All Chapters of Do You Love Me, Uncle?: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"You know he’s still useful. You're still working for Kuryugumi, so I guess you know he’s useful."Kenji replied calmly, while Yui glanced again at the katana beside her, tempted to use it once more."If I could, I would leave Kuryugumi!" Yui hissed. But Kuryugumi's contracts were for life—especially for those with significant responsibilities. Yui was in too deep. Masaki would never let her live if she dared to leave."Don't say such terrible things." Ryu, of course, didn't like his sister's plan, even if it was probably just a joke."There doesn't need to be any bloodshed here. I’m too lazy for that." Kenji cut off the dangerous discussion. If his relationship with Ryu and Yui was normal—not friendly—it would be Kenji's duty to eliminate Yui if she left. It wasn’t wise to talk about such things in front of him.Besides, Kenji didn’t want to use violence while he wasn't fully recovered. Yui was no ordi

"What are you marking?" asked Kyoko, noticing Akiko circling dates on the calendar on her desk.They had just started working at a new office yesterday, and on this second day, they still weren’t very busy. That's why Kyoko was puzzled to see Akiko so intently looking at her phone and calendar."Summer festival and fireworks!" Akiko replied enthusiastically.These were the two things Akiko always looked forward to during the summer: festivals and fireworks displays.Two things she hadn’t enjoyed in a long time because of her marriage to Kaito, but this year, Akiko was determined to experience them again.That's why Akiko had been searching for the schedule of summer festivals and fireworks shows, marking the dates on her calendar to make sure she wouldn't miss any."There’s still more than a month before all those festivals start, and you’re already looking them up now?" Kyoko raised an eyebrow, surprised by Akiko's e

“What are you talking about?” Akiko was confused and tried to free herself.Kenji’s question, of course, sounded so strange to her. It had neither a beginning nor an end.“I just want to ask, without any context. Which would you choose?” This was Kenji’s most desperate moment. He had to get an answer.“Let me go first,” Akiko requested. Being in Kenji’s embrace wouldn't allow her to think clearly about anything.Kenji released the embrace but still held Akiko’s hand and stared at her, waiting for an answer.“Why is this important?” Akiko was, of course, suspicious, especially seeing how eagerly Kenji awaited her response.“I just want to know.” Kenji tightened his grip slightly.Akiko frowned, still not understanding, but she began to think of an answer.“Hmm… I would choose the truth, even if it’s painful,” Akiko finall

"Kondo-san, could you step out for a moment?" Ryu asked very politely, addressing the man who bowed, asking him to leave the emergency stairs.They were supposed to meet upstairs, but because of a sudden phone call, Kenji had briefly turned into the emergency stairwell. The call took longer than expected, and Kondo, eager to explain the situation, followed him down to the stairs. But that turned out to be a disastrous idea.Ryu sensed Kenji's intense gaze, one that likely harbored a desire to kill him. They couldn’t get out of this situation easily. Akiko had seen everything.Akiko watched as Kondo left through the emergency door, leaving Ryu and Kenji staring at each other. Ryu shrugged but didn’t speak, waiting for Kenji to explain. He was the one with the right to explain.“How long have you known each other? How is that possible?” Akiko suddenly recalled how Kenji had mentioned Ryu’s name briefly before, but back then, sh

“Sorry, you can’t enter.”The guard at the lobby immediately stood up and blocked the entrance when a woman approached the gate leading to Shingi Fusaya’s office area. The woman, looking confused, gently stroked her swollen belly—clearly in the late stages of pregnancy.It was ten o’clock at night, a time when no employees were expected to be coming in. If anyone showed up, they were likely leaving after working overtime, not entering the office.“I can’t get in because I left my wallet with my name tag inside. Can you help me retrieve it? I also left my ATM card in the wallet, and I need to withdraw money right now.” The woman grabbed the security guard’s arm with a pleading look on her face.“Oh, where did you leave it?” the guard asked, softening, clearly sympathetic to the woman’s difficulty.“On the fourth floor, in the marketing room.”If the guar