been recorded..." Mochizuki Haruka said vaguely, pressing against his arm.

"...When did this happen?"

Guess~

After closing the main door, Wang Yuehua first turned on the central air conditioning on the wall to let the warmth cover the room as quickly as possible.

The sound of light footsteps echoed in the dim space. She quickly crossed the living room and pulled back the tightly closed curtains on the balcony.

The room instantly lit up, and Mochizuki Haruka, standing in the entryway, squinted her eyes in dissatisfaction—her sleepiness vanished in an instant.

“It’s completely transformed.” Jun Matsue stood beside the girl, looking at the brightly lit space before them.

Although the view was partially blocked by the corridor walls, everything from the curtains and sofa to the carpet and coffee table had completely changed. Only the living room floor remained the same wood color, reflecting a warm, glazed texture in the sunlight.

"But it was brand new before..." The boy smiled and placed one hand on the shoe cabinet next to him.

Do you need to change your shoes?

"Not now." The girl tapped her little leather shoes on the floor.

"To make the renovation easier, the workers are allowed to come in without changing their shoes. Although there is cleaning afterwards, it is definitely not very clean."

"It's alright, I'm actually quite good at cleaning." Jun Matsueda waved his arm and walked into the living room, looking very energetic.

“You don’t need to clean now!” His aunt, who was standing in front of him, and the girl behind him said in unison.

Mochizuki Haruka walked past him and said, "The renovation isn't finished yet. It's going to get dirty anyway, so just leave it to the servants to clean up."

Wang Yuehua finished drawing the curtains, turned around and looked at the boy, "I brought Songzhi here today so you could take a look, not so you could do chores."

She and Xiaoyao haven't moved in yet—aside from taking care of the two of them, the son-in-law of the Wangyue family has no obligation to clean up after anyone!

“Okay.” Jun Matsue smiled and leaned down to press down on the large sofa against the wall.

"This sofa seems to be bigger and softer than the one that came with it?"

Watching her niece jump onto the sofa without any restraint, as if she were swimming, Wang Yuehua sat down next to her and patted the girl's leg.

“Xiaoyao and I usually like to lie down at home, so the old sofa wasn’t big enough or comfortable enough, so of course we had to replace it.”

"..." Why does it really feel like a family of three? Jun Matsue blinked.

"All the sofas, chairs, and beds are clean, and you can use the pine branches as you like..." Mochizuki Haruka said in a muffled voice, her face buried in the soft sofa.

The boy sat down on the other side of the girl and looked around the living room. When he last came, it was basically empty, but now there were shelves, a large TV, and a coffee table. It was clearly the beginning of a life there.

"The TV can be turned on," the woman beside him reminded him. "The TV and refrigerator are both ready to use."

"Hmm." Jun Matsueda's gaze drifted to one side of the living room again.

The open kitchen and the tall refrigerator were there. The previously empty countertop now had a knife rack and a spice rack. Although some bottles, jars and cups were missing, it was still quite well prepared.

"Isn't it almost finished with the renovations?" he said, looking at the women around him.

"It feels like we could move in right away with just our bags."

"More or less," Wang Yuehua replied lazily, and the temperature in the living room began to rise.

"After all, it's already been under renovation, and it's not a bare-bones apartment."

“It’s mainly the bedroom.” Mochizuki Haruka turned over and sat up on the sofa.

“We hadn’t finalized the bed order before, and the bedroom wasn’t really decorated.”

"Let's add some basic furniture to the bedroom first, and we'll talk about the specific arrangements after we move in." Wang Yuehua stood up and took off her coat.

"It's a bit hot—"

The woman's slender upper body, covered by a burgundy undershirt, was revealed again, and Jun Matsuoka blinked.

I hadn't noticed while we were sitting in the takoyaki shop, but my aunt was wearing shorts and long boots under her trench coat—

Her shorts hugged her waist and hips, and below that were knee-high boots. A section of her thigh was covered by black stockings, revealing her delicate flesh color. Her figure was incredibly graceful.

"Hmm..." Wang Yuehua looked around and threw her coat on the sofa.

"We also need to put a coat rack; let's see if we should put it in the living room or the entryway."

"So this house is still too small. I can't even make a walk-in closet," she complained, her tone carrying the air of a pampered socialite.

“Small things can be cozy too!” Mochizuki Haruka said, hugging the boy’s arm.

"Besides, this was originally my and Songzhi's little nest when we were in college. Why would we need such a big room if we were to leave another room for my aunt?"

"If Xiaoyao stays here often, am I supposed to live alone in the manor?" The woman pinched her cheek.

"I'll definitely come here often."

"If that doesn't work, Auntie can just buy the house next door too," the girl replied nonchalantly, grabbing the arm of the person next to her.

"Songzhi, go check on our bedroom first!"

“Okay—” Jun Matsuoka stood up with her.

Aunt shrugged and walked behind the two of them, her tall boots tapping the floor with a clear, resonant sound.

The hallway outside the living room has a bedroom on one side and a bathroom, toilet, and washroom on the other. The girl pushed open the first door on the left, and the boy followed her in. The scent of air freshener hit them.

The bedroom hadn't changed much, except the double bed had been redesigned. Mochizuki Haruka, as before, first drew back the curtains and then collapsed onto the bed.

"Mmm—" she groaned comfortably and reached out to the boy.

"Songzhi, you should try it too! The bed Auntie picked out looks pretty good!"

The woman walked into the room, one hand on the door frame, her raised chin carrying a hint of smugness.

"How could my judgment be bad!"

Under the girl's gaze, Jun Matsue climbed onto the bed and lay most of his body on it.

The white bed was wide and soft, bathed in the generous sunlight that streamed down, leaving a light, warm glow. The faint scent of Wang Yue's hair wafted from beside him. The boy turned over, gazing at the spotless ceiling before him.

"It's really comfortable." He stretched his body and yawned towards the sun.

"How was Wangyue chosen?"

"My aunt helped me choose it." Wang Yueyao thrashed around beside him, causing the thick, soft mattress to bounce.

"My only requirement is that it must be able to withstand a lot of stress."

"Resilient?" Jun Matsue quickly realized something.

He sat up in bed and looked at his aunt standing at the door.