After rebirth, I became Tokyo Sentimental

Chapter 23 23. The Woman Who Drank Her Husband to Death
Soothing music lingers in the retro-decorated bar, and the dim lights add to the atmosphere.

Ikebukuro rock oasis.

As a relatively well-known bar for the general public in Toshima Ward, it is quite popular among office workers as one can have a glass of Yamazaki Hakushu for only 1480 yen.

It's just past noon now.

So there were hardly any people in the bar.

Picking up his phone and comparing his figure with the photo his mother sent him, Harano Tsukasa's eyes quickly locked on a voluptuous figure sitting at the bar in front of him on the right.

But even though there were few people, in order to avoid the embarrassing situation of misidentifying the wrong person, he still walked closer to confirm.

Standing at a distance of two or three meters, he could already see the other person's profile clearly. Yuan Ye Si then looked at the woman who was supporting her head with her left hand, occasionally browsing her mobile phone with her right hand and occasionally taking a sip from the glass of wine.

The white shirt covered her heavy chest. The two buttons on the collar were open, and one could barely catch a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg's snow-white and smooth skin. She wore a black women's suit skirt on her lower body. Sitting on a telescopic stool, her perfect round curves were outlined, like a ripe and plump pear. Her voluptuous legs were tightly wrapped in a layer of flesh-colored silk that exuded a shiny color.

Judging from her figure alone, she doesn't look like a woman who is just over 40. Instead, she exudes mature charm, making people want to pick and taste her.

In this regard, even Suzumiya Saka, who he thought had a nearly perfect figure, was slightly inferior.

After admiring her for a moment, Yuan Ye Si suppressed his inner thoughts and moved his eyes upwards to look at her profile and compared it with the photo on his phone. After confirming, he asked tentatively, "Aunt Shimizu?"

Hearing someone calling her name, Shimizu Yuko turned her head to look at the person, blinked a few times with slightly blurry eyes, and said uncertainly: "Are you... Xiao Si?"

"It's me." Yuan Ye Si nodded with a smile.

Yuko Shimizu looks similar to the photo, with short hair that falls to her shoulders, and a few strands of hair casually tucked around her ears. Her skin is fair and looks well-maintained, and her lips are slightly red, as if diluted by alcohol.

There was a slight blush on her cheeks and her eyes were lingering and blurred, revealing the unique charm of a young woman.

"Oh! You've grown so tall? You've become an adult now. You were so small when I held you in my arms!" Shimizu Yuko seemed to be no stranger to it. She pinched his arm with a smile and gestured along the way. An exaggerated expression appeared on her face, and there was no sign of strangeness at all.

Yuan Ye Si smiled bitterly, sat down according to the other party's gesture and said: "Children will always grow up."

"That's right." Shimizu Yuko shook her wine glass twice and tilted her head, saying, "But didn't I just tell you that you don't have to come to me specially?"

“I just happen to live nearby.”

"That's not necessary."

"Even if I can't help, I have to listen to my mother and come to see you." Yuan Ye Si answered truthfully.

"Why, Sister Chun, do you want to see how miserable I am?"

"Mom probably didn't mean that."

"Of course I know Sister Chun didn't mean that. Child, why are you so reserved now that you grow up? It seems that I pinched you when I hugged you before... Well, anyway, you were quite fearless at that time, hahahaha..."

"I don't remember any of this."

"How could he possibly remember it when he was so young?"

Yuko Shimizu called to the bartender who was wiping the glass not far away: "Another drink, for him."

"Aunt Qingshui, I'm not very good at drinking."

Upon seeing this, Yuanye Si politely declined.

In fact, this body can drink alcohol.

On the night he submitted his resignation letter last week, he also invited Ryota Takizawa and Genji Hiraga to drink. But putting aside the effects of alcohol on the body, the fact that it can affect rationality is enough for him to avoid it in normal times.

"Since you're here, why don't you have a drink?"

"this…"

"Good boy, you came to see Auntie's joke and I don't blame you, so why don't you drink a few glasses with me?"

Yuanye Si listened to her unconsciously changing the number and said with a smile: "Didn't you just say it was one cup?"

"Isn't a cup a pronoun?"

"Then one cup?"

"Let's not talk about such trivial matters for now."

Even during the day, the bar has good shading measures, so you will feel like there is no difference between day and night, and it is easy to forget the time.

As the wine glasses collided, the gradually melting ice cubes jumped in the glasses, making crisp sounds.

Yamazaki Hakushu is known as one of the three most powerful Japanese musketeers.

It feels refreshing and light when you take a sip, with a hint of green apple and smoky flavors, and a grapefruit and lemon scent in the aftertaste. Even if you drink it neat instead of using it as a base for cocktails, it still has a very good flavor.

And this kind of wine has a characteristic.

Good entrance.

Unconsciously getting high.

Harano Tsukasa didn't drink very quickly, but Shimizu Yuko drank it all in no time. Her face looked slightly red under the dim light, and although there were a few subtle fine lines at the corners of her eyes when you looked closely, time had not taken away her beauty.

He was a bit talkative. He had been talking non-stop since he sat down, but he didn't mention the business matters that his mother talked about on the phone. Instead, he kept telling jokes about the workplace and gossiping about him.

Since he couldn't get any more information out of her, Harano Tsukasa used the wish list and looked at her inner wishes. [Wish target: Shimizu Yuko]

[The wish list is as follows]

[1. I really want to drink ten cups, but unfortunately I don’t have enough money, otherwise I could drink to my heart’s content (white)]

[2. I really want someone to rely on (purple)]

[3. There is no money in the public account. It would be great if I could pick up a few hundred million yen like in the movie. Then I wouldn’t have to look at that guy’s disgusting face anymore (purple)]

Two purple and one white?
The quality is very high.

And he's really a drunkard.

Aunt Qingshui was drinking when I called last night, and she was still drinking when she came back today, and it's daytime now.

And while the first and second desires can be quantified, the third is a bit vague.

Is having someone to rely on also a wish?

And it's a purple wish.

From this perspective, there must be another reason.

"Huh? Gone? Not a drop left?"

The surprised sound of Yuko Shimizu tilting her head and pouring the cup beside her brought Harano Tsukasa's thoughts back to reality.

Yuko Shimizu tapped the wine glass that was hanging in the air in her hand. A trace of distress appeared on her pretty face, and there was some helplessness in her slightly blurred eyes, which seemed to be mixed with a hint of desire.

It can be seen that she really likes drinking.

However, she was not easily discouraged because she had no wine.

"Mr. Takeshita, please give me a drink." Yuko Shimizu put down the cup in her hand and pushed it forward, looking at the bartender wearing a red headscarf not far away with a smile.

"Including these two glasses, I've already given you seven glasses last night." The bartender said without even raising his head.

"No, I'm buying on credit. I'll pay you back later, okay? Another drink will count as a free gift."

"No credit."

"Wasn't it possible before?"

"from now on."

Yuko Shimizu supported her head with her arms and kept asking the bartender for drinks, shifting her nagging focus to Harano Tsukasa and gradually increasing her intensity, but it seemed that the bartender had had enough of it.

Finally, the red-turbaned bartender seemed unable to bear her nagging and directly resorted to the debt-collecting method, which made Shimizu Yuko pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Yuan Ye Si thought for a moment when he saw this.

The light red curtain at the edge of my eyes gradually disappeared.

When Shimizu Yuko was in an awkward situation where she couldn't get any wine, he suddenly said, "Ten more glasses."

"Well…"

Yuko Shimizu turned her head in surprise.

She leaned forward slightly, moving closer to Yuanye Si's body. Her originally confused eyes brightened up a lot. She stared at him again and again, as if observing his facial expression to determine something. After a while, she asked in confusion, "Xiao Si, are you drunk?"

"I didn't drink too much, I just suddenly remembered some bad things and felt like drinking. Aunt Shimizu, can you accompany me?" Yuan Ye Si looked at her and responded with a smile.

"Yes, yes..."

A strange look suddenly appeared on Shimizu Yuko's face, but her tone was a little hesitant.

"I'll treat."

Yuanye Si said simply.

Shimizu Yuko was stunned for a moment, feeling that he seemed to have misunderstood her. She said with a strange smile, "It's not what you think. I mean you want to... compete in drinking with me?"

"Is it not possible?" Yuan Ye Si asked back.

"You kid, are you looking down on me?"

"Although alcohol is harmful to the body, the truth can only be vomited out after drinking too much."

"Oh, kid, you're still thinking about me." Hearing his words, Shimizu Yuko instantly realized what he wanted to do, but she smoothed the hair by her ears and said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter, I also want to see what truth you can say."

"Aunt Qingshui is so confident?"

"I'm not an ordinary woman."

"Then who are you?"

"I am the woman who drank my husband to death."

(End of this chapter)