So, Sun Dasheng didn’t stop her from shouting and yelling there. Let her be.
She probably wants to take advantage of the drunkenness to vent the frustrations bottled up inside.
"Miyabi, stay here and don’t move. Wait for , I’ll be right back." Sun Dasheng left the table.
The back kitchen of the Izakaya is a restricted area, idle people keep out.
The sudden intrusion of a guest startled the owner slightly and also showed so displeasure.
"Guests are not allowed in here, please leave."
The owner is quite old, a man in his sixties or seventies.
The apron he wore was printed with: Izakaya Immortal.
"Boss, I want to talk to you about sothing." Sun Dasheng opened his mouth.
"Is it about the food? Please speak! If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, I’ll adjust it imdiately." The old man’s service awareness is quite strong, unlike other Immortals in Little Day, where the things they make can’t be comnted on by guests, you eat if you want, if not, you can scram.
Sun Dasheng laughed and shook his head: "What I want to discuss is about this Izakaya."
Upon hearing this, the old man’s face imdiately darkened: "I will not sell this Izakaya, you all can give up on that idea."
You all?
Sun Dasheng was sowhat surprised that such an ordinary-looking Izakaya was valued by others.
Before he could continue asking, the old man, holding the spatula, was about to drive him out: "Others may fear you Yakuza organizations, but I don’t. At worst, I’ll throw my life away and fight you."
Looking at the old man’s fierce expression, Sun Dasheng knew he was misunderstood.
How could he give off any Yakuza vibes?
This was a huge misunderstanding.
Even more wronged than Dou E.
"Boss, you’ve got it wrong; I’m not a Yakuza mber."
Sun Dasheng had no proof, and the old man, with preconceived notions, naturally wouldn’t believe him.
Until he ntioned Ozawa Masami and her father, Ozawa Kumata’s nas, the old man suspiciously put down the spatula.
"Did Ozawa Masami really send you over to ask?"
"Of course, if you don’t believe , take a few steps to the hall; Miyabi is dining there."
The previous als were naturally brought by waiters, as the owner and head chef, he naturally didn’t have ti to host custors in the hall.
In doubt, he went to the hall.
Ca back with a face full of disbelief: "Miyabi is still as beautiful and charming as ever, like she’s from the sa mold as Yuuga."
Seeing the other party’s puzzled face, the old man explained: "Mikami Yuuga is Ozawa Masami’s mom, a genuine beauty around here. Sadly, she married a jerk like Kumata."
Alright.
This he didn’t know.
Turns out beauty is a genetic trait in the family.
Even better, such traits, according to genetics, will be more stable when passed to the next generation.
Unlike the kind where a family never had a beauty before and suddenly there’s one, then the descendants beco very unstable and quite random.
Online, many moms are very beautiful, yet their children are quite unattractive; they mostly belong to such families.
Families that inherit beautiful genes from their ancestors, with beauties in every generation, might occasionally have a few average-looking descendants, but it’s generally impossible for them to be ugly.
Alright, stop.
Sun Dasheng didn’t forget the purpose of his coming.
Expressing acquisition intent.
This ti the old man didn’t refuse.
"Years ago, Kumata, that prodigal son, wanted to sell their family’s ancestral property, and all the neighbors around discouraged him. Who knew that fool was irreversibly determined to sell it, and back then, I happened to have so spare money, so I bought it, just thinking that one day a descendant of the Kumata family could buy back their ancestral property. So if you’re helping Ozawa Masami to buy it, then I’ll agree."
OK!
It’s done!
Sun Dasheng expressed: "You don’t have to worry about that. The contract will have Miyabi’s na on it when signed."
The old man smiled and nodded, finally having the ti to properly look at the man in front of him: Tall, handso, robust, and stylish, truly a Pillar of the Empire.
He’s more than a match for Miyabi.
With the deal done, he added a reminder: "I’ve heard from around that the city governnt has plans to demolish and rebuild, so recently so Yakuza organizations have been buying property. If you don’t sell, they keep bothering you. You need to be careful."
So there’s that, no wonder the old man mistook him for a Yakuza mber earlier; he had grown impatient from being harassed by those folks.
Just saying, with my clear brows and pleasant deanor, how could I look like I’m from a Yakuza organization?
Ozawa Masami drank too much, and she’s all dazed and confused.
She only knew soone had her sign several nas on a paper, and then carried her back ho.
Finally, tossed onto the bed, feeling a chilly breeze as if not wearing clothes.
Ultimately falling asleep peacefully in a shy dream.
.....
The next morning, Ozawa Masami woke up thirsty.
This is a hangover symptom, accompanied by a splitting headache.
She reached out and patted her own head, trying to push herself up with both hands on the bed, but her hand went soft, feeling like it was touching sothing fleshy.
Huh?
What’s this?
Why is there sothing like this on my bed?
A ntal alarm bell ringing made her quickly open her blurry eyes, and when she saw the ’thing’ on the bed, she scread loudly.
"Ah!!!"
Then ca a smack.
Her back was slamd heavily.
A slightly disgruntled voice followed: "What are you doing? It’s early in the morning, why are you shouting like a banshee?"
"Huh? Mr. Sun, why are you on my bed?" Ozawa Masami barely got a grip on her emotions and asked angrily.
"And what did you do to last night?"
Only then did she realize she was stark naked, instinctively crossing her arms to cover the majestic scene in front of her chest.
"Weren’t you the one who invited over?" Sun Dasheng countered.
"Huh? How is that possible, Mr. Sun..." Ozawa Masami was genuinely angry, feeling tricked like a fool. Although she wasn’t completely against today’s incident, even a bit delighted, considering becoming Mr. Sun’s woman, the way he said it was too infuriating.
What does he an by her inviting him over?
Doesn’t it imply Miyabi is so flirtatious woman?
No!
Absolutely not!
Miyabi is not that kind of person.
Cannot be that kind of person.
Otherwise...
She sneakily glanced at the man lying leisurely on the bed, appreciating her, thinking: If Mr. Sun truly thinks so, then she has no real value in his eyes.
Like those disposable items in Kabukicho, cheap, worthless.
"I’m not the kind of cheap woman Mr. Sun talked about." As it concerns her stance, Ozawa Masami was very serious.
Sun Dasheng got up, hugged her and smiled: "Alright, I was just joking with you just now, sorry."
"Hmph!" Ozawa Masami was still a little upset.
Then, a contract appeared in front of her, and as she casually glanced over to see what it was about, her breathing beca rapid.
"Mr. Sun...this...is it real?" Ozawa Masami held the contract, looking through it repeatedly, still finding it hard to believe—not because she doubted the other’s ability, as it was easy for him to buy this small place—but there was clearly her signature on it, albeit scrawled, yet she recognized her handwriting. When did it happen, she had no impression at all.
Surprise.
Huge surprise.
Girls sotis don’t really care about how expensive sothing is. (Of course, too cheap isn’t good either)
But rather, how much thought you put into it. (Secretly spending big money to prepare)
Giving them surprises. (A gift perfectly matching her taste)
Clearly, the house transfer contract Sun Dasheng gave her perfectly aligned with her desires.
Yesterday, she had ntioned the lost ancestral property at ho in front of him, but waking up today, the ancestral property was already back in the Kumata family.
"Mr. Sun, thank you!" Ozawa Masami clumsily gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"This Izakaya is very important to and my Kumata family!"
"I don’t know what happened yesterday that brought it back to , but I know you must have done a lot, thank you, sincerely thank you, Mr. Sun...."
Saying this, Ozawa Masami’s gaze began to draw lines.
Sun Dasheng naturally understood what she ant.
Those who watched the Animal Planet know: Spring has arrived, life is reviving, and it’s the mating season again.
Humans are also a kind of animal.
So naturally, they can’t escape this cycle.
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