Chapter 91: Hayami Rina’s Long-Term Considerations

Although Kitahara Chiki’s brows were tightly knitted, his lips slightly trembling, and his face full of an expression of being stuck in a dilemma and wavering with indecision—

Only he himself knew in his heart that at this moment, deep inside, he was already practically bursting with joy.

Sisters double pack, hehehe...

Casting his gaze toward Hayami Rina beside him, Kitahara revealed an unconcealable look of appreciation.

This woman satisfied him to the absolute extreme.

Whether it was her gentle and graceful temperament, her beautiful and moving appearance, or the unique charm of a mature woman that exuded from her every gesture, every single bit aligned with his wishes.

What’s more, she had even thoughtfully brought up such a tempting proposal—what more could a man possibly ask for!

Kitahara decided he would definitely reward her properly another day!

And upon seeing Kitahara nod in agreement, Hayami Rina was equally delighted.

After all, this plan was crucial to her; if it could be successfully realized, it would resolve her troubles and make everyone happy.

At this moment, Hayami Rina thought happily:

"Great! Now that Kitahara-kun has agreed, next we just need to handle my sister’s side. Mm, my sister’s side shouldn’t be much of a problem either—she has a soft personality and can’t resist persuasion..."

...

"Wow, this room is so pretty, I love it so much!"

Aya’s excited voice rang out from the children’s room. Hearing it, Kitahara and Hayami Rina exchanged a smile, holding hands as they walked over.

This was a room decorated full of childish delight, like something out of a fairy tale, every single detail emanating a lively and cheerful vibe.

The walls were bright and warm in color, adorned with many cute cartoon stickers and drawings.

The floor was covered with a soft, comfortable colored carpet; walking on it felt like strolling through a brilliant, colorful garden.

An exquisite wooden bed, a desk, as well as an equally small and delicate wardrobe and other custom-made furniture were set up nicely.

In a corner of the room was a children’s play area stocked with toys—there were multicolored building blocks, fluffy plush dolls, and more.

In short, whether viewed from its color palette or decorative arrangement, this room appeared extraordinarily exquisite, undoubtedly the most ideal little world in any child’s heart.

Unsurprisingly, Aya-chan fell in love with this place.

When Kitahara and Rina arrived at the doorway, Aya-chan was lying in a pile of toys, happily playing away.

Her shoes had been kicked off, and because she was wearing a dress, her gauze skirt draped down, leaving her tiny feet clad in white silk tights exposed completely without care.

Her cute little feet were as charming as exquisite works of art.

Her long, slender lower legs were kicked high up in the air, swinging rhythmically back and forth along with her cheerful mood, catching Kitahara’s attention.

The decorations and furniture in the room were already here previously—prepared by Hayami Rina and her late husband for their daughter.

The remaining small items, such as bedding, clothes, and toys, had been meticulously purchased by Hayami Rina over the past few days.

All just so her daughter would like it here.

Purchasing these things had cost quite a bit of money; with Kitahara’s financial backing, she had bought items of good quality that were priced a bit higher.

This was also one of the reasons why she felt indebted to Kitahara.

Kitahara had made life so good for her and her daughter.

"Kitahara-kun, tell me... would it be good if I had Aya-chan change her surname? Change it to take yours!" Hayami Rina suddenly spoke up.

"Hmm? Why do you bring this up out of nowhere, Rina-nee?"

Kitahara was quite puzzled.

At this time, the two were standing at the doorway, watching Aya-chan play happily inside the room, leaning against each other like a loving couple caring for their child.

Except the words they spoke proved that their relationship was far from ordinary.

"Naturally, it’s so Aya-chan can be even closer to you. Watanabe is already a thing of the past. Once changed to your surname, Aya-chan will slowly and completely forget about him as a father."

Hayami Rina explained the idea that had just popped into her head.

She wanted to completely forget her late husband, say goodbye to the past, and start a new life with Kitahara together with Aya-chan.

Hearing this, Kitahara Chiki pondered for a moment before declining:

"That’s not suitable, Rina-nee. Although the two of us are together, we haven’t registered or gotten legally married. Strictly speaking, we aren’t a legal couple, so it wouldn’t follow proper convention for Aya-chan to take my surname."

"Ah? It’s not allowed? I was thinking of having Aya-chan forget her father, after all... having the surname Watanabe always feels like a lack of respect to Kitahara-kun."

"That’s easy to handle—wouldn’t it be fine if she took your surname instead?"

"Right! How did I not think of that? That’s a great idea!"

Hayami Rina clapped her hands in delight.

Kitahara-kun was indeed a smart-brained author, coming up with such a wonderful solution right away.

Hayami Rina hadn’t considered this point before.

At this moment, she felt extremely happy.

Because Kitahara’s idea was simply too good—far better than what she had just thought of.

Having Aya-chan take her own surname would make many things easier to handle in the future.

After all, although Aya was only five or six years old now, children grew up very fast...

Hayami Rina was considering things long-term...

Her heart, too, was completely filled with Kitahara...

...

Seeing Aya-chan playing so engrossed, the two let her play on her own and went to check out the other rooms.

After Hayami Rina’s decorating efforts, this place was now vastly different from before, filled with much more warmth of daily life, ready for move-in at any time.

Many items had been added to the study—there were paper, pens, and other writing tools, various office supplies, a telephone installed, and several flourishing green potted plants.

The guest room needed no special mention.

In the master bedroom, a wide bed stood in the center of the room, upon which exquisite, gorgeous bedding had already been laid out.

This was by no means ordinary bedding.

Touching it gently, one could feel the fine fabric smooth as silk, extraordinarily comfortable.

Kitahara lay down to try it out—it was indeed very comfortable, and the bed was large enough that rolling around on it was no problem at all.

Let alone sleeping one person, even accommodating several people resting simultaneously was more than enough.

If Aya weren’t right next door, Kitahara would have wanted to ask Hayami Rina to lie down and try it out together with him.

Hayami Rina, however, wasn’t paying attention to the bed at this moment. Instead, taking graceful, light steps, she arrived beside the wardrobe on one side of the bedroom wall. Then she slowly opened the closet doors, revealing the neatly arranged clothes inside.

"Kitahara-kun, please... please look!" Hayami Rina’s voice carried an imperceptible trace of shyness.

Hearing her call, Kitahara, who was originally lying on the bed, lazily sat up.

At first, he didn’t pay much mind, but when he looked toward the wardrobe along the direction she pointed, he was filled with astonishment!

Hayami Rina stood in the dim light of the bedroom, her body clad in a sheer fishnet lingerie that clung to every curve. The fabric was so thin it was nearly transparent, the circles of her nipples visible through the lace, the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips.

Her long hair was let down, cascading over one shoulder, and her lips were painted a glossy red.

A faint blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck, and her breathing was already slightly uneven.

She stood with one hand resting on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly apart, her eyes fixed on Kitahara with a mixture of shyness and hunger.

Every inch of her seemed to invite him — the way the lace stretched across her breasts, the way the thong dug into her skin, the way her thighs pressed together as if trying to contain the heat building between them.

"Rina-nee, this is...?"

Kitahara asked in surprise.

"These are clothes I specially bought... intending to wear for Kitahara-kun to see. Kitahara-kun, do you want to see?"

Hayami Rina said, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment.