There is an old saying on a yacht: Are you kidding me? Bastard!
Jiang Jian Yue’s internal state was more or less the same.
“Since your wings are so strong, I won’t stop you from pursuing your so-called ‘Freedom to Love’ either.”
“Diplomatic Immunity? Aristocratic Life? These have never been normal or rightful things!”
“I’ll take them all back!”
“It’s time for you to see what social reality really means.”
When Morita Ao released that recording of the man, cold to the point of being merciless, Jiang Jian Yue only felt that the white earth was so clean.
“Missy…You… Maybe you should still apologize to the Master of the House.”
“As long as Missy yields, Master of the House will definitely retract this order.”
Morita Ao bowed slightly, not daring to look at Jiang Jian Yue’s expression at that moment.
What kind of expression could Jiang Jian Yue have on her face?
Nothing but dull eyes, utterly lifeless, as if she’d been played to exhaustion.
Apologize?
That’s right, as long as I apologize…
A faint light flickered deep in Jiang Jian Yue’s pupils.
But the hand hovering over the phone was trembling.
It was as if an invisible force gripped her muscles, making it impossible to exert any strength.
A clear voice echoed by her ear: Would someone called ‘adult’ be defeated by such a level of threat?
Would more than a decade of Aristocratic Life really turn her into a tail-wagging, begging dog?
Is your so-called dignity really that worthless, Miss Jiang Jian?
“See reality”?
In her previous life, after being scolded by her boss at work, cursed by clients, and only getting home at midnight after overtime, she could still happily search for three hours of videos on her bed.
She had long trained herself to ignore this kind of bitter reality.
Could this level of torture stop me?
Her finger dropped, tapping lightly on the screen—not opening the contact list, but more like knocking at random.
Jiang Jian Yue glanced back at the image on the screen and spoke casually.
“Fine.”
“Eh?”
A trace of panic flashed across Morita Ao’s face, then he saw Missy stand up and stretch her body.
“Can I take some things?”
“Wait…things can still be discussed, you just need to—”
“Enough!”
Jiang Jian Yue stopped him sharply.
Even though she was close to 1.6 meters tall, at that moment, she still looked down on the bowing Morita Ao, her gaze icy cold.
“Did you think I…was an idiot?”
Morita Ao—obviously so confident outside—showed weakness at this time.
A clumsy act of playing both good cop and bad cop.
Jiang Jian Yue ignored Morita Ao, who was sweating profusely in front of her, and stored the computer along with the display and live-streaming equipment into her Space.
She went to the cloakroom and took a few sets of underwear.
Her gaze fell on a black dress, worn only once, during her first unofficial date with Yuki Asahi.
Jiang Jian Yue hesitated, then stored that in Space as well.
“Kana~”
She walked toward the elevator without looking back, bidding farewell to her small nest with great ease.
So-called adults are just this calm and unhesitant when leaving.
***
“Yeah, Yue really left.”
Nine-Tails Seiji looked at the night view outside the glass window.
The girl’s figure had long disappeared.
On the other end of the phone, a man let out a deep sigh.
“I don’t even know whether to feel sad or happy.”
“I just meant to scare her, but things ended up like this… Hah, actually, it’s pretty much my style.”
The man quickly recovered from his gloom; the tone of his words was entirely different.
“Yue having her own personality is a good thing.”
Nine-Tails Seiji commented at the right moment, lifting his coffee and taking a small sip.
“Yeah~”
The man clearly agreed.
“If she really became a good girl, she wouldn’t be fit to inherit the company. She needs that daring spirit to fight!”
When the man mentioned ‘inheriting the company’, a strange, hidden look flashed through Nine-Tails Seiji’s calm gray eyes.
Then it quickly faded, and he spoke in his usual mild tone.
“You really don’t have to worry about this. I saw the planning proposal Yue wrote in a short time, and I can say responsibly that I was completely defeated.”
“Oh?”
The man was a little surprised.
Nine-Tails Seiji could almost hear the sound of his clothes and chair as he sat up straight.
“Let’s hear it.”
“My proposal is like some obscure international sports event no one cares about, while Yue’s…is more like a grand carnival.”
Nine-Tails Seiji’s well-defined fingers lightly brushed the handwriting on the document.
“I think combining the two would be best.”
His gaze landed on a small doodle of a cat in the corner of the page, and an unconscious softness appeared on his face.
“She even thought about a mascot.”
What does [JB Cat] mean, written beside the doodle?
He could understand ‘cat’ because it was in Chinese characters.
But ‘JB’…Justin Bieber? Jack Bruce? Jerusalem Bible?
“Good, very good, then I’m relieved.”
The man added,
“Since Yue is outside, you need to take care of her more.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let Yue suffer any grievance.”
“Since I can’t stop their Freedom to Love either… Seiji, do you have confidence?”
Nine-Tails Seiji paused.
He had never seen that child as a rival.
“Of course, I’ll make Yue fall in love with me.”
Nine-Tails Seiji replied with a light laugh, full of confidence.
“As for that brat, who cares?”
***
Night Tokyo, night Tokyo~
Jiang Jian Yue hummed a strange tune as she passed a pork cutlet restaurant with a delicious aroma, unconsciously stopping in her tracks.
She looked inside her storage Space—clothes, cameras and accessories, medicine, computer and accessories, student ID, backpack, stealth wristwatch, RGO Grenade, AK74U and P320 with their magazines—among all these, which could give her a full meal?
Of course, none!
Because she had no money!
0 Yen Tokyo Circle Survival Challenge, officially begins.
Surely no one has actually starved to death in a Japanese city, right?
No way, right?
No way?
Dong—
A ringtone set for Yuki Asahi sounded in her pocket, and Jiang Jian Yue quickly pulled out her phone.
“Senpai didn’t report being safe?”
“That kind of thing doesn’t matter.”
Jiang Jian Yue didn’t mention being kicked out of her home.
No, it wasn’t being kicked out—it was her resigning from the Jiang family!
“If you miss me, just say it. No need to rack your brains for another reason.”
“Hehe.”
Hehe, my ass.
Jiang Jian Yue didn’t intend to suck Yuki Asahi’s blood and become his parasite—after all, she was an adult.
How could she have the face to do such a thing?
I’ll survive on my own effort.
***
Half an hour later, Ikebukuro.
Amid the passionate music of a street performance band, the girl held up a sign written with a marker—one man-yen!
Of course, it wasn’t some kind of rounded price, but…
“One man-yen? Seriously.”
Two fashionable young men walking by were stopped in their tracks by the price.
Then, they noticed the words underneath: You can punch me for ten minutes.
“Eh?”
That sounded even crazier than a rounded price.
This kind of ‘begging job’ where you pay to hit someone wasn’t common, but it did exist.
However, usually, it was a muscular young man with obvious signs of working out.
But this girl in front of them attracted attention just by standing there, doing nothing.
The two boys looked at each other, both seeing disbelief in each other’s eyes.
A silver-gray-haired youth squatted down, carefully examining the words on the sign, then looked up at the girl’s exquisite but expressionless face.
“Hey, Miss, are you serious?”
The silver-haired guy spoke with a teasing tone.
“One man-yen? Hit you for ten minutes? With that little body of yours, you can’t last even a minute, can you?”
Jiang Jian Yue didn’t even lift her eyelids, her voice as flat as reading out a menu.
“Pay, and the timer starts.”
“Anywhere is fine.”
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the shopping bags in their hands.
“Equivalent food is okay too.”
This only left the two more confused.
Another boy in a ripped denim jacket leaned closer to his friend and whispered,
“Kun, is this chick…a little crazy? She doesn’t look short of money.”
They noticed that Jiang Jian Yue’s clothes didn’t seem cheap.
“Who knows? Tokyo has all kinds of weirdos.”
The silver-haired youth called Kun stood up, pulled out his wallet, took out a one man-yen bill, and waved it in front of Jiang Jian Yue.
“I’ve got the money, but I need to make sure this isn’t a scam, right? After I hit you, will a bunch of muscle-bound guys jump out and drag me to the police?”
Jiang Jian Yue finally gave him a direct look.
The coldness in her alluring eyes wavered slightly, as if laced with mockery.
“If you’re scared, don’t play.”
This contemptuous attitude instantly ignited Kun’s fighting spirit.
“Who’s scared!”
Kun crumpled the bill into a ball and threw it at Jiang Jian Yue, where it fell at her feet.
“Ten minutes! Keep your word!”
“You’re really going to hit her?”
The boy in the denim jacket panicked and tried to stop him.
“Relax, I know my limits!”
Kun flexed his wrist, a twisted smile of both cruelty and curiosity on his face as he stepped closer to Jiang Jian Yue.
“Little sister, are you ready?”
Before he finished, he suddenly lifted his foot and kicked hard at Jiang Jian Yue’s shin!
The move was fast and vicious—obviously he’d trained or had street fighting experience.
Bang!
The expected scream and collapse didn’t occur.
She only frowned slightly, as if something annoying had bumped her.
Kun’s face went pale.
He felt as if his toe had slammed into a piece of leather-wrapped hardwood.
Jiang Jian Yue looked up, expressionless.
“Continue, don’t stop.”
The crowd grew, pointing and talking about this strange scene.
The street band’s music seemed uncomfortably noisy.
“Damn it!”
A Cheng couldn’t bear it, his pride deeply provoked.
He stopped holding back, swinging his fist at Jiang Jian Yue’s shoulder and arm.
Fists fell like rain.
Jiang Jian Yue stood like a pain-insensitive statue, hands in her coat pockets, her gaze distant as if her mind had wandered far away.
Speaking of which, she hadn’t finished watching that OVA yet…
She needed to find a place with electricity.
But Japan wasn’t like back home—most places refused to let customers use power.
Damn it, she couldn’t just sit in a café and say to the waiter who tried to stop her: Are you discriminating against desktop computers?
“Tough, huh? Let’s go again!”
Kun’s eyes were red.
He gathered his strength and threw a heavy hook at her side.
This time, Jiang Jian Yue’s body bent sharply, and she let out a muffled groan.
Is she dumb? There has to be a better way, unless this is a strategy to have her dad give in quicker
She’s a bit wrong in the head and probably still had that mistaken thoughts about her being a male