20demayo Chapter 143 Caught holding hands by parents, what to do?
Chapter 143 Caught holding hands by parents, what to do?
Yukimura raised an eyebrow, pinched her hard again, and then released her grip. "Still acting?"
"I'm not acting anymore, I'm not acting anymore." Wang Yueling grabbed his hand, pleading with a wronged expression, "It's definitely bruised."
"Serves you right." Yukimura said calmly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up. He tried to pull his hand back, but Mochizuki Ryo held it tightly.
"Let go."
"I won't let go, I won't let go."
Wang Yueling shook her head vigorously, her bright blue eyes glistening like a bullied dog. "I'll tell you the truth, okay?"
"I've already made arrangements with Hyotei. There's no need for me to worry about anything."
Looking at Yukimura's smile, the slight grievance in his heart instantly vanished. His tone was earnest yet slightly ingratiating, "Tomorrow is Hyotei's school selection tournament. The morning matches are all between substitutes, so there's not much to see. I'll come with you for your rehabilitation training tomorrow morning. I'll just go and watch the last two selection matches in the afternoon."
"It won't cause any delays at all."
He paused, gently squeezed Yukimura's hand, and continued:
"Besides, I'm just an acting coach, not the head coach. Hyotei has Coach Sakaki and Atobe in charge, so nothing bad will happen. That Atobe guy is much more reliable than me."
"and……"
Mochizuki Ryo leaned closer to Yukimura, her azure eyes full of laughter. "How can those people from Hyotei compare to our Seiichi? Watching their boring matches is nothing compared to helping the wise and mighty Son of God with his rehabilitation training."
He spoke sincerely, his eyes filled with undisguised affection, making no attempt to hide his concern for Yukimura.
Upon hearing his words, Yukimura's expression softened considerably. He gently tried to pull his hand away but couldn't, so he let him hold it.
Wang Yueling secretly glanced at him and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was no longer angry.
It really hurt when Yukimura pinched him, but after the pain subsided, he realized that Yukimura had pinched the soft flesh on his side, not his lower back. A pinch on the lower back can hurt for a long time, but the side of his waist was okay; it hurt, but it passed quickly.
Seiichi still held back.
If he were truly angry, he wouldn't have chosen this place.
As Wang Yueling thought about this, the corners of her mouth slowly turned up. Sure enough, she was different in Yukimura's heart.
He wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but no sound came out...
The sound of a door lock turning came from the entrance hall.
"I'm back," came Masaya Yukimura's voice.
Yukimura was startled and instinctively tried to pull his hand back. But Mochizuki Ryo was holding it too tightly, and he couldn't pull it out.
Yukimura Masaya changed his shoes and walked into the living room. His gaze first fell on his son, then on Mochizuki Ryo, and finally on the two of them holding hands.
The air froze for about two seconds.
Yukimura Masaya coughed softly.
The cough wasn't loud, but its meaning was clear.
Mochizuki Ryo and Yukimura turned their heads at the same time.
Upon seeing Masaya Yukimura, Yukimura's face instantly turned red, and with a forceful pull, he finally managed to withdraw his hand.
He lowered his head, pretending to straighten his clothes, but his ears were so red they seemed about to bleed. He cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence, "Dad, why are you back?"
Wang Yueling's heart skipped a beat. Her hand remained clenched, suspended in mid-air, unsure whether to retract it or not.
He slowly lowered his hands and placed them on his knees. Feeling a little embarrassed, he sat up straight and bowed slightly to Yukimura Masaya.
"Uncle." His voice was so obedient that even he himself felt unfamiliar with it.
Yukimura Masaya nodded, his gaze lingering subtly on Mochizuki Ryo for several seconds before turning to his son.
His gaze was complex, carrying a hint of scrutiny and a subtle... resentment.
It's like your own carefully cultivated cabbage, which you've raised for over a decade, suddenly being targeted by a pig that appears out of nowhere.
Although this pig is a golden pig with a high gold content, it is still a pig after all.
Wang Yueling felt a slight tension in her back as he stared at her, but she maintained a polite smile, her back straight, and her hands on her knees.
His posture was as upright as if he were attending a job interview.
"I came back to get a document; I need it for the meeting this afternoon."
Yukimura Masaya looked away, walked to the sofa, took two tickets from his briefcase, and handed them to Yukimura, his tone softening slightly: "These are for you. I asked someone to get them so you wouldn't be bored at home."
Yukimura took the ticket and glanced down at it. It was a touring exhibition by a renowned international art collector from France. The ticket was exquisitely designed, featuring Monet's "Water Lilies."
That master was not only a collector, but also a famous Impressionist painter.
His representative works are characterized by bold colors and exquisite composition. He had seen the paintings in the catalog many times and always wanted to see the originals in person.
"This must be hard to get." Yukimura flipped the ticket over; the back had the exhibition hall's address and dates printed on it.
"It's alright." Yukimura Masaya casually tidied his briefcase. "I happen to know someone from the organizers, so I kept two."
He said this casually, but Yukimura knew that his father was never the type to ask for favors. These two tickets were specifically for him.
I was worried he'd be bored at home recovering from his illness, so I got him two tickets to an art exhibition so he could get some fresh air.
Yukimura held the ticket in his hand, his fingertips tracing the gold foil patterns on the edge of the ticket.
"Thank you, Dad."
Wang Yueling, shamelessly leaning closer, practically pressed his head against Yukimura's shoulder, staring intently at the tickets. "Wow, a collection exhibition of French artists' treasures! I heard there are many original works by famous painters this time! The tickets are super hard to get, Uncle really went to great lengths!"
"Hmm." Yukimura Masaya's lips twitched as he watched the obsequious manner. Turning to walk towards the study, he glared at Mochizuki Ryo as he passed by.
Wang Yueling touched her nose, looking completely innocent.
Family, Yukimura was caught red-handed by his dad while he was secretly holding his hand. What should we do to resolve this situation?
Sigh, I'm thick-skinned anyway, I'll just have to tough it out!
Just because I have blond hair and blue eyes doesn't mean I'm categorized as a delinquent blond kid!
Yukimura Masaya quickly came out of the study with the documents in his hand.
He walked to the entrance, changed his shoes, and said to Yukimura, "Come back early after you finish the exhibition. Your mother will cook your favorite dishes for dinner."
"Okay, Dad." Yukimura nodded obediently.
Before leaving, Yukimura Masaya glared at Yue Ling one last time, his eyes clearly warning him, "Don't take my son running around."
Ryo Mochizuki felt a chill run down her spine under that gaze, but she maintained her smile and gave Masaya Yukimura a slight bow. "Uncle, don't worry! I will definitely bring Seiichi back safely!"
Yukimura Masashi didn't say anything more, looked away, and hurriedly left with the documents.
The moment the door closed, the atmosphere in the living room instantly relaxed.
Wang Yueling let out a long sigh, slumped her shoulders, and slumped back on the sofa.
He stared at the ceiling, his azure eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
"Mon dieu, your dad's eyes are terrifying." He patted his chest. "It's like he's going to eat me alive."
Yukimura sat beside him, still clutching the two tickets in his hand. Looking at him like that, I couldn't help but laugh. "My dad won't eat people."
"He didn't eat anyone, but the way he looked at me was like he wanted to devour me alive." Mochizuki Ryo turned her head to look at Yukimura. "Seiichi, do you think Uncle has a problem with me?"
Yukimura thought for a moment, "Probably not."
"Then why did he look at me like that?"
"Because he discovered that someone had touched his son's hand while he was away."
Wang Yueling choked for a moment.
"I just didn't realize it at first. Besides, what's wrong with holding hands? We didn't do anything else."
"I'm blond," he said, touching his hair with a complicated expression. "Uncle, you don't think I'm... a frivolous person, do you?"
"What kind of frivolous person?" Yukimura tilted his head to look at him, his violet-blue eyes filled with amusement.
"It's like..." Wang Yueling gestured, "...the kind with dyed blonde hair, riding a motorcycle, and weaving around the streets."
Do you ride a motorcycle?
"I can ride, but I don't ride normally."
Are you wandering around aimlessly?
"Don't wander around."
"Then what are you worried about?"
Wang Yueling thought about it and realized there really wasn't anything to worry about. He lowered his hand, sat up straight again, and said, "Forget it, Uncle will find out sooner or later that I'm not that kind of person. Time will tell."
Yukimura rolled his eyes at him but didn't reply. He waved the tickets in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips. "So, do you want to come along?"
"think!"
Mochizuki Ryo nodded immediately, her eyes shining like stars. "I want to go with you! It would be my honor to see an art exhibition with Seiichi! I know these artists very well; I can be your guide!"
"When my father was young, he really liked to act like an artsy type and collected a lot of paintings by various artists, including Monet's Water Lilies series. When I was a child, I thought that Monet, that little old man, really had some talent."
Seeing his excited expression, Yukimura's smile deepened: "What's wrong with your uncle's water lilies collection? Why are you commenting on Monet like that?"
"Seiichi, you have no idea how big that painting is."
Wang Yueling straightened up, spread his arms, and gestured, "A single piece is about 6.27 meters by 2.13 meters, leaving a deep impression on my little father." (Fake, made up...)
"At the time, I thought that Monet's hands were like a printer, and maybe he could make a name for himself if he crossed over into interior design..."
He paused, then looked at Yukimura: "Seiichi, you like Monet?"
"Hmm." Yukimura smiled. "I like his landscape paintings. Especially the Rouen Cathedral series, the changes in light and shadow are so magical."
"The lighting and shadows in that series are really good!"
Ryo Mochizuki wholeheartedly agreed, her tone revealing satisfaction at the convergence of her and Yukimura's aesthetic standards. "I also love the Rouen Cathedral series! The light at different times of day illuminates the cathedral, creating completely different colors. It's breathtaking!"
"Seiichi, sometime I'll take you to visit my home in France. My grandfather has a painting in his collection called 'Moonlight, Harmony of Silver and Gold'..."