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

Kuroba Shido stared at the short essay on the screen, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Could there be a trap here?"

He rubbed his smooth chin, looking like he was engaged in intense reasoning.

On the phone screen, Ritsuki Sawamura's long text was still there.

"Shido, I'm sorry, my phone was just snatched by some awful old lady. She said you're a bad person and wouldn't let me answer your calls."

"She even turned off my phone and wouldn't let me contact you. I tried really hard to get it back, but she was so vicious and went too far. She wouldn't listen to my explanation at all."

"But it's okay, I've already gotten my phone back, and I've dealt with that old lady. She can't stop me from contacting you anymore."

After reading it, Shido Kuroba's first reaction was not to be moved.

Rather, it's about being vigilant.

Because the poor boy's life experience taught him that there are no free lunches; what falls from the sky is most likely a mousetrap, specifically designed to trap poor bastards like him who don't even have a couple of coins in their pockets but still dare to look up at the sky.

Especially Rigetsu Sawamura.

When this pink-haired girl transferred money to him last time, Kuroba Shido almost thought that the rich woman had finally seen through his tough-guy act.

In that instant, he had already conceived the beginning of a novel about rich women in his mind.

The poor boy may appear tough on the surface, but he is resilient at heart. Eventually, a discerning young lady sees through his indomitable spirit and he receives his first bit of start-up capital.

Reality slapped him in the face.

Large sums.

Offshore.

Transfer error.

Bank card frozen.

Not only did Shido Kuroba not get the money, but the little dignity and cash he had left in his pocket were almost taken away by the bank's risk control department.

What kind of rich woman can see through someone's inner strength?

It's clearly a hellish scenario where a poor boy has his last two coins emptied.

Thinking of this, Shido Kuroba's expression became even more serious.

He stared at the short essay as if it were a contract of servitude that might contain hidden clauses.

but.

He looked at the apology at the beginning again.

Then I looked at "Auntie snatching a phone".

Finally, I looked at the message: "She can no longer stop me from contacting you."

Kuroba Shido remained silent.

The little pink-haired girl is a bit of a hassle.

But this statement doesn't seem like a scam.

The main issue is that scammers wouldn't portray older women as so malicious, nor would they go to such lengths to pin the blame on others.

This flavor is overcooked.

Like myself.

Kuroba Shido took a deep breath.

"never mind."

He decided to give that awful pink-haired girl another chance.

After all, one shouldn't be too heartless.

Of course, if there really is a transfer of compensation, he wouldn't completely be against forgiving her.

Kuroba Shido lowered his head and began typing rapidly.

the other side.

The hotel room.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

On the spacious hotel bed, an elegant woman lay alone, her face covered with two black eyes, half-covered by a blanket, holding a remote control in her hand, with a melodramatic idol drama playing on the TV in front of her.

On the screen, the male lead is grabbing the female lead's shoulders and yelling angrily.

Why don't you believe me!

The elegant woman was munching on a potato chip, her expression serious.

"Because you don't look like a good thing."

From the bathroom, steam was faintly seeping through the crack in the door.

Behind the frosted glass was a slender figure with long pink hair dampened by the moisture and clinging to her shoulders. She had a slim waist and white legs, though some of her features were rather ordinary. Overall, she was as beautiful as a delicate doll that hadn't yet fully grown.

Ritsuki Sawamura is taking a bath.

The elegant woman glanced towards the bathroom, then at the television, and continued munching on her potato chips.

"Hmph, little pink-haired girl."

"Taking such a long shower, people who don't know better might think you're trying to wash away your 'loser' image."

A muffled voice came from the bathroom.

"Shut up, you old hag!"

The elegant woman curled her lip.

"What's with the fierceness? A loser won't become a winner just by taking a bath."

Just then, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

hum.

The elegant woman paused in her movements.

She slowly turned her head and looked at the phone.

The screen lit up.

A message pops up.

From Shido.

The elegant woman: "???"

What a coincidence?

The elegant woman silently put down the potato chips in her hand, quickened her chewing, swallowed them with a gulp, and then casually wiped the two fingers she had used to hold the chips on her clothes.

The elegant woman's expression gradually shifted from confusion to bewilderment. Just as the little pink-haired girl went in to take a bath, Shido Kuroba received a message.

Did this kid deliberately pick this time?

But soon, the elegant woman convinced herself and nodded... No wonder she's such a damn lolicon, even the time she sends messages is so perfect, it has to be when the other person is taking a shower.

Their wolfish ambitions are known to all...

The elegant woman lay motionless on the bed.

She glanced at the bathroom first.

The sound of water is still there.

Ritsuki Sawamura clearly didn't hear it.

The elegant woman hesitated for a second, then immediately got out of bed.

She wriggled twice, crawled to the bedside table, and picked up her phone.

"Little pink-haired girl..."

She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

The phone was in her hand.

The screen is lit.

Kuroba Shido's message was in the notification bar.

The elegant woman's gaze slowly changed.

She should have immediately taken the phone to the bathroom door... That's something a great mother should do.

But... protecting her naive and innocent daughter, that silly little pink-haired girl, is also something a great mother needs to do!

Besides, she was just taking a look... nothing will happen.

Take a quick look...

After all, as a mother, she has an obligation to check whether her little pink-haired girl has been deceived by a bad man again.

This is not peeping.

This is maternal love.

The elegant woman coughed softly and began to hypnotize herself.

"I'm just taking a look."

"Just a brief reply."

"If you accidentally clicked on it, it's just a slip of the hand."

"If I accidentally replied to a message, that's just fate..."

"Fine, I looked. Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

Later, the elegant woman's tone gradually became more assertive, and in the end, she stopped pretending altogether and openly said, "I want to see this!"

She opened the chat window.

Shido Kuroba's reply appeared on the screen.

"Hmm, I understand. So, you mean all of this was the work of some evil old woman, right?"

Upon seeing these words, the elegant woman's blood pressure instantly soared to two hundred... What a wicked old lady! That damned lolicon! Believe me or not, I'll show you what a mastermind is!

The elegant woman was puffed up with anger. Her extraordinary talent, fluctuating up and down, was something Sawamura Ritsuki could only dream of. It was infuriating that the saying "big breasts, no brains" couldn't be applied to such a smart person as her...

So what if she's small? She's smart, huh!

The sound of water in the bathroom continued.

The melodramatic male protagonist on TV is still roaring.

In a fleeting moment, a thought flashed through the mind of the elegant woman, and in an instant, the thought became clear, taking its place.

The room lights fell on the elegant woman's face, making her panda eyes look particularly comical, but her smile grew increasingly sly.

"Little pink-haired girl, thank you to your wonderful, kind, and incredibly clever mom for making the right decision today!"

The noblewoman's expression hardened.

My own little pink-haired girl is a loser, that's true, she can only listen at the door, but... she's not!

Today, let's show the young people what the older generation's dating methods are like, and give them a little shock!

"Da da da..."

"Shido, do you like me?"

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Wuhu!!!