Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 327 - 251: The First Performance

At the breakfast table in the morning, the issue of changing surnames was discussed for a long time.

Ultimately, it’s due to the strange civil law restriction that ’couples with different surnames cannot marry.’

Five people have previously appealed to the Supreme Court on this issue.

They proposed the viewpoint that "the civil law, which doesn’t recognize couples with different surnames, infringes on the freedom of marriage guaranteed by the constitution."

But in the end, it was rejected by the chief judge.

Couples with different surnames can only avoid this system by not registering.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t like Hanamaru Hanabi changing her surname, she is who she is, and there’s no need to change it just because they’re married.

"How about I change my surname to Hanamaru after marriage?"

"Of course, you can." said Mrs. Hanamaru, smiling while holding Hanamaru Hanami in her arms.

These words were actually meant for Mrs. Uesugi to hear, to see how she would react.

Uesugi Nobuko showed no change in expression and said plainly, "I support the decision you both make."

Mrs. Hanamaru smiled at Uesugi Sakura, "Then how about changing your surname to Hanamaru?"

"That’s fine with me." Uesugi Sakura glanced at Hanamaru Hanabi beside him.

Hanamaru Hanabi didn’t answer; in her heart, whether it was her with him, or him with her, it was all the same.

Noticing his gaze, Mrs. Hanamaru had another question to ask before addressing this issue:

"Sakura, why didn’t you tell us that Hanabi injured her foot?"

Upon hearing her mother’s question, Hanamaru Hanabi hurriedly answered for him, "It was Hanabi herself—"

"Hanabi!" Mrs. Hanamaru directly called her name, then smiled, "Why are you always thinking of helping Sakura?"

Uesugi Sakura didn’t pay much attention to this inquiry, "Hanabi’s injury wasn’t serious, and I also thought it wasn’t necessary to worry Aunt."

"How did it happen?"

"She fell off a stool while trying to get the butter from the cabinet while making breakfast; she wasn’t tall enough."

Only then did Mrs. Hanamaru realize that her daughter hadn’t grown recently, but Uesugi Sakura had grown considerably.

Her face had become much prettier; she was just an ordinary girl when she was young.

"Alright, alright, I won’t ask much more, but injuries like this are best shared with us. When I saw Hanabi limping into the bathroom earlier, it gave us quite a scare."

Mrs. Uesugi agreed, "That’s your problem, Sakura. After all, Hanabi got hurt making breakfast for you."

"How have you been these days?"

Uesugi Sakura averted his gaze, looking at Hanamaru Hanami, who was trying hard to reach for the chopsticks in her mother’s arms.

"Eating bento..."

"Every day?"

"Every meal." Uesugi Sakura suddenly felt sorry for Hanabi following him; since she couldn’t cook, she had to eat supermarket bentos with him.

It wasn’t that she depended on him, but that he depended on her.

Without her... he could only eat instant noodles every day...

Seeing little Hanami reaching out for the chopsticks, Mrs. Hanamaru pulled her back into her arms, "How can eating convenience bentos every day be good? Do you want me to move in for a few days?"

"Um... sure..."

Uesugi Sakura was a bit uncertain; it felt a little strange for his mother-in-law to suddenly join their world for two.

"Anyway, your mom and I are just taking care of the two little ones at home, coming over for a few days could be a break for us too."

And just like that, the matter was easily decided.

In the afternoon, Tsusei the driver came to take the two to the Kyujuu Family.

Hanamaru Hanabi felt a bit dizzy in the car and deliberately opened the window.

She looked at the street scene outside, and Uesugi Sakura looked at her.

Her delicate face was becoming more and more attractive, her bright purple eyes reflecting the cedar trees flickering outside the window.

"Why are Hanabi’s eyes purple?"

"I don’t know..." Hanamaru Hanabi remembered she had answered this question before, "But it should be inherited from my mom, Hanami’s eyes are the same as Hanabi’s."

Inheritance is hard to explain, and Uesugi Sakura couldn’t press on about his mother-in-law’s background.

"Since the start of school, has anyone confessed to you?"

"Yes."

Uesugi Sakura recalled the mischievous Hanabi in his morning dream, with a face and expression as innocent and lively as ever, yet deep inside, she hid a deep desire for control, wanting to keep him firmly by her side without leaving any trace.

"Do you think I can find another girlfriend as beautiful as you?"

"No way."

Arriving at the Kyujuu Family’s entrance, they got out of the car, and Tsusei the driver helped carry the guitar.

Uesugi Sakura assisted Hanabi, who was limping, to the elevator that had just arrived on the ground floor.

A man in a suit walked out of the elevator.

Both Uesugi Sakura and Hanamaru Hanabi knew him, Kitagawa Sakisa’s brother, Kitagawa Sakihara.

Previously, due to Sakisa attending Kamigoe, as classmates, Uesugi had occasionally met her brother, so they were faintly acquainted.

He always kept a smile on his face for familiar people—at least when it came to his sister.

He didn’t linger much in their presence, and after extending a courteous greeting with a smile, he walked away.

"Sakura-kun... what are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Uesugi Sakura withdrew his gaze from Kitagawa Sakihara’s back. freewebnσvel.cøm

Tsusei the driver, carrying the guitar case, pressed the elevator button, and the elevator closed.

"Uncle Tsusei, did Mr. Kitagawa also come to drop off his sister today?"

Ide Tsusei had known both of them for a long time, especially Hanamaru Hanabi; since high school, she would often visit the Kyujuu Family, usually driven back by him.

"Young Master Sakihara, he often visits the Family Head."

Uesugi Sakura was somewhat curious about whether Kitagawa Sakihara had any connection to his mentor who had gone to Capital City.

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Upstairs, a lively violin tune echoed in the room, like a light butterfly leaping out of the pages, full of rhythm and melody.

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