Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

Kasumigaoka Utaha pursed her red lips slightly, a hint of reluctance flashing through her mind.

She had planned to organize the outline tonight, but Seiji Fujiwara's achievement inspired her to create more.

But a contract is a contract.

She quietly took off her apron and changed into a simple yet appropriate set of casual clothes.

When she came out of the room again, Seiji Fujiwara was already waiting at the apartment door like a big shot.

The two of them took the elevator downstairs without saying a word and got into a taxi.

Outside the car window, the night view flashed by like streaks of light. Inside the cramped car, the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

Kasumigaoka Utaha wanted to ask about the destination several times, but looking at the man beside her who was resting with his eyes closed, she swallowed the words back.

She found herself increasingly unable to understand this man.

He sometimes resembled a lazy and decadent youth, and at other times a wise strategist.

The work she wrote in three days shattered her pride and joy, and her indifference to the online criticism only added to her sense of indescribable frustration.

Now, what does Seiji Fujiwara want to do?

The taxi made several turns before finally stopping in a brightly lit area.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up and saw the striking logo, composed of four rings, and the elegant English letters next to it—LEXUS.

Lexus.

Toyota's top-of-the-line luxury car brand.

Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned slightly.

Are you buying a car?

"get off."

Seiji Fujiwara's voice came through.

Shi Yu didn't say anything and got out of the car.

As the two entered the 4S store, a tall, beautiful saleswoman in an elegant business suit greeted them with a sweet smile.

"Welcome to Lexus. How may I help you?"

Her gaze swept over the two of them.

The man was young and handsome, yet possessed an exceptionally composed demeanor, while the woman was stunningly beautiful. However, both of them appeared too young to be the brand's target customers.

Although a slight doubt flashed through her mind, her good professional ethics kept her polite.

Fujiwara Seiji ignored her greeting, his gaze sweeping over the luxury cars in the hall before finally settling on the most imposing flagship sedan in the very center of the showroom.

It was a black Lexus LS500h Executive Edition, with sleek and imposing body lines. Under the showroom lights, it resembled a lurking black beast.

That's the king of Lexus, a mobile palace that costs over 16 million yen.

Before the salesperson could even begin to introduce the car, Seiji Fujiwara had already pointed to it and said to the beautiful salesperson:

"This is the one, the top-of-the-line model. Full payment. Can you drive it away today?"

The beautiful saleswoman's professional smile faltered slightly.

She was completely stunned.

Full payment...all cash? Driving away today?

What kind of international joke are you kidding? !

This is the top-of-the-line LS! Over 16 million! Not some rice ball sold in a convenience store!

She had seen countless wealthy people come to look at cars, but she had never seen anyone use such a tone, as if they were buying cabbage at a market, to buy a luxury car worth tens of millions!

No test drive, no questions asked, no hesitation, not even a glance at the price!

This arrogant and unreasonable arrogance struck her heart like a heavy hammer!

“Sir…are you sure? This is our flagship model…” she stammered, trying to make sure she hadn’t misheard.

"You don't understand what I'm saying?" Seiji Fujiwara frowned slightly, a hint of impatience showing on his face.

This hint of impatience is more effective than any prompting.

"I understand! I understand! I understand!" The saleswoman snapped back to reality, her face immediately breaking into a very enthusiastic smile. "Of course you can drive it away! Sir! Please wait a moment! I'll process all the formalities for you right away!"

She jogged to prepare the documents, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor, as if afraid that if she was even a second too slow, this huge, fat fish would fly away.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was standing to the side, was petrified.

Her mind went blank, and her ears were ringing.

More than 16 million...

Are you just going to buy it like this?

This was a view of money that she couldn't understand at all.

Even before her father's accident, when the family was well-off, it was impossible for them to casually spend over ten million yuan on a luxury car.

The subsequent procedures were processed incredibly quickly.

Thanks to the saleswoman's boundless enthusiasm and efficiency, all documents and insurance policies were being processed at an astonishing speed.

Finally, it was time for the final card swiping step.

Seiji Fujiwara casually pulled out a plain black bank card and handed it over.

The beautiful saleswoman trembled as she typed in that long number on the POS machine—a number that would be enough for her to strive for her entire life.

When she saw the message that the card swipe was successful, she felt like she could hardly breathe.

At the same time, the way he looked at Seiji Fujiwara completely changed.

That look was no longer one of respect for a client, but rather one filled with naked fervor and desire.

It's as if you're watching a walking, human gold mine.

"Sir, here is your card."

As she handed the bank card and business card back to Seiji Fujiwara, she took a step forward, her body intentionally or unintentionally pressing closer to him, and a strong scent of perfume wafted towards her.

As he handed over the business card, his fingers seemingly unintentionally brushed against Seiji Fujiwara's palm.

Her voice became soft and alluring, her breath sweet as she whispered in his ear:

"Sir, if you're free this evening, I can give you a more 'in-depth' explanation of how to use the vehicle..."

She emphasized the word "deep," making it seem like an unspoken implication.

She believed that no man could resist a beautiful woman so readily throwing herself into his arms.

Seiji Fujiwara coldly withdrew his hand: "No need."

The saleswoman's charming smile froze instantly.

The burning passion in her eyes quickly cooled, turning into incredulous astonishment.

She didn't understand what she was lacking.

Could it be that my charm is not as good as that of a plainly dressed high school girl who looks like a wooden doll from head to toe?

She will never know.

Seiji Fujiwara's taste has long been spoiled by "limited edition collectibles" like Kasumigaoka Utaha.

I have no interest in even glancing at salespeople who are mass-produced goods on an assembly line.

The saleswoman, heartbroken by the rejection, could only watch with resentment as Seiji Fujiwara took the car keys and led the wooden-like girl into the brand-new luxury car.

A black Lexus LS emitted a deep roar as it glided out of the showroom like a ghost and disappeared into the night.

It was quiet inside the car.

The excellent sound insulation of the carriage effectively shuts out all the noise.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat stiffly in the passenger seat, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands.

Her brain was still overloaded.

From walking into the 4S store to sitting in this luxury car worth tens of millions.

The entire process takes no more than half an hour.

That long string of numbers, the saleswoman's burning gaze...

Like a movie playing in fast-forward, the image kept echoing in her mind.

She felt like she had a ridiculous dream.

The man in the driver's seat, however, acted as if nothing had happened, calmly steering the wheel.

For him, it seemed like just an ordinary shopping trip.

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.

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Chapter Twenty: Shi Yu Calls Her Mother

The next day, in the morning.

A brand-new Lexus LS was parked downstairs at the office building of Shinazugawa Bunko.

When this powerful flagship luxury car appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of all the passing employees.

"Wow, whose car is that? Is it the top-of-the-line LS? It's so cool!"

"Did one of our company's directors get a new car?"

Amidst everyone's curious speculation, the driver's side door opened, and Seiji Fujiwara stepped out.

Immediately afterwards, the passenger door opened, and Kasumigaoka Utaha stepped out, dressed in an elegant dress.

To suit the occasion, she changed out of her maid outfit.

"It looks like Teacher Xiaochuan?!"

"Who's that girl next to him? She's so pretty! Is she his girlfriend?"

"My God, he actually drives a luxury car worth tens of millions!"

The surrounding chatter surged in like a tide.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to put some distance between herself and Fujiwara Seiji.

Seiji Fujiwara, however, remained oblivious to all the gazes around him.

He didn't even bother to lock the car, simply tossing the keys to the parking lot security guard who was already waiting at the entrance: "Park properly, don't scratch it."

"Yes! Yes! Don't worry!" The security guard nervously took the keys, nodding and bowing repeatedly.

the other side.

Before they could even step through the gate, Machida Sonoko rushed out of the hall like a gust of wind, her face beaming with an incredibly bright smile.

"Teacher! You've arrived! You must be tired from your journey!" Her gaze lingered on the brand-new luxury car for a second, but her expression showed no surprise.

With Seiji Fujiwara's royalties, he could easily afford such a luxury car.

When she saw Kasumigaoka Utaha standing next to Fujiwara Seiji, she paused for a moment, then gave a knowing smile and said even more enthusiastically, "Miss, I didn't have a chance to greet you last time we met. Hello, hello! Please come in! The editor-in-chief has been waiting for you two in his office for quite some time!"

The two were led by Machida Sonoko as if they were superstars to the editor-in-chief's office on the top floor.

Pushing open the door, Editor-in-Chief Ryuji Aida strode forward and extended his hands.

"Teacher Xiaochuan! Welcome! Welcome!"

His demeanor was devoid of any airs of an editor-in-chief, displaying only enthusiasm and respect for equal partners.

"How could I dare to let the editor-in-chief personally greet me? You're too kind!"

Seiji Fujiwara smiled and shook hands with him before walking to the sofa in the reception area and sitting down.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat somewhat awkwardly beside him, looking at the magical scene before her.

This is the chief editor of the library and a senior editor!