MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

"Xiao Mu." Xiangzi grabbed Ruoye Mu's hand and kept trying to pull her behind him.

Facing the luxury car that came to pick up the princess and take her home.

All the girl could do was protect her friends behind her.

Xiao Mu didn't say anything, watching the car door slowly open. The dark sofa was empty, and the driver in front didn't say anything either, just staring at her.

Once she got on the bus, Cinderella's magic wore off.

He was about to return home, alone in his mansion, wandering like a lost soul.

but.

Fortunately.

See you tomorrow, Xiang.

Wakaba Mutsumi's day is over. All that's left is to look forward to tomorrow's sunrise, and to see you tomorrow.

"Xiao Mu."

"See you tomorrow." Ruoye Mu got into the car, waved, and watched Xiangzi gradually disappear from her sight. She leaned on the seat and looked back.

“Miss, this is elegant.”

All I heard was the driver in front speaking leisurely.

As obedient as a puppet, Ruoye Mutsu stared straight ahead, not saying a word, behaving like the elegant young lady everyone expected.

As the bustling traffic continued, we returned to the princess's castle.

As people and vehicles came and went, Xiao Mu left.

Xiangzi subconsciously leaned against the wall and pinched his stiff leg.

It still hurts so much.

He patted his legs, ready to go get something to eat and then prepare for his evening job.

"Well, long time no see."

A Maybach 68 stopped in front of me, and the window slowly rolled down.

The familiar old man sat inside, looking at me with a worried expression.

"Hello."

"Hello, I don't have anything to do right now. Could you keep this old man company and chat with him to pass the time?"

"Eh?"

"As people get older, they often feel lonely. Sitting alone in this huge office always reminds me that I'm all alone now. Can someone keep me company?"

It's like when I once tricked a naive young lady by saying that it was lonely to be alone in an office, and the next day that idiot came over and sat next to me reading fairy tales, occasionally asking me to share her thoughts.

"I sat in the car after getting out, looking at the young boys and girls, reminiscing about my past, making myself feel a little younger, but also a bit bored. Where are you going? I'll take you there, old man. Just keep this old man company."

As always, I was an idiot, and I got on the bus.

You're just as stupid as your grandma.

You know, I'm a gangster.

Like an idiot.

. . . . . .

I miss you, you silly boy.

The old man smiled and began to recount the foolish thing that young lady had done a long, long time ago.

The first time I tried cooking, I bought a bunch of ingredients, put them on the cutting board, and went to read a storybook.

He asked her what was wrong.

She said that every time this happens, it's ready to eat after a while.

She sighed softly as she looked at the head maid who was following behind her, gazing at her with doting eyes.

Then, I ate fried rice made by a little tabby cat.

Even though it was incredibly salty, seeing the girl cheering made me eat every last grain without wasting a single one.

Memory is never reliable; it gradually fades and disappears.

All that remains is that feeling of being touched and the beauty.

After talking about himself, he listened to Xiangzi and that idiot saying that being able to cook for the person you love must be happiness.

Seeing the happy look on the face of someone you love as they eat your food is the greatest reward for the cook.

When Xiao Mu ate her own cake, her chubby cheeks and the way she wouldn't share with anyone made me feel happy about my hard work.

My mother-in-law must think the same way.

It will make her happy that you remember her.

"Are you having fun playing music?" the old man suddenly asked.

Then he saw his own puzzled expression.

"The girl next to you just now playing the guitar, and the gestures you made when you subconsciously mentioned playing the guitar with Xiao, oh, Wakaba Mutsu-kun."

"It's alright! It's not that playing in a band is so much fun, it's just that I'm happy to be with everyone." Xiangzi touched his hand. Why was he happy?

Playing, occasionally giving a great performance, is certainly enjoyable, but it's not the reason I pursue a band.

Rather, it's because of everyone.

Being together is the happiest and most joyful time.

and.

"You can still make money, you know? Professional bands can make a lot of money, enough to pay off debts, enough to stop eating bread and eat bento boxes, and enough to buy a lot of things, so much that I feel like, actually, the future isn't so bad, and fate isn't so cruel to me either."

"...Okay, let's do it then! Professional bands and stuff, if you want to play, then play!"

"Grandpa, you sound like my grandpa. Okay, my dear granddaughter, play if you want. Grandpa supports you. It seems your dad doesn't agree with me going, but as long as my sweet granddaughter is happy and healthy, that's all that matters." Xiangzi smiled. "Thank you, Grandpa! Grandpa is the best!!"

Perhaps he was thinking of his granddaughter who was away, Xiangzi thought for a moment.

"..." The old man turned his head. "Alright, alright, whatever makes you happy!"

"Is it Nannan? Good, Nannan." The old man looked at Xiangzi. "Nannan, what happened to your leg?"

"Huh? My, my legs." Xiangzi subconsciously brought his legs together.

“It’s very obvious. I noticed it as soon as I saw it. Others would definitely have noticed it immediately, your friends, the whole band.”

"Hmm! No, it's not that obvious!" Xiangzi said, struggling.

"Yes!" the old man said.

Of course, it's not that obvious, but...

The old man still knew how to deal with Xiangzi.

"Haha, Grandpa knows a doctor, I'll take you there to get a checkup."

"Oh, no need, it'll be quick."

"The sooner you take precautions, the less likely you are to be discovered!"

"Well!"

“We’re here.”

"Thank you for your help!" Xiangzi said, glancing at the clinic next door, and obediently went inside.

The old man sat in the car, watching Xiangzi walk inside.

"Hey, you idiot, how dare you get on the bus like that? Once you're on, you don't even look where it's going. You'll be led astray by just a few words, and you'll end up getting caught and helping the kidnappers count their money."

"Chairman, Miss is not usually so unguarded."

"what?"

"None of us who follow the young lady dare to get close, because if we do, the young lady will immediately look at us."

"So you failed to provide adequate protection?"

"No, no, no, I'm definitely not making excuses. I just want to say that the young lady is so well-behaved and obedient, and I think it might be because of you."

"...After all, she's my granddaughter. Fine, deduct those few from her salary, but remember this, and make sure it doesn't happen again."

"it is good!"

The old man sat in the car, looking inside, listening to his phone ring.

"You know what to do, right?" the old man said, looking at the secretary driving the car.

"Yes!"

. . . . . .

"Snapped."

Turn the handle and push open the door.

Wakaba Mutsu looked at the room in front of her, which should have been pitch black, but now it was lit up.

Why did the lights come on in a house that should have been empty?

Was Xianglai accompanying her?

I subconsciously looked up and walked inside.

Look towards the brightest spot.

In an instant, he stopped walking.

Sitting at the dining table was Minami Mori, her mother.

At that moment, they also happened to look over.

Do you know how many things your mother turned down so that she could have dinner with you?

Suffocation crept up my throat.

Ruoye Mu sat obediently at the dining table, looking at the chicken breast, broccoli, and various other foods that were served.

It looks delicious and tastes cold.

Raw carrots aren't very tasty, but they're actually quite sweeter than chicken breast.

Wakaba Mutsu ate the food in front of her.

"Crack, snap!"

Minami tapped on the table.

Wakaba Mutsu immediately stood up straight and sat upright.

As usual.

Mori Minami won't say anything; she'll let Mumi figure out for herself what she did wrong.

Those rules, if Ye Mu did something wrong.

What could remind Wakaba Mutsu was her mother's gaze and her constant tapping on the table after each problem arose.

Start by tapping lightly.

It gradually became heavy and frequent.

Even coughing increases.

Finally, there was the mother's indifferent gaze, as if she wondered why she had such a foolish daughter.

He went through all the mistakes he had made from childhood to adulthood, recounting them one by one, and explaining his own foolishness in each one.

After finishing speaking.

Then he said slowly.

If she weren't my daughter, I wouldn't care so much. You have no idea how much her mother has done.

Talking about etiquette in public shows respect for the diners, but saying that you behave this way in public shows disrespect to others.