My love is abyss mode

Chapter 107 Challenge again
After breakfast, Kuronuma Kiba and Hatsushino Ryo went downstairs together and took a car to Hatsushino's family company.

A black sedan drove towards the port area, its windows shielding the view of Tokyo Bay. Seagulls gathered and flew low over the bay, and small fish leaped from the undulating waves.

Hatsushino Ryo lay quietly on Kuronuma Kiba's lap, without saying a word or chatting with him on her phone, simply enjoying the warmth closest to her.

Kuronuma gently stroked her hair with one hand while chatting with Matsuzaka Kanon on his phone with the other.

Even without going to the student council president's office, he successfully influenced Matsuzaka Kanon's handling of the student council's work.

A dozen minutes later, the black sedan stopped in front of a twin tower in the port area. The glass curtain wall of the building reflected the sunlight layer by layer, like an iron monument standing by Tokyo Bay.

Japan has four top conglomerates. The Hatsushino family occupies Tokyo and is the most powerful local tycoon in Japan. The other three are located in the Osaka metropolitan area, Hokkaido, and Nagoya metropolitan area, respectively.

Kuronuma Kiba's knowledge of these matters is limited to information obtained online, because the Hokkaido zaibatsu are centered around mining and chemicals, and his family's shrine and ranch have absolutely no dealings with the zaibatsu.

"Miss, we are here."

When the female driver, who was acting as a shrine maiden during the training trip, opened the car door, Hatsushika Ryo was still resting her head on Kuronuma Kiba's lap and refused to get up, seemingly quite resistant to her job.

Seeing this, the female driver stepped back to a considerable distance, leaving space for the two of them.

With no outsiders present, Hatsushino Ryo finally spoke.

She raised her hands and hooked them around Kuronuma's neck, her wine-red eyes meeting his gaze with an indifferent look: "Carry me up."

"Are you still a child?" Kuronuma Kiba sighed and put away his phone, got out of the car first, and then carried Hatsushino Ryo out of the car.

"No."

Hatsushika Ryo kicked off her wooden clogs and replied expressionlessly and calmly, "It's very comfortable being with Kiba."

Is it because it's too far from the world?
With these thoughts in mind, Kuronuma carried her into the spacious lobby of the building.

The marble floor was filled with the sound of hurried, forceful footsteps. Employees coming and going saw their boss being carried to work in a princess carry, with the folder in his arms falling to the ground.

"Please follow me." The female driver in the black suit stepped forward to lead the way, gesturing with her hand.

Ignoring the surprised gazes directed at him, Kuronuma followed her coldly through the hall and into the corridor leading to another building.

[Men are not permitted]
At the entrance to the corridor, there is a warning sign with striking red lettering that is cold and indifferent.

The female driver glanced back at Hatsushino Ryo, and seeing that she didn't react, smiled apologetically and said to Kuronuma Kiba, "Please don't mind, the head of the family comes to the company occasionally."

"It seems I am special."

Kuronuma shrugged, his heart as calm as the German army entering Paris, and walked into the corridor under the shocked gazes of the staff behind him, leaving them speechless.

It's perfectly normal for the head of a chaebol family to be a little strange. His father was also strange, always wearing a serious expression and rarely speaking to his family.

Moreover, he has an extraordinary obsession with inheriting the shrine, to the point that it can be described as an obsession, like a bound spirit.

Amidst a jumble of thoughts, Kuronuma followed the female driver to another building staffed only by women. With his handsome looks and gender, along with the girl he was holding, he made a great haul.

Admiring glances, shocked looks, and infatuated gasps.
Kuronuma Kiba casually carried Hatsushino Ryo into the private elevator. The female driver pressed the button for the 49th floor for him, exited the elevator, and bowed outside the slowly closing doors.

The elevator floors jumped rapidly, and through the glass, you could overlook the Tokyo Bay. As you rose higher, the shorter of the twin towers was left beneath your feet.

Looking at the blurry horizon in the distance, Kuronuma suddenly asked, "Since men are prohibited from entering this building, why did you park your car in front of it?"

"There is no gate; it was designed and built by my mother's father's father."

"What a strange design concept."

"Mmm." Hatsushiro Ryo rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes again.

Ding— With a crisp notification sound, the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.

Before me was a penthouse with the same decor as the apartment, but it didn't feel like an office at all; it was full of life.

Kuronuma Kiba placed Hatsushino Ryo on the sofa and looked around. Compared to the apartment, the decoration here was much simpler, with no personal touches except for the handheld game console lying on the coffee table.

This doesn't make sense.

Living in a place for a long time inevitably brings out some personal touches, such as the posters on the wall or favorite decorations.

In this respect, this is undoubtedly just a simple office.

No, even office workers' workstations have items that reflect their personal style, such as cups and mouse pads. The only distinctive thing here is the leftover lemon tea can in the trash can.

Kuronuma walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at Tokyo Bay and the traffic on the street below. It seemed that the world was really far away from him.

"Have you always lived here?" he suddenly asked.

“After I turned 12, I lived with my mother.”

Hatsushiro Ryo turned on the monitor screen hanging on the wall, put her legs up on the coffee table, picked up the wireless keyboard and placed it on her lap, her wine-red eyes looking intently at the newly opened report: "Ya can go upstairs to warm up."

"Don't you need me to come with you?"

"As soon as possible."

"it is good."

Kuronuma glanced at the reports on the monitor screen, which were full of headache-inducing data, but Hatsushino Ryo was flipping through them quickly, and her work efficiency seemed very high.

He walked to the refrigerator, took out two cans of lemon tea, placed one can next to Hatsushiro Ryo, and went up the stairs to the second floor of the apartment.

The room doors weren't locked, the huge gym was filled with all sorts of equipment, unwashed yoga clothes were lying on the yoga mat in front of the mirror, and there was even a swimming pool by the window.

Opposite the gym is Hatsushiro Ryo's bedroom, which contains only a 2.4-meter-wide bed and a burgundy, oddly shaped bass guitar placed in the corner; there is no other furniture.

Pushing open another door in the bedroom leads to a dressing room where the clothes worn year-round are black sleeveless vests, loose trousers, and burgundy rope-knotted wooden clogs.

There are many types of outerwear, from summer sun protection clothing to winter down jackets, with practicality being the main focus.

For Hatsushino Ryo, the sweater she was wearing today should also be considered an outerwear piece—Kuronuma Kiba thought to herself as she returned to the gym, took off her outerwear, turned on the treadmill, and started jogging to warm up.

An hour later, after finishing his warm-up, he began using mechanical equipment to loosen his muscles and joints.

Another hour passed, and his muscles were fully activated. Kuronuma pulled the metal tab on his lemon tea, drank it all in one gulp, and went downstairs to find Hatsushino Ryo.

The young lady was still working, with a business plan on the monitor screen, proposing to open a resort hotel on a small island in Tokyo Bay.

Hearing Kuronuma Kiba's footsteps coming downstairs, she turned her head and asked, tilting her head, "Ready?"

"I'm sure I can beat you this time."

"." Hatsushiro Ryo pulled her legs back, got up from the sofa, grabbed the hem of her sweater with both hands, took it off and threw it on the sofa, then turned to face him.

As she understood it, the sweater was indeed an outerwear piece, and underneath she wore a black tank top that accentuated her perfect figure.

Seeing the expectant light shining in Shikano Ryo's usually calm, wine-red eyes, Kuronuma Kiba focused his attention on her movements: "Isn't this inappropriate?"

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After thinking for a moment, Hatsushino Ryo walked barefoot towards the stairs: "Rooftop."

(End of this chapter)