Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

At the Japanese restaurant, Riki Sawamura and the elegant lady were nearing the end of their meal.

The plates in front of the bar were piled high with sashimi, sushi, grilled items, and miso soup, almost completely devoured by the two of them. The chef's gaze towards them gradually shifted from initial professional politeness to a silent awe at their stomach capacity.

Ritsuki Sawamura sat in a seat towards the back. Her pink hair was a little smoother, and her dark circles hadn't completely disappeared, but she looked much better than when she first entered the store.

The elegant woman touched her already round belly, her face still maintaining its grace.

Just ignore the pile of empty plates in front of her.

She was still that elegant lady.

The chef placed the last two pieces of bluefin tuna belly sushi in front of them. The fish fat glistened beautifully under the light, as if to mark the end of this effort to restore their strength.

The elegant woman's eyes lit up slightly.

"pretty."

Ritsuki Sawamura glanced at her.

"Auntie, are you still eating?"

The elegant woman coughed softly, her posture dignified.

"Little pink-haired girl, the ending is a ritual."

"You've already done this eight times already."

"Life cannot be without rituals."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

She's too lazy to correct the old lady anymore.

Anyway, when it comes to women, they'll find all sorts of high-sounding reasons to eat, such as restoring their strength, replenishing their energy, taking the last bite, or for the sake of ritual.

The final conclusion is the same.

eat.

The elegant woman picked up a piece of sushi, opened her mouth, and stuffed it in.

Elegant posture.

The movements were swift.

The main theme is the perfect coexistence of nobility and starving ghost reincarnation in the same person.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and enjoy the moment, a sharp explosion suddenly came from outside the store.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The sound pierced through the night, through the shop door, through the originally quiet and elegant air of the Japanese restaurant, and went straight into the ears of the noblewoman like an electric drill.

The elegant woman trembled on the spot.

The sushi got stuck.

Her elegance vanished instantly, her eyes widened, and her entire face began to turn red at a visible speed.

Ritsuki Sawamura: "?"

The elegant woman covered her neck with one hand and frantically patted her chest with the other.

"Ugh... Ugh!"

The chef was startled.

Ritsuki Sawamura was also stunned.

The elegant woman started grabbing at the table, making a mess of chopsticks, napkins, soy sauce dishes, and menus. In the end, somehow she found a bottle of sake.

She no longer cared about being elegant.

Gudong.

Gudong.

Gudong.

After downing a few sips of sake, the elegant lady finally managed to swallow the piece of bluefin tuna belly sushi.

She leaned on the table, panting heavily.

Almost.

I almost died from a piece of sushi.

What kind of death is this?

The mother of the loser pink-haired girl was killed by a combination of bluefin tuna belly sushi and screams outside the store?

If this kind of news headline really gets out, how will she ever be able to hold her head high in high society again?

The first thing the elegant lady did after recovering was not to reflect on why she had eaten so quickly.

She suddenly stood up.

"Who is it?!"

Ritsuki Sawamura looked up.

"An old lady?"

The elegant woman was aggressive, her eyes blazing with an extremely unladylike anger.

"Who's so rude, yelling like that outside in the middle of the night!"

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

When you were choking just now, it didn't seem much more elegant than screaming.

But the elegant woman was no longer listening.

Right now, all she can think about is revenge.

The mastermind.

Today, I must show them what the ruthless power of a mature, sophisticated woman is all about.

She pushed back the chair, stomped out in her high heels, her back view aggressive... Do you even know what a triad is?

The shop door was opened.

The night wind suddenly rushed in.

The elegant woman rushed out the door, just about to pinpoint the culprit behind the scream, when she suddenly spotted two people leaving near a barbecue stall not far away.

A handsome boy using a cane.

A beautiful woman who looks like a typical office worker.

The woman seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown, while the boy walked very calmly with his cane, as if nothing had happened.

The elegant woman narrowed her eyes.

Is that them?

No, that scream just now sounded like it came from a woman.

Just as she was about to pass by, the boy with the cane in front of her suddenly stopped.

As if remembering something, he suddenly turned around, braced himself with his crutch, and moved with a speed that belied his injury, hopping back to the barbecue stall.

The elegant woman: "???"

Is this leg injured or not?

Then she saw the boy rush to the table and grab the big black rat that was still lying on the table eating kebabs.

The big black rat had a small piece of roasted corn in its mouth, clearly engaged in a very important feeding activity.

Without hesitation, the boy stuffed the big black rat into his backpack pocket.

"Eating at this hour!"

The big black rat poked its head out of the pocket.

"squeak!"

The boy looked down at it.

"Your wife and kids are waiting for you. Can't you have some sense of responsibility as the head of the family?"

The big black rat: "Squeak!"

The boy pushed its head back in.

"Opposition is ineffective; family matters take priority."

An elegant woman stood at the entrance of a Japanese restaurant, a question mark slowly appearing above her head.

Is this normal?

Discussing family responsibility with a mouse?

And did the mouse respond?

wrong.

The key question is why the boy could so naturally put the mouse into his pocket?

Have the social relationships of young people here become so complex that they involve interspecies family ethics?

The elegant woman originally came out to seek revenge.

But after seeing this scene, she suddenly forgot what revenge she wanted to take.

She even felt that the scream she had just heard wasn't as outrageous as this scene.

The pretty woman, who had a strong sense of being a corporate slave, reached out and grabbed the boy, as if she wanted him to leave quickly.

The boy then grabbed a skewer of unfinished toasted bread slices from the table and stuffed them into his backpack pocket.

"Pack it up, we can't waste it."

The woman seemed to have broken down again, muttering something in a low voice.

The elegant woman didn't hear clearly.

But she saw the boy, leaning on a cane, with the woman and a large black rat in his schoolbag, quickly disappear at the intersection.

The elegant woman stood there, silent for a long time.

Forget it.

Let's put revenge aside for now.

This excitement is more important.

She turned and went back to the Japanese restaurant, having already prepared more than a dozen exaggerated descriptions in her mind, intending to tell her little pink-haired girl exactly what she had just seen.

Inside the shop, Ritsuki Sawamura was still sitting in her original seat.

The screen of her phone lit up briefly, then quickly went dark again.

Ritsuki Sawamura kept her head down, her expression hidden in the shadows of the light, making it difficult to see clearly.

The elegant woman was completely unaware of her unusual behavior.

She had barely sat down when she couldn't wait to speak.

"Liyue, guess what I saw outside?"

Ritsuki Sawamura did not answer.

The elegant woman didn't need her to answer.

She's now bursting with the urge to share, completely absorbed in that outrageous scene from just now.

"That group was really weird. That handsome boy had already left, but then he suddenly ran back and stuffed that big black rat into his pocket!"

Ritsuki Sawamura remained silent, looking down at her phone.

The elegant woman became more and more excited as she spoke.

"And he even said to the mouse, 'Eating at a time like this? Your wife and kids are waiting for you. Can't you have any sense of responsibility as the head of the household?'"

Ritsuki Sawamura's fingers twitched slightly.

The elegant lady was not seen.

She was still talking to herself.

"Do you think this is normal? A mouse, a wife and kids, the head of the household—that boy was speaking so earnestly, and the mouse was even squeaking, as if it really understood!"

Her gaze fell on the phone on the table, and the hand holding it trembled slightly, as if she were afraid of something...

The screen lit up again at some point.

The elegant lady finally got tired of talking and looked down to see that there was only one piece of bluefin tuna belly sushi left on the table.

That was another piece left over after she choked.

The elegant woman looked at the piece of sushi, her gaze gradually becoming serious.

That was an accident.

This time, she's going to prove herself.

A dignified and elegant lady cannot be defeated by sushi.

She picked up a piece of sushi, put it in her mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

well.

It tastes great.

Victory belongs to her.

next second.

Suddenly, Riki Sawamura, who was standing nearby, let out a sharp, explosive sound.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The elegant woman: "???"

The sushi got stuck again.

Help! ! !