In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

"Hmm." Mr. Yukinoshita responded simply, then looked at Minamoto Chiya and suddenly asked, "How's your father's business lately?"

"Thanks to my uncle, the bar has been doing well."

"Is that so? I'll have to go have a drink with him sometime." Mr. Yukinoshita left this comment with a meaningful tone.

After saying that, he turned around and got into the waiting car.

Yang Nai put her hands behind her back, watched the car drive away, and chuckled at him: "Congratulations, it seems my dad has given you initial approval. I'm already thinking about getting closer to your dad."

"It's just the beginning."

"Well, there's plenty of time." Yang waved his hand. "I'll take a quick shower, and then we'll go back."

"Ah."

Golf courses have special shower facilities for VIPs, but that's not all.

The stadium has dedicated shower facilities, and there are even hotels, massage parlors, and restaurants nearby.

Yang Nai had special plans for today, and they were rather private matters; otherwise, she might have chosen to spend some more time here.

Taking this opportunity, Yuan Qianye also went to the shower room for a quick rinse.

When he came out, Yang Nai was still not well.

Girls do tend to take longer in this area.

Yuan Qianye patiently found a place to sit down and wait, and casually took out his phone, finding several unread new messages.

Upon opening the message, he saw that it was a reply from the maid to the message he had sent earlier.

He was simply bored at the time, so he took some time to send her a message about his current situation, and also intentionally mentioned Shinomiya Hikari.

She didn't reply immediately, which means that the work was temporarily put on hold, right?

[Yuan Qianye: Is it convenient to talk now?]

After the message was sent, it was quickly read, and the phone rang immediately the next moment.

Yuan Qianye answered the call with a smile: "Sorry to disturb your already limited rest time."

"That's not true." Hayasaka Ai's clear and pleasant voice came through the microphone: "Actually, I wasn't particularly busy today. I was just accompanying the young lady to practice horseback riding at the horse farm. I needed to stay by her side the whole time, so I didn't see your message."

"Is practice over now?"

"Yes, we'll head straight back after Da Xiao and Ji change their clothes. Has your meeting with the young lady's brother ended?"

"It wasn't really a meeting, just a brief encounter thanks to an elder, and that's all."

“I see…” Hayasaka Ai paused, then asked softly, “So what… impression do you have of him?”

Ok?

The maid's question surprised Yuan Qianye slightly; she hadn't expected her to ask so directly.

He recalled what he had observed, thought for a moment, and gave his answer: "I wouldn't call it an impression, it's just my personal feeling. He had a smile on his face the whole time, but perhaps he wasn't as approachable as he appeared. You could tell from his conversation that he was a rather assertive and domineering person."

A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone: "As expected of you."

"Am I right?"

"This is just my personal opinion." Hayasaka Ai lowered her voice and spoke slowly, "It's quite accurate."

Gen Chiya said thoughtfully, "Ai-chan, you don't seem to like him very much."

Ai-Ai-chan?!

"Ugh—!" A short, sharp gasp suddenly came through the receiver, accompanied by the faint sound of clothes rubbing together.

"what happened?"

"N-nothing..." Her voice trembled slightly, then returned to normal: "A little bug flew onto my face just now, and it startled me."

"Have they been driven away yet?"

"They've already been driven away."

Yuan Qianye looked out the window at the clear blue sky: "When can you take a break next time?"

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I will have a full day off at the beginning of next month."

"Can we meet on that day? I have something very important to tell you."

"okay……"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Young Miss, should I go and call Hayasaka back?"

A subordinate dressed as a waiter bowed slightly to Kaguya Shinomiya and asked for instructions in a low voice.

"Need not."

Kaguya Shinomiya, who had already taken a shower, blinked her crimson eyes and looked down at Ai Hayasaka, who was not far away.

She tilted her head slightly, gazing at the treeline that met the sky in the distance of the horse farm. The afternoon sun cast a soft, pale golden hue on her profile.

She seemed to be trying her best to suppress some kind of emotion. Her legs were unconsciously together, her toes lightly touching the ground, and her fingers holding the phone unconsciously tightened. However, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curve upwards into an unusually soft, even slightly silly, arc.

Kaguya Shinomiya stared at it intently for a few seconds, a faint hint of disdain flashing across her complex expression.

"Anyway, there are no other important arrangements after this. She seems to really like the scenery here, so let her relax a little longer."

"Yes, Miss."

"Oh right, use your phone to secretly take a picture... no, record a video of her looking like this! Then send it to me!"

"I understand, Miss."

…………

Volume 2: Chapter 124: Her Love Nest + Farewell! (6k)

That evening, Haruno specially took Chiya Minamoto to a Michelin-starred restaurant that only accepts a limited number of people each day and has an average cost of over 40,000 yen per person.

The service was excellent, and the food itself was impeccable. Each dish was like a delicate work of art, offering a feast for both the eyes and the palate, making it excellent value for money.

However, the entire dining process of Gen Chiya could hardly be described as elegant and composed.

High-end cuisine is usually expensive, exquisite, and limited in quantity, with each dish being small and delicate. However, his eating habits after each dish was served, while not exactly wolfing it down, were certainly characterized by efficiency.

In short, he finished his drink in two or three gulps, then immediately picked up his glass, smilingly clinking it lightly with Yang Nai's across from him, his intention to urge her to drink was blatantly obvious.

Today, he requested that his drink be red wine, just like Yang Nai's.

Although alcohol wasn't a good thing to him, it was a pretty good choice as a catalyst for romance, adding a touch of ambiguity and intimacy in a slightly tipsy state.

He would never forget the night after the ball, when Yang Nai gave him her whole heart.

With the perfect touch of alcohol, she became especially passionate and proactive, her eyes glazed over, and her skin burning hot.

Just like her name "Yang Nai", she is like a sun radiating endless light and heat, so hot that it almost melts people.

Yukino could easily tell that this scoundrel seemed rather impatient when he left the golf course.

Now that night has fallen and the city lights are on, his poised and ready stance is even more evident.

Clearly, he was more looking forward to the "events" after dinner than to the fine cuisine before him.

Despite Yang Nai's repeated hints and thorough preparations, including taking medication in advance as a precaution to make up for her lack of effort during the last time when she almost got caught halfway through, she had been looking forward to tonight as well.

But her wicked nature made her more composed and leisurely as she saw how anxious he was. She even deliberately slowed down her eating to savor every bite.

Her legs, covered by the tablecloth, had taken off her high heels, and her toes pressed against his calves, slowly rising upwards in an intimate way, so intimate that she could even count the coins in his wallet in his trouser pocket.

And so I admired his eager yet patient demeanor, his longing gaze tinged with a mixture of anticipation and reluctance.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After leaving the restaurant, Yang called a designated driver.

Actually, she doesn't need to go through so much trouble when she goes out. Usually, a driver from her company will pick her up and drop her off.

However, given the special circumstances today, it's better to be a little inconvenient than to constantly worry that my plans with Qianye might find out about my mother.

Sitting in the back seat, with a lovely blush on her cheeks, Hino naturally took Gen Chiya's arm, rested her head gently on his shoulder, and then said to the chauffeur in the front seat, "Please go to the nearest department store."

"Okay." The driver smoothly started the vehicle.

"Department store?" Yuan Qianye looked at her in confusion: "It's already past seven o'clock, sister. Your so-called surprise is not like rewarding a primary school student for good test scores, taking me to the mall to go on a shopping spree and buy whatever I like, is it?"

"Well……"

Yang Nai closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting small shadows beneath them. Her voice, slightly tipsy, was exceptionally soft and languid, with a nasal tone.

"Didn't you already tell Shihua that you'd be staying out all night because of work? We have all night anyway, so let's not be so unromantic and keep the rest of the plans a little suspense and surprise, okay?"

Since she had said that, Yuan Qianye had no choice but to suppress his doubts for the time being.

For the next hour or so, Yuan Qianye deeply experienced what a woman's shopping desire was all about.

I strolled from the clothing section to the home and daily necessities section, then from the snacks and beverages section to the cosmetics counter, and finally lingered for a long time in the small home appliances section.

Yang Nai, whether out of excitement or simply because he had drunk too much, was slightly agitated and his desire to spend money was at an all-time high.

In short, she had Yuan Qianye push a big cart around with her, and she recklessly threw whatever caught her eye into it.

Later, when Chiyo saw that the stroller was already full and exclaimed that if she bought any more, she wouldn't be able to fit them all in the trunk of her car, Haruno finally stopped, still not quite satisfied.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Back in the car with bags and packages, Yang Nai gave the driver a completely new address that was unfamiliar to Yuan Qianye.

Upon hearing the address, a knowing smile appeared on Yuan Qianye's face.

Actually, after following Yang Nai and seeing her suddenly acting so strangely, and considering the hints she had given him before, he had already guessed a certain possibility.

Now, he is absolutely certain.

About thirty minutes later, the car drove into the underground parking lot of a high-end apartment building.

After paying the bill and seeing off the designated driver, Yuan Qianye carried her bags and followed Yang Nai into the elevator, which took her directly to the twelfth floor.

From the perspective of a typical family living there long-term, the top floor of an apartment is not the best choice. Firstly, the height of the floor affects daily commuting, and the building itself may also have disadvantages such as being hot in summer and cold in winter, and leaks.

However, if viewed from another perspective, if it is not used for daily living, but only as a secret place for rest and dating that is used occasionally a few times a month, then the ultimate open view and excellent privacy brought by the top floor become irreplaceable advantages.

Yang Nai stopped in front of the apartment with the number "Chapter 120 1", turned around, leaned against the door, and looked at Yuan Qianye with a smile: "Judging from your expression, you don't seem surprised at all. When did you realize it?"