I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

Those around them were also deeply shocked.

Kazesawa had Hayami Ryusa on his left and Ikeda Yuka on his right.

He shamelessly let the two of them feed him.

Countless men are seething with hatred.

Some people haven't even touched a girl's hand, yet this guy has women on both sides.

Feng Zejian did this for two reasons: first, to satisfy his vanity; and second, to generate buzz and make the morning's events more public, thus mitigating the negative impact of Liu Sha's actions that morning.

At noon, the four of them took a walk together. Feng Zejian and Zaojian Liusha left through the back gate of the park.

The two then went to a hotel, but this time it wasn't one of those cheap love hotels.

Instead, it's a spacious and bright luxury hotel.

Feng Zejian kissed Zaojian Liusha's fair neck and whispered, "I'm so sorry it was our first time in a place like that."

In the morning, Liu Sha shook her head and said with utmost seriousness:

"But you were the first person I had, and I have no regrets. Without you, I don't know what the future would have been like."

Feng Zejian's fingers rested on Zaojian Liusha's soft pink lips.

"No need to thank me, because my motives have never been pure from the beginning."

After saying that, Feng Zejian withdrew his finger and changed his lips.

In the morning, Liu Sha's tender body trembled, and being rather inexperienced in such matters, she was captivated by Feng Zejian's kisses.

The two once again engaged in a deep exchange of body and spirit.

After that, Feng Zejian took Zaojian Liusha home.

In the morning, Liu Sha softly invited, "No one's home, would you like to come up and cook?"

"No, maybe next time."

"OK then."

Feng Zejian turned around and waved.

In the morning, Liu Sha gazed at Feng Zejian with infatuation, muttering forlornly, "Was I too greedy?"

Feng Zejian knew very well that the invitation just now was a test. Home was Zaojian Liusha's unique safe space. He and she had already done it. Stepping into her last private territory again would have a completely different meaning.

First, Yuka Ikeda stopped him, then Tomomi Yanase persuaded him, and after what happened with Rusa in the morning, his deep-rooted scumbag mentality seemed to be wavering.

Back home, Feng Zejian silently said to himself, "Settle the accounts."

[Mission objective: The morning's Liusha was successfully captured. Mission difficulty: A+. Walkthrough: SSS. Mission reward upgraded to SS-. Mission cost 3 times the amount spent on the mission objective is refunded. Skill acquired: Saxophone Mastery. Skill acquired: Eye of Truth.]

The rewards for this mission were so generous that Feng Zejian felt it was somewhat unrealistic.

Getting a three-fold refund isn't a big deal, but this mission didn't give me anything like Constitution or Agility; instead, it gave me two whole skills.

Saxophone proficiency is a skill that seems to have little practical use other than showing off in certain situations. But the Eye of Truth is something to ponder just by hearing the name.

I have a feeling that this skill is a prelude to the later upgrade to the 2.0 system.

Feng Zejian murmured again.

"System upgrade".

[System notification: The end time of this upgrade is unknown. During the upgrade, the host can still use the acquired skills. The system will enter a dormant state and will be unable to perform tasks. If the host chooses to continue upgrading, please silently confirm the upgrade.]

"Confirm upgrade."

As the system countdown ended, the system went into hibernation, and Feng Zejian temporarily became an ordinary person without the system.

Kazema never revealed anything about the system, so much so that even Yanase Tomomi, who had been paying close attention, was unaware of it.

Feng Zejian was browsing online shopping malls with great boredom.

After much deliberation, I bought a saxophone.

That thing wasn't cheap, but Feng Zejian had so much money he was starting to panic.

He didn't care too much about material things.

After buying the saxophone, Feng Zejian's account balance showed no signs of decreasing. Should he buy a property instead?

Feng Zejian had a premonition that he would stay here for a long time.

Just then, the sound of a lock being opened rang out, and Rio Sawada, humming a little tune, walked into the room carrying a bag.

Seeing Feng Zejian sprawled on the sofa, he happily walked over.

"Little brother, look what I brought you."

"Cappuccino, strawberry pudding, takoyaki, and trendy hot dogs."

Feng Zejian smiled, picked up his cappuccino, and drank it.

Rio Sawada was very satisfied.

Feng Zejian put down his cappuccino, a little foam on the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously reached for a tissue to wipe it.

Rio Sawada reached out to stop her, saying, "Don't move, it's such a waste."

As he spoke, he leaned closer to Feng Zejian and stuck out his tongue, making Feng Zejian lick the foam off the corner of his mouth.

After that, the tongue that had been licking the foam returned to its mouth, but not to its own mouth.

Rio Sawada rested her head on Kaze Sawa's chest, while Kaze Sawa still held his phone, staring at the long string of cold numbers.

"I live here, but it's still a bit crowded."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Moving to a New Home

Rio Sawada's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, but she managed to remain calm.

"Are you leaving?"

Feng Zejian shook his head.

"No, I just want to buy a house."

Rio Sawada breathed a sigh of relief.

"What kind of house do you want to buy? Do you have enough for the down payment? I can help you pay for it."

"I should have enough money to buy it outright, but I don't know where I can buy a house."

Rio Sawada raised her eyebrows and sat up.

"Let me see. Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, two hundred and thirty million."

"I don't really have a concept of money. Is this a lot of money?"

Rio Sawada was so angry she laughed.

"You little brat, you're trying to play dumb with me."

Feng Zejian looked completely innocent. "I've never bought anything too expensive, so I really don't know."

"Alright, I'll reluctantly believe you. With this money, you can still buy a house in the downtown villa area and have some left over."

Upon hearing the word "villa area," Feng Zejian frowned.

"Um, are there any other places?"

"Then let's go with Qingshui Garden residential complex. It's a pretty upscale one. I've been there once, and it's incredibly luxurious. All the apartments are over 100 square meters, some as big as 200. Not too big, not too small, and the location is perfect—large shopping malls, subway, schools, and hospitals are all nearby. It's just..."

Feng Zejian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's quite far from here, so it's not very convenient for me to look for you."

Without even thinking, Feng Zejian replied, "Why don't you just move there? This is a rental apartment anyway."

Rio Sawada was deeply moved when Kazema said those words.

"But...."

Do you have any concerns?

Rio Sawada hesitated for a moment, but then spoke up.

“My daughter might be coming over next month. If she asks, I won’t be able to explain. And if word gets out that I’m being kept by a little kid, I’ll be laughed at to death.”

“No problem, I’ll print out a lease agreement and rent out part of the house to you. It doesn’t matter how much money you get or not.”

Rio Sawada nestled shyly against Kazesawa's side. "You're so good to me."

"It's alright. If your daughter really comes, I might get revenge on her."

"But I am her mother."

Feng Zejian smiled slightly and said, "I just won't let you know."

"Like those scenes in movies, intimidation, coercion, even..."

Rio Sawada covered Kazesawa's mouth.

"Okay, stop talking, my heart can't take it."

"Just kidding. Come with me to pick out a house tomorrow."

"Ah."

After saying goodnight to each other, the two embraced and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I went to the sales center of Qingshui Jiayuan.

There are no sleazy, condescending staff members.

The people here are all incredibly shrewd and intelligent.

They serve guests the best food, afraid of neglecting them, and even if they are dressed in cheap clothes, they will still greet them with a smile.

Indeed, women are much better than men when it comes to details.

Moreover, Rio Sawada was quite skilled in her business, selecting the best lighting and floor level, and even managed to cut the price several times during the final negotiation.

Although in Feng Zejian's eyes, it seemed to make little difference.

In less than half a day, most things were settled, and the room was fully furnished, so you could just bring your bags and move in.

Looking out the window at the scenery that had never been seen before, Rio Sawada had only ever fantasized about it when she was a housewife watching TV.

"Go back and pack your things. Bring some souvenirs with you, and throw away the rest. We have everything here anyway."

He then handed the drafted lease agreement to Rio Sawada.

Rio Sawada covered her mouth in surprise.

"When did this happen? How come I didn't know?"

"While you were arguing with the real estate agent, I went out for a walk and saw a print shop, so I went in and printed a copy. I only printed one contract, and we'll only sign one. My part is already signed, so you can just sign it and put it away when you have time."

After saying that, Feng Zejian walked towards the refrigerator, which even contained drinks that had been placed there beforehand.

He grabbed one at random and leaned back on the soft, white sofa.

Looking at the money he still had, Feng Zejian started to figure out how to spend some of it.

Just then, Feng Zejian's phone rang.

The number above is still from Nara Prefecture.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Zejian answered the call.

A questioning voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Is it brother?"

That familiar yet unfamiliar voice—it was definitely his younger sister.

"What's wrong."

"It's nothing, I just miss you a little."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zejian fell into deep thought.