There are so many geniuses in crossover anime! What's wrong with adding me?

In places like Europe and America, where luxury goods are everywhere, it's not easy to own your own brand, no matter how small.

It was no different from the difficulty she faced as an outsider, carving out a career for herself in the traditionally classical European music scene.

However, Sakurakoji, clothing... seems a bit familiar?

She frowned, scratched the hair on the side of her head, bent her index finger and rested it on her chin, her dark eyebrows furrowed as she fell into thought.

After a while, she suddenly looked up, a glint in her eyes, staring at Sakura Koji's figure sitting on the sofa.

Everything was normal until suspicion arose. Then all the clues began to match up.

Silver-white long hair, crimson pupils, androgynous face... It's so similar—it's unmistakably the same!

This look is practically a carbon copy of that white-haired queen of the fashion world and her husband!

"White-haired gentleman, could it be that your parents are...?"

"What's wrong?"

"If I may be so bold as to ask, is your mother named Luna Sakurakoji, and your father named Yusei Ookura?" Touma Yoko looked at the person in front of her with a complicated expression and suspicion.

"Do you know them?" Sakura Koji was surprised; this was the first time someone had guessed his family background, and it was the first time they had met.

Because his mother rarely appears in public, even though many people know her, very few have actually seen her.

Moreover, although he is a wealthy celebrity, ordinary people who are not in the same industry would not pay any attention to someone whose name is ranked low on the list.

Even the richest person in a neighboring country might not be known by many people.

Yoko Touma was able to guess this because music and fashion design both belong to the arts. In addition, her frequent wearing of high-end clothing and endorsement of luxury brands have given her some knowledge of the fashion and luxury goods industry.

"So that's how it is? Ah..." Touma Yoko let out her only genuine sigh of the day, propping her head up with her hand to keep it from drooping.

She had expected that the child's family should have some assets, since they seemed to live a life of luxury, but she didn't expect it to be this bad.

If it were someone else, they might not have been able to directly connect this clue to this conclusion, but she was slightly different.

Contrary to her outward appearance and personality, she is actually a person with deep feelings for her homeland.

Therefore, as one of the few Japanese pianists who has also shone brightly on the international stage, when she was working alone abroad, she couldn't help but pay more attention to other outstanding leaders in various fields in Japan, and Luna Sakurakoji was one of them.

Although the other party's main activities are in the United States, they and their studios will send representatives to participate in the four major fashion shows held every year.

Especially in recent years, she has become increasingly famous, and each time she produces a work that sets a trend. This inevitably attracted her attention even more, and she has seen her and her husband on several occasions.

She never imagined that the boy Kazusa had mentioned was actually their child, and a thousand thoughts flooded her mind. How did they even meet?

For ordinary people, she would certainly be considered a successful person and a wealthy individual, with a respectable social standing. If her daughter were to choose someone, she wouldn't have any objections, no matter how ordinary the other person's family background or how difficult their life story, as long as they were someone she could entrust her daughter to.

But now... it's no exaggeration to say that the other party's family assets are dozens of times greater than theirs.

Moreover, if she remembered correctly, his father's family was a world-renowned conglomerate and collector.

She was already unworthy of him in every way, and now she couldn't even compare in terms of family background... She looked at Touma Kazusa on the sofa, who was completely unaware of this and only knew how to act as a decorative vase, and felt worried about her daughter's future.

If there's really no hope, at least don't get too involved. If you're just treating it as a casual relationship, then it's fine.

But what troubles her most is that Touma Kazusa's personality is completely different from hers, and sometimes she is terribly stubborn—she really can't predict what will happen to her.

"What happened to them?" Sakurakoji Saiki's heart skipped a beat when she suddenly mentioned them and then sighed, not understanding why.

"No, it's nothing." Touma Yoko instantly regained her usual attitude, smiling and shaking her head. "It's just that they are very famous in their respective fields, so I've heard a lot about them. I really hope I can meet them someday."

"Ha... But when it comes to being famous, I think you, Aunt Yoko, are just as good as them."

"Perhaps in terms of achievements, but commercially... well, the ceiling for performance is relatively low." She gave a slight wry smile. "Never mind, let's not talk about this. It's almost noon, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"Which hotel would you like to eat at for lunch? Order whatever you like, anything goes, it's on me today!"

"And Kazusa! How long are you going to stay there? You haven't even done basic washing up yet, it's outrageous!"

"Hi, hi." Touma Kazusa leisurely got up and answered casually in her magnetic voice, preparing to go to the restroom through the connecting corridor outside.

After taking a few steps, she stopped, slowly turned around, and looked hesitantly at Sakurakoji Saiki.

"What's wrong?" Sakurakoji Sai asked, tilting his head to look back.

Hearing his question, she slowly offered her opinion, her posture a little embarrassed: "It's just... that one from last time, is that not allowed?"

"Last time?" He didn't know what she was talking about for a moment.

"...Never mind if I can't remember." She scratched her smooth black stockings with a hint of frustration and gave up, then turned and left.

"What is this child talking about? Who would understand what she's saying?" Touma Yoko was even more confused.

Sakurakoji watched her disappearing figure, resting his chin on his hand in thought.

He and Touma Youko were just talking about a few things, some of which were related to her, and some were from last time...

It turned out to be the case.

He lowered his arm, chuckled helplessly, and understood what she meant. Seriously, this girl is so awkward; she should just say what she wants.

However, he could understand that it was indeed inappropriate for his guest to do that; she had that much common sense.

But this common sense still can't overcome instinct, is that what you mean?

After figuring it out, he got up and walked outside. He knew without even looking that the mother and daughter couldn't possibly have prepared anything in advance.

"Aunt Yaozi, I'm going out for a bit. We won't be going out for lunch."

"Aha?"

Leaving a bewildered Touma Yoko alone in the living room, he followed Touma Kazusa as they left.

……

"So, is this what you wanted?"

At noon, the only three people in the huge villa gathered at the dining table in the dining room, and Sakurakoji jokingly asked Touma Kazusa a question.

Yoko Touma, who had no idea before, now understands exactly what's going on.

"What? So you want the white-haired man to cook for you personally, Kazusa? The white-haired man is a guest. How could you say something like that?" she questioned her reproachfully.

"...I never said that's what I meant; that's how he interpreted it." Touma Kazusa had just finished washing up, and her pink cheeks, like a lotus emerging from water, looked even more beautiful than before. It seemed she wasn't going to admit that it was her fault.

But from her slightly changed expression and tone, one could vaguely hear her happiness that he understood the meaning behind her words.

"Alright, alright, it's my own choice, isn't it? Please do me the honor of tasting the food I've prepared for you, Lord Touma!" Sakurakoji stood up and gave a butler's salute, playing along with her act of feigning ignorance.

"Since you put it that way, I'll give you face." Touma Kazusa suppressed a smile and picked up her bowl and chopsticks rather impatiently.

"What can I say to you, child..."

"Well, please don't mind it, Aunt Yoko. Anyway, I cook sometimes, so it's nothing." Sakurakoji stopped her from dwelling on the matter. "Instead of this, it's better to eat it while it's hot."

“Yes, yes, that’s it.” Touma Kazusa nodded nonchalantly.

"I'll teach you a lesson later!"

Touma Kazusa stuck out her tongue at him, accusing him of her behavior.

'You deserve it.' He mouthed back, which made her so angry that she started acting like a pufferfish.

"Then I'll try White-Haired Jun's cooking. This looks just as good as the signature dishes of a five-star hotel. I can't believe it was made at home. I never knew you had such a skill." Even she couldn't help but be surprised as she focused her attention on the table.

Although she has eaten countless delicacies in her life, because she was born into a wealthy family, in terms of housework skills, she can only sit at the same table as Touma Kazusa.

She picked up a slice of meat and put it in her mouth. After a while, she covered her mouth and commented, "Five ants!"

"Did you really do this, White-haired Lord?!"

"You're still a long way from old age, how come you're already getting old and blind? Who else could it be but him? Could it be me?" Touma Kazusa made a precise sarcastic remark, while secretly enjoying the fact that she was surprised—even though it was Sakurakoji Sai who was cooking.

But Sakurakoji's talent surprised her, which was the same as her surprise at her—that's what she thought.

"This joke isn't funny at all... If you make a move, our house will probably only have the yard left, right?" Touma Yoko launched a counterattack, but her hands kept moving.

"Hmph." Although she wanted to refute it, unfortunately, she was right about that.

Next, the two stopped talking and began another round of competition—fighting over each other's favorite dishes, even though there were plenty of them on the table.

Perhaps this is their unique way of expressing love.

……

After dinner,

When Touma Yoko left under an excuse, leaving only the two of them in the living room, Touma Kazusa patted her flat stomach, which was still full from eating—even at this moment, her figure hadn't changed much, which was infuriating.

"Hey, let me ask you a question." Perhaps feeling bored, she spoke first.

"What?" Sakurakoji Sai, troubled by carbohydrates and lunchtime, now felt a bit sleepy.

Why do you call her Yoko and me Touma?

"Hmm?" He suddenly perked up, his white eyelashes fluttering as he looked over there.

"What, are you jealous?"

"Who, who's jealous! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kick you!" Her delicate oval face was flushed crimson for what seemed like the umpteenth time today.

"Wasn't it because you disagreed when I told you it was about time to call her by her name last time?" He ignored her and passed the buck back, but his eyes were scrutinizing her with great interest.

Although she is both troublesome and arrogant, the contrast of her being jealous of even her own mother is sometimes really cute.

"..." She fell silent briefly, seemingly recalling what happened the previous night.

After a while, she said, "Last time is last time. Since you call me mother by my first name, there's no reason why you should keep using my surname. That's very strange."

"And you also have feelings for Ogiso..."

"what do you mean?"

Touma Kazusa glared at him, clearly annoyed by his frequent feigned ignorance: "I'm telling you to call me by my name from now on! Do you understand?"

Sakurakoji was pleased with her reaction, so he prepared to please her as well: "Understood, Kazusa."

"!!!"

The power of those words seemed to exceed her expectations, so much so that she left the living room through the corridor without even saying goodbye, leaving behind her bright red, blood-red earlobes.

P.S.: I know everyone's unhappy about today's late update, but considering I've written 1.2 words in three chapters, you won't scold me, right? (cute emoji)

Volume 1: Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 171 It Doesn't Matter If Things Get a Mess

"Mo, where did Kazusa go? Is it really appropriate to leave you here alone, White-haired Lord?"

In front of the villa's entrance, Touma Yoko sternly rebuked her wayward daughter for her last-minute escape.

She had deliberately given the two of them time and space, but when she came back, one of them was gone and the other was leaving. What a waste of her good intentions!

"Don't say that, Aunt Yoko. Anyway, I've finished my mission and was about to leave anyway." Sakurakoji changed into brown leather boots and smiled indifferently at her.

"I'm so sorry, White-haired Lord, I've troubled you to come all this way to see her again today, and to cook for her. I don't even know how to face you now." Her brows were full of apology.

"Ah, but your cooking is really good! If I could eat it every day, I'd never want to go back to Vienna!"

“Thank you for your compliment, but it was all my own choice, so you don’t need to feel any pressure.” Sakurakoji Sai turned around and pushed open the heavy door. “Then I’ll take my leave now. Goodbye, Aunt Yoko.”

"Ah, there's one more thing!" Touma Yoko urgently pleaded with him to stay just as he was about to leave.

"Ok?"

"Well, listen to me, White-haired Lord." Her tone was hesitant, her soft voice carrying a hint of difficulty in speaking.

Even when facing top billionaires and industry leaders, she's never seemed this awkward. How many years ago was the last time she was like this?

She pondered for a short but not long time, then looked directly into Sakurakoji Takayuki's eyes and spoke softly, "Although you may think this is just my side of the story as a mother."

"But that child, although she has a bad temper, acts strangely, and is sometimes very willful, is still a good child at heart. I hope you won't dislike her."

"Because you might be her only friend... Although Kazusa won't admit it, I can tell."

Sakurakoji felt her seriousness and put away his flippant attitude, straightened his expression, and answered earnestly with a smile: "Yes, I know."

"Is that so...that's good." Seeing that he didn't seem reluctant or fake, Touma Yoko breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well,” he smiled casually, “that’s not it. I won’t become friends with Touma… Kazusa.”

"But there's one thing you're wrong about, Aunt Yoko."