After breaking up, my ex asked me to win her back-Chapter 235 - 234: Seeing Parents Twice in One Day

Kagura Hikaru looked up and commented, "That’s my father’s hometown, I went there once during the summer break."

"Did you know you were filmed?"

"Yeah, they asked me if it was okay to broadcast it, and I agreed."

Counting this time and the last time he appeared on TV with Ayakoji Chiyoko in the "Young Genius" program, this was his second appearance.

Once bitten, twice shy, he had been through it before and didn’t feel it was anything special anymore.

"You really are photogenic, Mister Hikaru," Kiryu Hina praised sincerely.

"...I’m going back."

Kagura Hikaru stood up.

Kiryu Hina was startled, not understanding what she did to upset him again, and quickly grabbed his wrist: "Wait, stay a little longer, I still have something to tell you."

"It can wait until next time, or just text me the details."

"No, it has to be said here in my house!"

"That’s just your own wish, let go."

"I won’t!"

"I’m going to twist your fingers off if you don’t let go."

"I won’t!"

The two of them started arguing in the living room, with Kiryu Hina clinging to Kagura Hikaru’s hand, refusing to let go.

To outsiders, this scene seemed like nothing more than playful banter.

Kiryu’s Father, holding an ice bag and a wet towel, appeared from behind the couch at some point, watching them with a smile and adjusted his glasses.

"You seem to be having fun," he remarked.

Kagura Hikaru and Kiryu Hina were startled and quickly let go of each other.

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"It’s, it’s not like that..." Kiryu Hina said flustered.

"Hahaha, it’s good to see you two getting along so well."

Kiryu’s Father walked over to Kiryu Hina, gently wiped her wound with the wet towel he had prepared, then handed her the ice bag to apply to her sprained ankle.

"Mr. Kagura, could you help me get some hydrogen peroxide and antiseptic ointment? And bring some cotton swabs and gauze as well, they’re in the bottom drawer of the cabinet over there."

Kagura Hikaru, feeling awkward, complied, fetched the items Kiryu’s Father needed, and was then put to work helping disinfect Kiryu Hina’s wound with hydrogen peroxide.

After wiping it clean twice, he applied ointment with a cotton swab and finally wrapped the wound with gauze.

He also applied antiseptic ointment to her sprained ankle.

As he applied the ointment, his hands inevitably touched Kiryu Hina’s foot, which made her twitch slightly every time, as if she was involved in something naughty, making his mood turn weird as well.

When everything was done, Kagura Hikaru suddenly realized he ended up doing all the work.

What happened to just assisting?

He turned to look at Kiryu’s Father, who was sitting across from him, having poured himself another cup of hot water to drink, and he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Hearing that Kiryu Hina’s father was a businessman, it certainly showed. A true leader, he sure knew how to delegate.

"Ah, sorry." Kiryu’s Father sensed Kagura Hikaru’s disapproving look, embarrassedly set down his cup, "I just saw you looked like you were enjoying yourself, so I didn’t intervene."

"..."

This man was clearly telling a tall tale with a smile on his face, his sly eyes were a spitting image of Kiryu Hina’s.

Kagura Hikaru stood up to take his leave, glancing as he did at his ex-girlfriend, who had been peacefully quiet since before, when Kiryu’s Father added, "Speaking of what just happened, I rarely see Hina acting so spoiled. You’re quite impressive, Mr. Kagura."

Kagura Hikaru’s shoulders slumped.

"...I’m sorry."

"No, no, no, don’t get me wrong, I’m not being sarcastic; I’m serious," Kiryu’s Father said, laughing openheartedly, "Hina has never had many real friends, and it’s uncommon for her to initiate relationships with others, so I hope you’ll continue to get along with her from now on."

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"....I cannot do that."

"Eh, why is that?" Kiryu’s Father didn’t expect this response, holding his cup, he was stunned.

Kiryu Hina tugged urgently at Kagura Hikaru’s sleeve, desperately signaling with her eyes, worried he would spill their romantic history.

Turning his head, Kagura Hikaru gave her a cold stare and calmly said, "Classmate Kiriyu is a dangerous person, and I don’t want any trouble."

"What?"

Kiryu’s Father was startled again, then he slapped his thigh and burst out laughing, "Hahaha, dangerous, indeed, indeed! My daughter is just like a hedgehog, all prickly."

"Dad!" Kiryu Hina shouted somewhat shyly and annoyed.

"Ah, fine, fine, I’ll stop," Kiryu’s Father shrank back embarrassingly, then stood up smiling, "Mr. Kagura, sorry but I have some work to do. I’ll leave this place to you young folks. But what I said earlier is true, I do hope you can make friends with Hina."

Halfway through, he seemed to hesitate, then slowly said, "Since starting high school, Hina has become more and more reclusive. Although she’s become smoother in her dealings with people, I always feel that her heart has become more closed off. The recent improvement might indeed be because she met you, Mr. Kagura."

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Kagura Hikaru: "..."

It’s the complete opposite, Mr. Kiryu.

"Alright, you kids chat, I won’t disturb you any longer." Kiryu’s Father smiled and took his water cup back to the study.

Although he was bothered by the unpleasant request and was tasked with looking after Kiryu Hina, Kagura Hikaru suddenly realized he couldn’t bring himself to dislike Kiryu’s Father at all.

A handsome, gentle, and generous mature man, he was like the ideal version of himself.

He couldn’t help but compare Kiryu’s Father with Ayakoji Chiyoko’s father, Ryoma Ayakoji, whom he had just met not long ago.

The two were clearly opposite types.

Ryoma Ayakoji was unrestrained and casual, while Kiryu Masaki was calm and polite.

One was like a street gang boss, and the other a literary youth.

So that’s why they each had daughters with such contrasting personalities.

"Mister Hikaru." Seeing her father leave, Kiryu Hina grabbed Kagura Hikaru’s hand again, this time with a particularly serious expression, "Come to my room for a bit."

"It’s getting late, I should be heading back."

"I have something very important to tell you, and also, to ask for your opinion," Kiryu Hina said, biting her lip and looking troubled, "It’s about my relationship with the Ayakoji family, with Ryoma Ayakoji, and the real relationship with Ayakoji Chiyoko... Sorry, I don’t want my father to overhear, can you carry me to my room? It’s upstairs on the second floor."

"..."

Maybe it was what Kiryu’s Father had just said that influenced him, or maybe it was a spur of the moment curiosity.

Having come this far, there’s no reason not to hear the truth.

Kagura Hikaru carried Kiryu Hina up to her second-floor room.

Her room had her pink nameplate hanging on the door, conspicuous and easy to find.

Still using decorations like a grade school girl at this age?

He opened the door and entered.

The room was all pink, pink carpet, pink stuffed animals, pink bed sheets.

If the walls weren’t white to give one’s eyes a break, Kagura Hikaru almost felt like he could get pink snow blindness.

This kind of pink girlishness was something one would expect of Ayakoji Chi, not you, the sharp-tongued and sly girl!

Having put Kiryu Hina down on a chair in her room, Kagura Hikaru asked, "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"It’s about this."

Kiryu Hina pulled out from her pants pocket the plastic bag containing Ryoma Ayakoji’s hair that Kagura Hikaru had given her earlier.

But what she needed wasn’t the hair—it was the DNA, Ryoma Ayakoji’s DNA.

As a very important piece of evidence.

"Actually, I don’t have any blood relation with my father," Kiryu Hina said.

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