Chapter 296

"Huh?"

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

"No way... aren't you going to keep chatting with me?"

Kitagawa Marin had never been treated like this since she was a child; suddenly, her heart felt incredibly itchy, and she turned over.

Ginza.

Together with the Champs-Élysées in Paris and Fifth Avenue in New York, it is hailed as one of the world's three major bustling centers.

It gathers countless luxury commercial brands from around the world.

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

There are no black uncles looting, no turban-wearing Arabs, and no racial discrimination here.

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

Besides shopping, what women like most is food.

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

"Buy, buy, buy!"

Kitakami Toyoya said generously, 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, 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, take a few more looks.

No one cares.

"Bulgari Building, this snake..."

Kitakami Yoru watched his dad and mom walk into the Bulgari Building, stopped on the street, looked up with his mouth open at a huge, golden, brilliant snake decoration coiled on the surface of the building; it was truly shocking!

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

Buying bags and 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 the benefits are also excellent, and they usually rarely work overtime.

The weekend, the market is closed...

The volume of business is cut by at least a third.

And so.

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

Naturally, they went to a sentimental quiet 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 dad and mom had already gone in, with no intention of paying attention to Kitakami Yoru.

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

Kitakami Yoru asked.

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

His dad, 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 still have to be twenty-one to drink!

Kitakami Yoru walked into the elevator; 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 novelty in his eyes, sat in the elevator as it rose, and it opened slowly.

"Three VIP guests, welcome to Aomori Bar."

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

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

The waiter remembers the name and appearance of every guest.

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

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

The VIP room used a full-length transparent glass skylight; as soon as you entered, the floor was covered with a red carpet, and a high-end, elegant, faint fragrance drifted...

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

A brand-new piano was placed in the corner, and staff in Western-style vests were playing the violin with a melodious tone beside the bar.

Kitakami Yoru obediently followed his dad and mom to sit 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 dad and mom, and walked to the piano to look.

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

He didn't understand 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 clear hint that "I am 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 top two floors 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, that little brother is so handsome!"

Kitakami Yoru, who had outstanding 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 a romantic encounter could happen.

Provided Kitakami Yoru was willing.

"That is... Kawasaki-san?"

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

Wearing a black and white neutral work uniform, hair tied up, light makeup, giving 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 glass of 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 special attention to listening, and politely threw a glance at Kitakami Yoru's position:

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"OK."

Kitakami Yoru raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a little pleasure welled up in his heart.

Discovered the secret of a beautiful, cold female classmate?

So she was working here!

The girl at the bar, even though her boyfriend was right beside her, couldn't take her eyes off Kitakami Yoru the moment she saw him.

"Swish, swish—"

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

"Kitakami Yoru?!"