My girlfriend is actually myself.

Chapter 60 Evil Mother-in-Law Cosplayer

Miyoko Tsukimiya sent her messenger, Airi Asakura, to the Shiraishi residence to summon her. Airi was delighted to accept the mission and was pondering what topics she and Shiraishi should discuss on their way back when Miyoko Tsukimiya instructed her not to come back after delivering the message.

The tool pear was deeply saddened.

After Asakura Airi left, the room became quiet. Yukimiya Natsune and Miyoko lay side by side, sunbathing.

Natsumi Yukimiya observed the old woman's expression, pondering what she truly wanted.

Judging from the conversation just now, the old lady doesn't need her to imitate her granddaughter, nor does she want to possess her like Tsukimiya Aoi does.

So, what exactly is it that the old lady wants?

Why did she invite unrelated teenagers to come as well?

"I heard that in your original agreement with Aoi, there was a clause that you would pretend to be Ruri to keep me company," Miyoko suddenly said.

"Yes," Yukimiya Natsune replied.

"I don't need it. I can also help you get rid of the two days of 'obligatory daughtership' each week," Miyoko said.

Now it's time to state the real conditions. Yukimiya Natsune waits.

Miyoko continued to push her advantage: "I can give you half of the Tsukimiya family's assets. I own all of those assets; Aoi only owns a few small businesses."

This is truly remarkable; offering half of the industry in one go is far more generous than Tsukimiya Aoi's first draft of the treaty.

So, did that arrogant mother not actually have any control over her own business?

"What do I need to do?" Yukimiya Natsune asked. Putting aside the business, she would be much more relaxed if she didn't have to be a dutiful daughter.

"Wait for him to come over," Miyoko Tsukimiya said, hearing the engine sound downstairs. "Go next door first; I need to talk to him alone."

"Okay." Yukimiya Natsune pressed the wheelchair steering button and maneuvered the wheelchair away from the room.

"..." Miyoko Tsukimiya hesitated.

Shiraishi Shuo stepped into the entrance hall, walked upstairs, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Miyoko's voice rang out.

Upon entering the room, he saw Tsukimiya Miyoko for the first time and again.

Neither he nor the young girl could figure out what the old lady was thinking. Compared to the easy-to-understand Tsukimiya Aoi, the old lady was simply a mystery.

He walked to the recliner and looked around. There were no extra chairs in the bedroom, and the wheelchair had been driven away by the girl.

Fortunately, there were plenty of chairs next door.

The sound of the wheelchair motor came from outside the door. The door opened, and Yukimiya Natsumi put down the chair she was holding and maneuvered her wheelchair back to the next room.

Shiraishi Shuo moved a chair, placed it next to the old lady, and sat down.

Miyoko Tsukimiya looked at the chair and rubbed her forehead.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Saku Shiraishi".

"I heard you live near the Asakura house?"

"Not too close."

Where did you go to school?

"I don't remember kindergarten, but elementary and middle school were both in Mori no Oka."

The old lady asked a bunch of very ordinary questions, just like a typical family chat.

After asking these questions, she remained silent for a moment, then sat up from the recliner.

She looked at Shiraishi Saku. In front of Airi, she was kind and gentle; in front of the young girl, she was indifferent and aloof; and in front of Shiraishi Saku, she became cold and ruthless.

Those slightly cloudy eyes stared into Shiraishi Shuo's eyes.

Shiraishi Saku pondered whether the old lady was going to say one of those classic lines, such as "I'll give you a company and leave my granddaughter behind" or "Don't ever set foot in Tokyo again if you don't want to be chopped into mincemeat."

The clouds blocked the sun, and the room suddenly darkened. The old woman spoke, her voice hoarse.

"I told Xia Yin that if she wanted to inherit the Moon Palace family, she had to break up with you, and she agreed." The old lady's expression was very serious.

"..." Shiraishi Saku didn't know how to answer.

Do you think I wouldn't know whether I agreed or not?

You never mentioned breaking up with me!

Could it be a common trope in melodramatic TV dramas where the male and female leads are tricked into believing the other has given up on them, thus advancing the plot?

"You didn't have a single doubt?" the old lady sighed.

Do I doubt myself?

"Call her over," Miyoko continued.

Shiraishi Saku raised his hand and knocked on the wall, pretending to send a signal. A moment later, the girl in the wheelchair entered the room.

The old woman looked at the girl with a serious gaze and a solemn expression.

This atmosphere feels so familiar.

Sure enough, what followed was also very familiar.

The old woman said in a hoarse voice, "I told Baishi that if I broke up with you, I would give him ten million, and he agreed."

I never agreed, and you never said ten million!

Yukimiya Natsune blinked as she ate the snacks she'd snatched from next door.

"Are young people's relationships this strong these days?" Miyoko turned her head and asked Shiraishi Saku in surprise.

How would I know!

Miyoko chuckled twice, lay back on the recliner, reverting to her initial kind demeanor, and lazily yawned: "There's a coffee machine over there. I heard you make a really good one. Could you make me a cup?"

So what were you trying to achieve by saying those things just now?

Seeing how wicked mothers-in-law are on TV makes you want to cosplay them? Shiraishi Saku could understand that; he had tried it on his sister quite a few times.

The coffee machine on the bedroom cabinet was a different model from the one in the coffee shop. Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune studied it for a while before starting to operate it.

The coffee-making process was automated. Shiraishi Saku placed the cup down, watched it fill up, and handed it to Yukimiya Natsune.

Yukimiya Natsune maneuvered the wheelchair and delivered the coffee to the old lady.

"Where's my latte art?" the old lady asked, frowning at them.

There are quite a few requirements.

After Shiraishi Saku finished frothing the milk, he raised the milk pitcher, while Yukimiya Natsune held the coffee cup. Together with the milk pitcher, each person controlled one side, and they quickly completed the five-leaf tulip.

The coffee was served to Miyoko. The old lady took it, looked at the perfect tulip on the cup, and then looked up at them.

"Although I don't know latte art," she said in surprise, "this shouldn't be a skill that requires two people to perform, right?"

When my daughter Kui was practicing latte art, she often failed even when controlling it with both hands by herself. But now, the two people in front of me have actually completed the design by controlling one side each.

Is this reasonable?

Or is it that my stubborn daughter is too useless? Latte art is such a simple thing.

Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Anyone with hands can do it."

As expected, my daughter is too useless. The gold medal she bragged about for so long must have been bought.

As Miyoko sipped her coffee, she felt saddened and saddened by her daughter's self-deceptive behavior.

Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune sat separately, waiting for the old man to finish his coffee so they could discuss serious matters.

Miyoko drank half of it and put down her cup.

She looked at the two of them, her expression turning serious. This time, it was time to get down to business.

Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsumi perked up, and under their watchful eyes, the old lady miraculously stood up, supporting herself on the armrests of the recliner.

She stood up straight, brought her legs together, placed her hands in front of her, and bowed very formally.

"I want to ask you to help me fulfill Liuli's three wishes."