Chapter 234

"Huh?"

The girl waiting for a reply in bed stopped humming her little tune abruptly.

"No way... you're not going to keep chatting with me?"

Kitagawa Marin had never been treated like this since she was little; suddenly her heart was itching, and she rolled over.

Ginza.

Along with the Champs-Élysées in Paris and Fifth Avenue in New York, the three places are collectively known as the world's three major prosperous centers.

It gathers countless luxury commercial brands from around the world.

Kitakami Yoru, however, felt that Japan was the best.

There were no black guys looting, no turban-wearing Arabs, and no racial discrimination here.

"Today I'm going to shop, shop, shop!"

Besides shopping, what women like most is food.

Even if they don't like it, they won't hate it, right?

"Shop, shop, shop!"

Kitakami Toyoya said boldly, and the couple walked together.

Kitakami Yoru became a lonely, handsome background board.

"Why did you drag me out?"

Tightening his clothes, Kitakami Yoru followed silently behind, hands in his pockets.

Ginza is divided into several chome; at night, the neon lights flicker, even busier and more colorful than during the day.

The streets are full of people, and luxury cars and supercars are everywhere.

Luxury brands like Porsche and Land Rover seem ordinary here; basically, passersby, except for a few tourists who take a few extra looks, don't pay attention to them.

No one cares.

"Bulgari Building, this snake..."

Kitakami Yoru watched his parents walk into the Bulgari Building, stopped on the street, looked up with his mouth open at the giant, glittering golden snake decoration coiled on the surface of the building; it was truly shocking!

Time passed quietly, and the temperature dropped a few degrees secretly.

Having bought big bags and small bags, five or six shopping bags, his mother Kitakami Megumi walked on the street with satisfaction.

Tomorrow is the weekend.

Financial companies not only earn a lot, but their benefits are also top-notch, and they usually don't work overtime much.

On the weekend, the market is closed, right...

The business volume is cut by at least one-third.

And so.

Kitakami Megumi and Kitakami Toyoya discussed it, and after getting tired of shopping, they decided to go to a bar for a drink.

Of course, they went to a classy lounge bar.

Have you ever seen a boss go to a disco and jump around on the dance floor every day?

"No entry for those under eighteen..."

Kitakami Yoru muttered, standing in front of the elevator on the first floor.

His parents had already gone in, with no intention of paying attention to Kitakami Yoru.

"What should I do? If someone checks me, I can only wait outside?"

Kitakami Yoru asked.

"You came with us, who would stop you?"

His father Kitakami Toyoya waved his hand.

Bars strictly prohibit minors from entering; the more high-end the place, the stricter it is.

They don't lack the consumption of a few underage customers.

And, eighteen is adulthood, but you have to be twenty-one to drink!

Kitakami Yoru walked into the elevator, and after his mother asked for the floor, she pressed the eleventh floor.

The bar has three floors, and the eleventh floor is the VIP lounge.

Kitakami Yoru had a bit of curiosity in his eyes, sat in the elevator as it went up, and it slowly opened.

"Three distinguished guests, welcome to Aomori Bar."

A waiter stood in front of the elevator door, bowing with a smile, and invited the Kitakami family into the VIP floor.

Kitakami Toyoya was a regular here, needing to socialize for work.

The waiter remembered every guest's name and face.

When he saw Kitakami Yoru, he was slightly surprised but didn't check Kitakami Yoru's ID.

Coming with his mom and dad, what's there to check?

The VIP lounge used full-length transparent glass skylights; as soon as you entered, the floor was covered with a red carpet, and a high-class, elegant, faint scent drifted in...

The space was open, and the booths were spaced far apart, leaving private space.

A brand-new piano was placed in the corner, and next to the bar, a staff member in a Western-style vest was playing a melodious tune on a violin.

Kitakami Yoru followed his parents obediently and sat down, leaning against the window to enjoy the night view.

In the VIP room, a glass of wine isn't cheap.

Cola sells for nearly 2,000 yen a glass.

Kitakami Yoru ordered lemon water, ignored his parents, and walked to the piano to take a look.

When he first started elementary school, he was sent by his mother Kitakami Megumi to learn piano for a month, couldn't persist, and gave up in disgrace.

He didn't understand it when he was a child, but only realized its preciousness when he grew up.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come out..."

Drinking the super-exquisite small glass of lemon water in one gulp, Kitakami Yoru turned around and took the internal elevator to the next floor.

On this floor, the consumption was much lower, and the decoration, grade, and environment were not on the same level as the floor above.

But it already gave people a hint that "I'm very expensive, bring more money."

On the next floor down, the environment was much noisier, and the TV on the wall was playing an American baseball game.

"This place is much more comfortable, this floor." Kitakami Yoru walked out of the elevator.

The two floors above were suitable for middle-aged people or corporate slaves who had been struggling in society for several years.

This floor was crowded and noisy, basically all young college students.

"Hey, look at that little brother, he's so handsome!"

Kitakami Yoru, who was outstanding in both looks and height, attracted the attention of a table of young college student sisters as soon as he came out.

They were chatting happily; maybe they could have a romantic encounter.

Provided Kitakami Yoru was willing.

"That is... Kawasaki-san?"

Kitakami Yoru, walking toward the bar, saw clearly the person wiping a glass inside.

Wearing a black and white neutral uniform, hair tied up, wearing light makeup, she gave people a clean, neat, and mature impression.

There were a few young couples sitting at the bar; Kitakami Yoru chose to sit in a narrow corner and snapped his fingers.

In the movies, it's like this, right?

"Hello, give me a frosted mizuwari!"

Kitakami Yoru was far from the age to drink; he had only learned about this whiskey mizuwari by accidentally scrolling through short videos.

Kawasaki Saki, who was mixing drinks, didn't pay much attention, and politely glanced at Kitakami Yoru's position:

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"OK."

Kitakami Yoru's mouth curled up slightly, and a bit of pleasure welled up in his heart.

Discovered the secret of a beautiful, cold female classmate?

So she was working here!

The girls at the bar, even though their boyfriends were right next to them, couldn't take their eyes off Kitakami Yoru the moment they saw him.

"Clatter, clatter—"

Shaking the shaker, Kawasaki Saki, who was working hard, turned her head and looked at Kitakami Yoru again, her movements subconsciously slowing down.

"Kitakami Yoru?!"