His Cute Wife is a Little Crazy-Chapter 645

Chapter 645: A CIVILISED MAN

Yagi Seiryo felt out of his depth as he walked into the small office.

Although he was Misaki’s guardian, he was never involved in her daily life. He had a lot of work, so he depended on his qualified staff to keep his niece out of trouble and ensure she got everything she needed.

As a result, he had never been in the school a single time since Misaki joined it. His personal assistant reported that it was the highest-rated elite school in the area and could accommodate the appropriate security requirements.

Since he was the head of the yakuza, he knew the dangers that were around him. He might be a bad parent, but he could not allow his niece to become a target.

Therefore, he could not choose a regular school for her.

He wanted a place with good security to keep Misaki secure. There was no better place than a place where the wealthy and powerful sent their children. If they could protect the children of political figures, they could do the same for his niece.

He approved of the school after checking it out and ordered his people to complete the registration. Once the administrative work was complete, he had his household staff send his niece to school.

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So far, he had not experienced trouble from the school, and his staff reported that Misaki was doing well in school. He did not see the need for his interference as long as she was doing well. It meant he was an alright guardian despite everything.

It seemed like he was not a complete failure despite his absence.

Therefore, he was surprised when he got several summoning calls from Misaki’s homeroom teacher.

He sent his assistant on his behalf, but the stubborn teacher refused to accept the substitution, insisting that she wanted to see him directly. After several annoying calls to his private line, he could only bow down to the pressure and come to the school.

He stopped short after entering the small office.

In truth, he was angry when he came to the school because of some other problems in his work. He planned to put the teacher in her place and let her know that she did not have the right to mess with him.

Moreover, he wanted to make sure that she understood that she did not have the right to have and use his private number.

However, when he saw her, he was taken aback.

He expected a middle-aged woman with a severe expression and a look of bitterness. His prejudiced thoughts could only be attributed to his experience in a boarding school when he was younger.

The person before him made his lips twitch a little and caused his anger to dissipate completely.

The homeroom teacher was young to the point where Yagi wondered if she was old enough or qualified enough to be a teacher. Her face made her think of the magical girl characters from an old anime Misaki used to be obsessed with when she was younger.

From her large doe-like eyes to her supple red lips, she did not match the image of a school teacher.

The irate woman behind the small desk covered with a menagerie of colourful and childish toys stood up and slammed her hands on the wooden surface. She looked like a hamster with her puffed up cheeks that betrayed her anger.

“You are late, Mr Yagi.” She said with obvious annoyance and censure.

Misaki looked at her uncle with fear. Even though she was a troublemaker, she did not want her homeroom teacher to suffer. Even though she and her classmates were wild and caused a lot of trouble, Teacher Shio was always nice and treated them well.

She even stood up for them when she did not have to before the rest of the school.

Also, Misaki knew her uncle was not like a normal person. He dealt with a lot of weird things. So, if he decided to deal with Teacher Shio, she would probably suffer a lot. The guilt in her heart overwhelmed her small heart, and her eyes watered.

Her bravado disappeared. She was still a child, after all.

“Uncle...” Misaki said intending to pacify him.

However, she realised her uncle did not look angry. In fact, he had a subtle smile on his face that betrayed a strange amusement. He stepped forward from the door and walked closer to Emi’s desk.

“You are right. I apologise for my tardiness.” His dark eyes sparkled with a strange light.

Emi did not calm down immediately at the apology. She felt it was a little too perfunctory. The man seemed to be saying it to placate her, which irritated her. She wanted him to show true contrition.

“As adults, we have to set a good example for the children. If you cannot keep time, you will send a message that it is alright not to value other people’s time. You have to respect everyone, even if you feel like you have more important things to do.” She added while leaning over on the desk.

The motion gave the much taller Yagi a glimpse of the alluring cleavage peeking from the official white blouse. His eyes drifted down past the heaving bosom to the small waist where the white blouse was tucked into a black skirt.

Was this the so-called pencil skirt?

The skirt showed the teacher’s hourglass figure perfectly. If Yagi had ever seen a perfect woman, this angry teacher was it. His heart blazed with a desire to possess. He wanted to pull her over the desk, throw her over his shoulder and run off with her.

But he was a civilised man... To a certain extent.

“My time is indeed quite valuable.” He said with provocation.

“So is mine.” Teacher Shio said. “Because of your tardiness, you have affected my evening plans.”

Emi made an involuntary pout at the entitled attitude of the overbearing man. Even though her plans involved baking in her pyjamas while watching beautiful people being mean to each other on TV, it was still her valuable time.

Unfortunately, Yagi Seiryo did not have an idea about the thoughts of the beautiful woman before him. His mind immediately thought that she probably had a hot date. The desire to possess this teacher made his rationality a little clouded.

When he thought about another man being even near his woman, he felt like he would tear apart something.

Yes, despite meeting Shio for the first time and exchanging just a few words, he already thought of her as his.

Perhaps, it was his gangster instincts, but he could not think of her as anything else but his.