Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 1. "Café and the Heir Girl"

In the spring breeze at night.

It was already evening when I emerged from the hospital's inpatient wing. The outlines of the buildings melted into the warm orange-red, transforming into the night, commanding the city's nightscape.

Miyazawa Masumi looked up at the sky. Although this area was close to the central street, the air was quite clear after dark, and he could even see tiny spots of light when he looked up.

This was a scene that was rarely seen not long ago when he lived along the Tokyo Loop Route 8, where photochemical smog was constantly lingering.

This is Kobe City, backed by Mount Rokko and facing the Seto Inland Sea. It is a port city with its back to the mountains and its front to the sea. It is said that the name of a certain basketball superstar has a close connection with it.

It is also Masumi's hometown after five years.

Masumi Miyazawa, 22 years old, is currently unemployed.

After graduating from high school at the age of 18, Masumi went to Tokyo from his hometown in Kobe to pursue his so-called musical dream. Before leaving, he had a big fight with his father who wanted him to inherit the family coffee shop.

However, five years later, the Tokyo band fell apart after repeated encounters with reality, and Masumi's musical dream also collapsed like a dream and disappeared.

Having lost his home, he finally chose to return to Kobe after receiving the news that his father in his hometown was hospitalized.

"You kid, you said you wanted to pursue your dreams, then you wandered around Tokyo for five years. What are you doing back now?"

Masumi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his father was still in good spirits on the hospital bed and had the energy to scold him.

"I thought you were going to die, and figured someone had to look after this shop..."

He was halfway through his words when his father interrupted him angrily.

"You little brat! How can you be so outspoken as you?"

"No matter how much I tried to persuade you, you refused. After you were rejected in Tokyo, you ran back!"

"With a personality like yours that's impulsive and impulsive, do you think I'd let you take over the coffee shop? Cough cough cough cough..."

After venting his anger, his father said to him in a low voice:

"You are no longer needed. The store now has a new heir."

"New heir?" Masumi was startled: "When?"

"This year. He's a hard-working and serious person, and most importantly, very responsible. He's a hundred times better than you."

When talking about the heir, my father looked complacent, and finally sighed softly.

"If you're willing, go and help her."

"Just help me out."

Recalling the conversation with his father, the night breeze blew across his cheeks. Masumi quickened his pace and stepped onto the stairs leading to the station.

Car headlights formed a shimmering river of light that streamed down the street, like a Milky Way on earth. The platform sat between the two galaxies, a railway with a view of the sea.

As they passed through the gate, the train pulled in. Masumi took a seat near the door. The train started with a sluggish thud, its neon lights painting a dazzling array of lines across the exterior, along with the clear moonlight, streaming onto the windows.

He couldn't help but look out along the light. The sea view in the night was lingering in front of the car window. This was the scenery he had been accustomed to seeing since he was a child.

If you go there during the day, you can see the bright white sky and the azure blue sea, each shining with its own colors in the sun, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The sea in Kobe is much more beautiful than that in Tokyo, Masumi thought.

After getting off the train at the platform, the sea that was originally trapped in the window now expanded vastly before my eyes.

The rippling sound of the Seto Inland Sea blended into the noisy silence. The street lamps lit up one by one, and the diffuse light from under the lamps captured Masumi's shadow.

He stopped in front of a coffee shop by the sea and stared at the sign in a daze.

This coffee shop named "Starry Sky" was his father's hard work, but it was not Masumi's dream, so he gave up on it without hesitation.

Now that he has returned to his hometown, Masumi did not feel that things have changed or people have changed. He only mocked his own arrogance in his heart.

Go and see the heir your father is talking about.

Masumi pushed open the door, and the sound of the hanging wind chimes was particularly crisp and pleasant.

"Sorry, sir, our store is closed."

A clear, awe-inspiring voice, like the sound of ice colliding, drifted through the air. Masumi fixed his gaze on the owner of the voice.

It was a girl with long straight black hair and a flowing collar. She was holding the arranged plates in one hand, wiping the table with her back to him.

From the back, her waist is particularly slender.

The navy blue dress was made of crisp fabric, faithfully outlining the plump and full figure of the delicate body, and was wrapped in a blue apron.

As the hem of her skirt swayed gently, her long legs peeked out from under it. The light from the store expanded inch by inch across her snow-white skin, outlining a smooth and rounded outline.

Noticing his gaze, the girl turned around, and thinking he hadn't heard clearly, she parted her lips slightly and poured out fluent words.

"Dear customer, our store is closed today. We are deeply sorry for the inconvenience caused to you..."

"I'm not here to order." Masumi interrupted her softly.

The girl closed her lips and waited for him to say the next words with a calm look in her eyes.

"I am Miyazawa Masumi, the son of Ken Miyazawa."

Almost at the moment when Masumi said this self-introduction, the plastic plate in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the noise made Masumi nervous.

"Sister Rinone, what happened?"

Hearing the sound, a girl with long brown hair rushed out from the kitchen with a nervous look on her face.

The black-haired girl stood straight, her peach-pink lips forming a dangerous curve.

Masumi felt that the air around him had suddenly dropped several degrees.

"You are...that Masumi?"

The girl's amethyst eyes flashed with a cold chill as she stared at Masumi sharply.

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The plaster ceiling creates sharp and angular lines on the ceiling.

The Starry Coffee Shop after closing time.

Masumi sat on the chair, staring at the three women in front of him in silence, and the atmosphere fell into a subtle silence.

Isn't he an heir? The three people in front of him are...

He first looked at the girl with brown hair.

She looks like the youngest among the three. Her eyes, slightly drooping at the corners, are very friendly. She is a very cute girl.

"Hello, Mr. Masumi. My name is Kuon Mirai. I'm a sophomore at North High School. I'm currently staying at Fanxing. Thank you for your guidance."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Masumi, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Hello."

Masumi also greeted her, and when she was hesitating whether to say something to break the ice, another girl interrupted their conversation.

"Hello Masumi-kun! I'm Seno Asami."

The speaker was a beautiful woman with a mature temperament. Her overly long bangs fell down to cover her eyebrows and eyes. Her hair was messy at the ends, making her look a little unkempt. The slightly upturned corners of her lips showed a hint of smile.

"It depends on whether you want to call me Seno or Asami. It's up to you."

"I just graduated from a vocational school this year. Thanks to Mr. Jing Jian, I'm able to stay here and work part-time. Please give me your guidance."

Masumi nodded at her, "Please give me your guidance."

After greeting each other, the girl continued to stare at him with a smile, as if she had seen something new.

"I heard from Mr. Jingjian that he had a son who abandoned the coffee shop and ran away without even sending any news home. Could that be Masumi-kun?"

"Are you back this time because you've changed your mind and plan to inherit your father's business?"

Although it was a question, before he could answer, the girl put her hands together and said, "Sorry, I was just kidding."

After she finished speaking, she bowed her head solemnly to express her apology. The collar of her clothes revealed her white collarbone, and her plump outline could be seen through the fabric, just like melted cheese that could not be covered by toast and overflowed from the gaps in the bread.

"fine."

Masumi didn't care: "That person is me."

I guess my father must have said something to them. I don't know the specifics, but it must have been terrible. I can tell from their reactions.

It's no wonder. At that time, he was impulsive and said some words that even he now thinks are ridiculous. After arriving in Tokyo, he was angry and didn't contact his family for five years.

Even though I later realized that this behavior was too immature, I didn't know how to start the conversation to mend the relationship, so I simply maintained the status quo.

For someone like him, being ridiculed is nothing.

Masumi withdrew his thoughts and looked at the last of the three.

She has long, shiny black hair, clear eyebrows, pupils like crystal clear amethyst, and a sentimental teardrop mole at the corner of her right eye.

The contours of the inner corners of the eyes are somewhat sharp, giving people a cool and elegant temperament.

"Kamiyo Rinone, a second-year student in the Faculty of Economics at Kobe University, is the heir to this cafe."

She did not hide her rejection at all, and said word by word in a cold tone:

"Let me make it clear in advance that I will never give up my position as heir to someone who abandons the shop and runs away with no sense of responsibility and is frivolous!"

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(End of this chapter)