Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

"This is just a record of a good life. She and I are absolutely innocent. She twisted her ankle and I helped her massage it. The reason I did that was because I used too much force. Mizuki, do you think I'm some kind of hentai anime protagonist? Doing this kind of thing in the school infirmary?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue got angry when she heard him say that: "Do you think there's any difference between you and the male protagonist of hentai anime?"

“Since there’s no difference, Mizuki, let’s talk about how to soothe your brother’s wounded heart.” Han Chuan You stepped forward with a grin.

"Appease? Okay, do you want me to cure you completely?"

With a forced smile, Han Chuan Meiyue pulled out a kitchen knife from the knife rack and deftly chopped the carrot on the cutting board.

Han Chuanyou's eyes instantly cleared: "I'll get out right now."

"Ah……"

……

On the bustling streets of Shinjuku, Hanchuan You went out alone. It was Mizuki's birthday soon, and he planned to find out what he could give her.

Actually, packing yourself in a box and offering yourself to Mizuki is a great idea.

He wasn't just bragging; in Meiyue's eyes, absolutely nothing could compare to him, and he could let Meiyue do whatever she wanted with him.

But he was afraid that instead of eating him, Mizuki would beat him up.

Therefore, I'll decide to give myself as a gift to Mizuki later.

Han Chuanyou looked up at the rather intense sun and sighed.

Thinking about what gift to give is quite torturous for him, who suffers from decision-making difficulties.

You can't just send a consolation gift, can you?

No, that won't work either. Thinking about the possible consequences, he couldn't help but shudder. He was afraid that it might end up being used on him.

As he approached the mall, the air conditioning inside made him squint, and he felt much more refreshed.

It was the weekend, and the mall was mostly filled with couples or groups of students strolling around.

It can be a bit lonely to wander around alone.

I regret not calling the Minister out, and also Miss Kujo.

The young lady hasn't come to school these past two days, saying she's been dealing with family matters. The Kujo family's business is gradually being handed over to her, and she needs to be involved in everything.

The young lady from a prominent family is really busy.

I've missed you a little after not seeing you for a few days.

He took out his phone and tapped on the black cat profile picture: [Are you there?]

The message was quickly marked as read after it was sent.

[Kujou Kitsuneha: "Are you there?" is a common opening line that usually implies "I miss you."]

Han Chuan You smiled slightly:

【Yes, Fox Feather, I miss you】

He shot a straight ball, convinced he couldn't break through the opponent's defense.

Sure enough, the message showed as read, and the young lady remained silent for a long time.

A victorious smile appeared on Han Chuanyou's lips as he continued typing: [Mizuki's birthday is in two days. As a girl, can you give me some advice?]

In a top-floor office of a building in Chiyoda Ward, Kujo Kitsune sat behind a large desk. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her beautiful face and casting a pale golden glow on her features.

She stared at the previous message from Han Chuanyou, her eyes slightly lowered, her fair face revealing little expression.

Han Chuanyou's face flashed through her mind. She rested her hand on her beautiful chin, her fair fingertips tapping the screen: [Tell me your location, I'll have Hongye come pick you up]

As the heir to the Kujo family, she had to gradually take over all affairs before her mother retired, and she had been living here almost all these days.

She hadn't felt anything amiss while engrossed in family affairs, but being interrupted by this guy made her suddenly realize how incredibly boring these past few days had been.

It wouldn't be bad to have Han Chuanyou come over to cheer me up.

Upon seeing this message, Han Chuanyou couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Never mind, I'll go take a look. There's no rush to buy anything.

He sent his location.

Soon, Hongye drove over.

Han Chuanyou opened the door, got into the car, and greeted them.

"Red leaves, it's been a long time."

"Um."

Hongye, in the driver's seat, simply nodded without saying anything more and started the car.

Han Chuanyou looked surprised: "Haven't seen you for a while, why have you suddenly become so cold?"

Hongye hesitated for a moment before speaking, "The young lady doesn't allow us servants to have much contact with you."

Hanchuan is at a loss for words.

The young lady may seem indifferent, but she actually cares about it terribly deep down.

So cute!

As expected, the young lady has a strong possessive streak.

He said nonchalantly, "Oh, really? Don't listen to her. I'll talk to her for you when I get there."

Hongye looked puzzled; only the young man before her could say such things so brazenly.

What's the difference between this and me going to the Middle East and telling Hu Xijin to stop the fighting?

She couldn't help but shiver.

"Young Master Han Chuan, you'd better not, otherwise if the young lady finds out I complained, she'll definitely dock my pay."

"She's gone too far! If she really docks your pay, I'll go and beat her up and see if she dares to do it again."

Han Chuanyou took a bottle of soda water from the car refrigerator, unscrewed it, and took a sip, just like he was in his own car.

Hongye fell silent again: "Young Master Hanchuan, please spare me."

If the young lady gets a spanking because of herself, she definitely won't live much longer.

She, Hongye, was still determined to survive and had no intention of becoming a victim of their flirting.

Han Chuan You sighed: "Hongye, haven't you noticed that your young lady is usually quite easy to get along with? Sometimes she's even quite cute."

You wouldn't say that if you'd seen how terrifying the young lady's demeanor was when she ordered the execution of those traitors...

Hongye could only dream about it.

The car drove to a grand building in Chiyoda Ward and finally entered the underground parking lot through an entrance on the side of the building.

Looking around through the car window, Han Chuan You exclaimed, "This building is so big, it can't all belong to the Kujo family, can it?"

"No."

Hongye shook her head.

"I knew it."

Just as Hanchuan You was about to say that taking over a building like the one in Chiyoda Ward was indeed unrealistic, he heard Hongye add more details.

"It's not just this one building; the eight surrounding buildings, plus the entire plot of land, all belong to the Kujo family."

Han Chuan You remained silent for a moment.

My apologies.

Those despicable capitalists!

To cover his embarrassment, he could only try to steer the conversation: "With so many buildings, there must be a lot of businesses inside. It must be very difficult to manage them."

"Yes." Hongye nodded. "Miss has been working very hard these days. Please take good care of her, Young Master Hanchuan."

"I will handle it."

Managing them would be such a hassle, which is why Han Chuan You doesn't want to buy so many buildings.

Han Chuanyou followed Hongye into the private elevator, which climbed all the way up and finally stopped on the forty-third floor, the top floor of the building.

The moment the elevator doors opened was somewhat unexpected for Han Chuanyou.

He had initially thought it would be a cold, impersonal company office area, but upon entering, it felt more like a top-tier luxury mansion located at the pinnacle of the city.

The floor is paved with warm, light gray marble, and the ceiling features a minimalist design without a main light fixture. The interplay of light and shadow is just right, making the open-plan living room look extremely spacious. Through the huge glass curtain wall, the entire city of Tokyo lies at your feet.

He stood before the glass curtain wall, where he could see the Tokyo Tower and Skytree in the distance, the rows of high-rise buildings nearby, and the faintly visible mountain ridgeline in the distance.

This is probably what it feels like to stand at the top of society, with a sense of looking down on all the mountains.

Hongye walked to a dark wooden door and raised her hand to ring the doorbell.

"Young Miss, Young Master Han Chuan has arrived."

A moment later, a slightly languid voice came from inside the door: "Let him in."

Hongye turned back to Han Chuanyou, who was admiring the view outside the window with his hands behind his back: "Young Miss wants you to come over."

"Not only did they not greet you personally, but they treated you like a servant."

Han Chuanyou turned around, complained, and walked towards the room.

Push open the door.

The interior finally had a bit of an office feel to it.

Kujou Kitsune sat behind a large solid wood desk. The desk was very tidy, with only a computer beside it and some files.

One side of the room features a row of dark wood bookshelves, neatly stacked with various documents and books, while the other side has a set of understated leather sofas, with an open magazine on the coffee table.

Kujou Kitsune rested her chin on her crossed hands. Seeing him enter, a smirk played on her lips. She straightened up, beckoned to him, and said in a commanding tone:

"come over."

“Just sit here. You’re making me feel like a subordinate who reports to you.”

Han Chuanyou sat down on the sofa and leaned back; the high-end sofa was quite comfortable.

Nine Fox Feathers looked helpless, got up and walked towards him. Finally, she sat down next to him, leaning lazily against his chest, her eyes slightly narrowed, and her whole body relaxed.

She said with some dissatisfaction, "It's so troublesome just to lean on you for a little while."

Han Chuan You played with the girl's soft hair with his fingers:

"I don't know if it's a habit or what, but you people in high positions always only say half of what you mean. Who knows what you mean?"

"is it?"

Kujou no Kouyu said anything more, but slowly got up, stared at the boy beside her with her beautiful eyes, and slowly raised her leg and placed it on him.

Han Chuanyou consciously reached his hand into her skirt, his fingers gliding over the soft flesh of her thigh, hooking the edge of her stockings, and slowly pulling them down.

The girl leaned back against the cushion, a meaningful smile playing on her lips: "But I haven't said anything yet, and you're already acting on your own?"

Han Chuanyou paused, somewhat embarrassed:

"These are not the same thing."

The girl chuckled softly: "Heh... a man so pathetic, his lower body is smarter than his brain."

“…Miss Kujo, I want to spank your butt.”

The boy's impotent rage was once again met with a mocking laugh from the girl.

"Snapped!"

Kujou Kitsune, clutching the outside of her thigh, fell silent, a blush rising on her cheeks: "Pervert."

Chapter 152 The Minister's Head is Heavy, The Great Evolution Heavenly Secret Technique

"You're so twisted, yet you can't live without me. I wonder if you're just as twisted?"

Han Chuanyou played with her delicate toes, the pads of his fingers feeling soft and elastic, like translucent light pink pearls.

Nine fox feathers squinted, and the strange touch made her emit an alluring nasal sound.

Unable to bear his actions any longer, the girl pulled her foot out of his grasp, her tone slightly reproachful: "How much do you like my feet?"

"You won't let me touch anywhere else either."