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"You bastard!" Yuriko glared coldly at Yuujin Ito. "Is this how the Ito family raised you?"

"It's a waste not to eat it," Ito said softly.

Asada Sakura continued, "There's one more thing. It seems that Ito-kun is having ambiguous relationships with quite a few girls at the same time."

After saying that, she glanced cautiously at Ito Yujin.

"Anything else?" Yuriko asked, this time without directly criticizing.

"Yesterday, when I went to a haunted house with a girl, I made her cry."

"Asada-san, could you please step outside for a moment?" Yuriko exhaled.

"Okay." Asada Sakura got up and walked out of the ward. "Please don't blame Ito-kun too much."

Once the sliding door was completely closed, Yuujin Ito waited for Yuriko Minamoto to speak.

My grandmother hates people who play with emotions the most, and she will definitely teach me a lesson.

Did you even consider how those girls felt? You completely failed in your responsibilities as a man. We've taught you from a young age to be devoted and serious about relationships, how could you make girls cry? It's unbelievable that something like this could happen in the Ito family.

They'll probably say something like that, and then give you a good scolding.

"Who do you take after?" Yuriko Minamoto scrutinized Yuujin Ito. "Your father was kind to everyone, and that woman would never do anything to hurt anyone."

"If you're going to be flirting with multiple girls, then don't get caught!"

"Huh?" Yuji Ito wondered if he had misheard.

"What do you mean 'ah'? Since you've already toyed with someone's feelings, you should handle it perfectly. Making a girl cry is such a low-class way of dealing with things."

"No."

“No, what do you mean no?” Yuriko frowned. “You need to apologize to that girl when she comes in later.”

"Why?" Ito Yuuji asked, puzzled. Another apology?

"Why else? I came to the hospital with you to see this old man, but you left me all alone outside."

Yuriko had clearly misunderstood, but Yuujin Ito was too lazy to explain.

“Since I saw her first, she can’t bring any other girls in front of me,” Yuriko said. “She’s so beautiful, you can’t let her down.”

Outside the ward, Asada Sakura leaned against the wall with her hands behind her back, staring at her toes, the folds of her white dress rippling out at her calves.

The smell of disinfectant in the corridor made her reach out and smooth out the wrinkles in her skirt—hopefully it wouldn't leave a bad impression.

"My grandma is looking for you."

The sliding door opened, and Yuujin Ito called Sakura Asada inside.

"Me...me?"

Asada Sakura looked somewhat surprised. She stiffly returned to the ward, but Ito Yuujin did not follow.

"Don't be nervous." Yuriko gently placed her hand on Asada Sakura's hand.

The old man's hands were covered with fine wrinkles, yet they felt soft and well-cared for, clearly hands that had never been exposed to cooking fumes or rough work.

Sunlight streamed through the hospital room window and shone on their clasped hands.

"Hirohito has made some good friends."

......

The two walked side by side as they left the hospital's inpatient department.

Yuujin Ito didn't ask what they had just said in the ward, nor did he ask Sakura Asada why she was there.

The sun, which had just risen to the center of the sky, shone warmly on people, and Ito raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light.

Asada Sakura's shadow was stretched long, the tips of her canvas shoes lightly kicking the dappled sunlight on the ground.

"There's a plaza nearby; I'm going to buy some things there. Want to come along?"

Asada paused for a moment, then nodded. "I also have some things I need to buy."

"Snacks?"

"Of course not..." Asada hurriedly waved his hand, "Not entirely..." His voice grew softer and softer, and the last few words were carried away by the wind.

Nishi-Shinjuku is one of the few areas in Japan where skyscrapers are concentrated, and some old residential areas still exist.

The hospital is very close to Shinjuku Station and also close to their destination, Odakyu Department Store, so it doesn't take long to walk there.

It was a large department store with two underground floors and fourteen floors above ground.

Asada probably would be interested in floors 12 through 14, since they are all restaurants, and there are also many good eats on B2.

It's hailed as a paradise for dessert lovers.

As expected, the moment Asada Sakura stepped into the basement of the department store, her eyes were drawn to "Summer Strong Tea Honku" at Ginza Akebono.

This matcha is made with matcha ground in a stone mortar at Marukyu Park in Uji, and kudzu root extracted from the roots of the naturally grown kudzu. The rich aroma of the matcha blends perfectly with the flavor of Hokkaido-grown azuki beans.

"You can browse around by yourself for a while, I'm going to buy some things." Ito Yujin opened his purse, took out two thousand yen, and handed it to Asada Sakura.

Asada looked at Ito, who was suddenly being generous, with a strange expression, but she didn't take the money. Instead, she took out a membership card from her pocket. "My grandma gave it to me. She said I can spend it however I want."

"..." He didn't even know that Yuriko Minamoto had this thing.

The two parted ways on the basement level, each heading towards their own destination.

He needs to buy some daily necessities, such as bath sponges and shampoo, as he's been using them up quite quickly lately.

And now there's a lunchbox. With this extra item, I can't just buy bread from the convenience store every day anymore.

Chapter 60 Chocolate and Two Ties

Shopping and desserts have always been two surefire ways to win a woman's heart.

Moreover, Odakyu Department Store, known as a dessert mecca, has long been a battleground for young girls, even though the March winds are not warm.

Wearing stilettos or canvas shoes, the swaying curve of the skirt hides a rebellion against the season.

A super short pleated skirt paired with over-the-knee socks, or a light dress with a knitted cardigan, revealing bare calves that sway like snow-white silk, as if the air is filled not with the aroma of desserts but with the scent of young girls.

The fragrances in the cosmetics section on the first floor and the mirrored surfaces in the fashion section on the second floor complement each other, with small groups of girls carrying shopping bags strolling between them.

Yujin Ito took a picture of a long dress in a clothing store, thinking that it would suit Sakura Asada quite well.

Looking at the photos taken with a mobile phone, what was inadvertently captured in the lens were the furtive glances of two or three high school girls.

"Could you please give me your LINE ID?"

A girl with shoulder-length short hair suddenly grabbed her companion and brought her to Ito Yujin. She handed Ito her phone, which had a teddy bear pendant hanging from it.

Her expression showed no fear as she looked up boldly at Yuuhito Ito.

The familiar scenario of being approached by a woman has come to pass, but Ito already has a well-established solution for it.

"If I give you my LINE account, what will I use?" Yuujin Ito politely declined the request.

"Ok."

Fortunately, this girl won't pester me; she'll probably leave obediently.

Just as Ito Yujin was thinking this, she suddenly spoke to someone behind him, "There's no need to try anymore, he only has one LINE account."

"That's not necessarily true." A confident voice came from behind Yuujin Ito.

As I approached Ito, it felt as if I were pressed against her, and I could smell the floral and fruity fragrance emanating from her.

"Senior, could I add you on LINE?"

"Mori, stop fooling around."

The person pretending not to know her and flirting with her was none other than Chinatsu Mori. She placed her finger on her lips, which were covered in lipstick, and turned her head to one side.

"Who's Morigami? Did you mistake me for your girlfriend, senpai?" Morigami Chinatsu reached out towards Ito's throat. "In that case, I'll have to fulfill my duties as a girlfriend~"

As Ito froze, Mori-gami Chinatsu tightened her tie again with her slender fingers.

"Make sure your tie is tied properly."

The scene resembled a heartwarming moment between a husband and wife before the husband left home.

The group of high school girls had already planned to leave when Ito mentioned their names; they weren't the kind of bad girls who would steal someone else's girlfriend.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ito caught a glimpse of a white hem of clothing reflected in the mirror of the clothing store.

Turning around, he saw Asada Sakura, wearing a white dress and holding shopping bags, standing five steps away from him, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

"Asada, you've arrived."

"Senior, are you here too?"

The three-person JK group stopped walking and stood not far away, where they could be clearly heard, discussing quietly.

"Scumbag?"

"Not sure, let's see."

The bag must have been filled with a lot of food; the bottom was bulging.

Have you bought everything?

As It said this, it reached out to help her lift it, but she took a half step back to avoid it.

"I've bought everything." Asada's gaze fell on Morikami Chinatsu. "Morikami-san, are you here to buy things too?"

"Yes, I just happened to run into you here." Mori smiled naturally. "Your performance yesterday was wonderful, and the music was beautiful."

JK, who was standing not far away, made a timely deduction: "It's confirmed, that guy is scum."

"Boys who play in bands are all promiscuous scumbags with tons of girlfriends."

This is the reputation that rock musicians have built up, an undeniable stereotype.

Asada and Mori didn't chat for long, as they weren't very familiar with each other, and soon said goodbye and left.

Just as Ito was about to leave, Mori suddenly remembered something and called out to him, "Senpai, don't forget~ Don't be late for tomorrow's date."

He deliberately drew out his words, which carried a provocative tone, and then left on his own.

"This girl with light purple hair is quite something," commented a JK with shoulder-length short hair.