The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Chapter 111 Persuasion

Fortunately, the two sisters still managed to sit down and finish their dinner.

However, it was clear to almost everyone that they were not happy and were not convinced.

After the meal, only Mori Hayato and Kirihara Akira remained at the dining table.

Mori Hayato didn't seem to be in much interest either.

He suddenly asked, "Xiaojun, do you think I'm a good father?"

Kirihara Akira looked at him and said, "You can give me some more pocket money so I can say some nice things to you and coax you."

"...Just tell the truth," Mori Hayato said.

"My thought is that even if you're lying, it's still better than the lady telling them nothing at all."

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Kirihara Akira was honest and straightforward.

"It seems you harbor a lot of resentment towards my wife."

"You're the one who made me tell the truth." Kirihara Akatsuki stood up, preparing to leave.

Mori Hayato sighed, "Get some rest."

"Goodnight, Mr. Hayato." Kirihara Akira smiled and left without going back to his room.

Mori Kiyoha was waiting for him in the courtyard.

"Where is your sister?" Kirihara Akira asked.

"She went back to her room," Mori Kiyoha said. "She's in a bad mood."

I thought you would be a little more unhappy than her.

Mori Kiyoha looked somber and said, "I have no right to be more upset than her, because this is her domain. We made an agreement back then about what she would do and what I would do."

"So you feel like a fool, unable to help her share the burden," Kirihara Akira said.

"Yes." Mori Kiyoha was quite frank about this: "You're much more eloquent than I am, could you...?"

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"Before I go to see her, I need to comfort another girl who needs comforting." Kirihara Akira came to her side and took her hand.

Mori Kiyoha's face flushed instantly, the deep night unable to conceal the blush: "What are you doing! You pervert!"

Kirihara Akira switched to using two fingers, relying on her nails, to gently trace the back of her hand.

Mori Kiyoha tried her best to hold back, but finally couldn't help laughing out loud and dodged away: "What are you doing?!"

"I saw it online. It says that physical contact between people can release certain substances that can make you feel more relaxed."

"It's completely useless!" Mori Kiyoha was practically panting.

This guy actually used such a silly reason to hold my hand!

Kirihara Akira laughed nonchalantly, "Really useless?"

Mori Kiyoha paused for a moment, then realized something.

Whether or not it secretes any substances is meaningless; this guy is just amusing himself.

Mori Kiyoha said softly, "Thank you."

"Try saying thank you to me again?" Kirihara Akira feigned anger.

"Hmph." Mori Kiyoha took a step back and said, "Use your smooth talk to comfort my sister."

"Okay, okay." Kirihara Akira was gradually getting used to her coquettishness and walked towards Mori Shizue's room.

"And another thing," Mori Kiyoha suddenly shouted, "You're not allowed to act like a scoundrel towards her!"

Kirihara Akira arrived at Mori Shizue's door and knocked.

There was a five-second silence inside before a slow, hesitant reply came: "Who is it?"

"I am Kirihara Akira."

Some chaotic noises came from inside, as if Mori Shizue had knocked over something in her panic.

She said, "Wait a moment!"

Well, actually, Kirihara Akira's original intention was to invite her to the library... Kirihara Akira didn't make this clear, but since she could enter the young lady's private quarters, of course she had to go in and take a look!

After waiting for a full three minutes, Mori Shizue finally opened the door.

Her face flushed slightly as she said, "Please come in."

This little face made Kirihara Akira a bit embarrassed.

Kirihara Akira entered the room somewhat awkwardly.

He truly hadn't expected that he would enter Mori Shizue's room before Mori Kiyoha.

Miss Shizue's room perfectly embodies what it means to be a lady from a prominent family.

It is said that her room was rarely cleaned by servants, and she usually tidied it herself. If this is true, her cleanliness is something to be proud of.

Although the room was decorated in a Western style that didn't quite match the courtyard, it was meticulously maintained and could be said to have its own unique character.

Besides that, there are books.

The books, neatly bound and encased in book covers, almost filled every corner of the room except for the bed.

She truly loved books, to an extreme degree.

For Shizue Mori, falling asleep amidst the fragrance of books must have been such a fortunate thing.

Kirihara Akira said, "You don't look very happy."

Mori Shizue shook her head, sat back down at her desk, picked up the book she was reading, and showed it to Kirihara Akira.

"Those who have some knowledge of their country's past history... 'An Outline of National History,' written by Mr. Qian, Chinese version, and in simplified Chinese." Kirihara Akira was somewhat surprised.

"I've been learning Chinese from you for about half a year now, and I've started trying to read some original Chinese works," Mori Shizue said. "However, some of the traditional characters are too difficult to read, so I specially asked someone to buy me simplified Chinese versions."

"Akechi," Kirihara Akatsuki praised, "You won't have to learn to write 'The Melancholy Turtle' anymore."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Mori Shizue was taken aback.

Kirihara Akira grinned and said, "These characters have 51 strokes in simplified Chinese and 117 strokes in traditional Chinese."

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"Oh..." Mori Shizue understood. She said, "There are still some parts of this book that I don't quite understand. It's not that I don't recognize the words, it's just that their usage and combinations... um, maybe they're a bit old-fashioned?"

"Then let's spend some time discussing this book every day," Kirihara Akatsuki said. "But are you really alright?"

After a moment of silence, Mori Shizue said, "Actually, something's wrong."

"Oh dear," Kirihara Akatsuki said, "Actually, you might feel better if you argued with him."

"I don't know how to argue with people," Mori Shizue said. "Besides, arguing is useless. Parents never respect our opinions when making decisions."

Kirihara Akira said, "Whether it's useful or not, feeling better is better than anything else."

Mori Shizue remained silent, so Kirihara Akira continued, "You're still worried that he's sold you out."

"Hmm," Mori Shizue said sullenly.

Kirihara Akira wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how to start.

He recalled his conversation with Mori Hayato in the study before dinner.

What should he say? Should he say: "Your parents won't sell you to the underworld because they've already agreed to sell you to me?"

Isn't this just asking for a beating?!

Moreover, the core issue isn't who you sell to, but the word "sell" itself.

Mori Shizue shook her head, trying to pull herself together, and asked, "What did Father talk to you about in the study today?"

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"...That's a difficult question to answer."

Kirihara Akira paused for a moment, then said, "He said that Madam has largely accepted me as a member of this family, and that I can learn to do things that contribute to the family. It seems he wants to arrange for me to join the Mori family's business?"

"That's typical of him," said Mori Kiyoha.

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