"Miss Ji, Mr. Yamamoto has come to see you," Beichuan’s voice suddenly came in.
Ji Wei frowned slightly, they had just seen each other a dozen minutes ago, why was the old man here again?
She felt incredibly frustrated inside, having no choice but to walk over and open the door.
At the doorway, Yamamoto Yu was leaning on a cane, and the moment he saw Ji Wei, a look of excitement and joy flashed in his eyes.
Why was he looking at her like that, it was uncomfortable.
Feeling uneasy under the gaze of the old man Yamamoto, Ji Wei quickly turned her head aside and said coldly, "Is there something Mr. Yamamoto wants from me?"
"Won’t you invite me in to sit?" Even with Ji Wei’s cold demeanor, Yamamoto Yu still smiled as he spoke.
Beichuan, standing nearby, was once again so shocked he almost bit his tongue.
When he first joined the Yamamoto Group, Yamamoto Yu had blown the heads off two attackers right in front of him. Such cold and brutal methods left him chilled to the bone, leaving a lingering shadow in his heart despite being a man who had seen his share of storms.
Yet Beichuan never expected that, after following Yamamoto Yu for so long, he would suddenly see him show such a gentle attitude towards a woman.
Yamamoto Yu had not started a family, aside from having his subordinates bring women from outside to relieve his physical needs, he never seemed genuinely interested in any woman.
So Beichuan’s astonishment was understandable.
He thought to himself, is this really the leader of the Tokyo Mafia, or is he just as amiable and kind as a neighborly grandfather?
Ji Wei knew nothing of this, she just found the old man very strange, always peering at her as if he couldn’t get enough.
Ji Wei smiled faintly, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm, "This is your territory, how would I dare not let you in?"
With that, she stepped a few steps away.
Yamamoto Yu walked into the room.
Beichuan shrewdly closed the door quietly.
Yamamoto Yu sat down on the sofa, seeing Ji Wei standing there motionlessly, showing no intention of acknowledging him, he couldn’t help but speak, "You don’t need to be so wary around me, come and sit."
Patting the spot beside him, Yamamoto Yu said kindly.
Ji Wei’s smile was forced, "You’re the boss, who dares to sit next to you."
Yamamoto Yu chuckled lowly, stopping after a while, looking at her, he said, "You don’t need to stand so far away, if you don’t mind... you can think of me as your grandfather."
Not long ago he was an uncle, now a grandfather? Isn’t that too big of a leap?
Ji Wei remained unmoved.
Helplessly, Yamamoto Yu had to stand up and approached her.
The closer he got, the clearer that deeply ingrained face in his memory emerged. Looking at the face that had about a sixty to seventy percent resemblance in front of him, Yamamoto Yu was momentarily stunned.
That look in the eyes again!
Ji Wei felt intimidated under his gaze and couldn’t help but blurt out, "What’s Mr. Yamamoto doing here exactly? If my husband knew you were staring at me , I’m afraid you’d have to worry about your eyes, sir." Updates are released by ɴovelfire.net
The woman in front of him, with a slight anger on her face, looked more and more like Wanfei.
Yamamoto Yu seemed to hear nothing, as if bewitched. His other hand released the cane he was holding, and with a somewhat bony hand trembling, he reached out toward Ji Wei.
Ji Wei’s eyes widened instantly.
What is this old lecher trying to do!
All that swirled in Yamamoto Yu’s mind was that captivating woman who made him obsessed and crazed, to the point of falling out with his brothers.
He had no idea what he was doing, with hands once stained with countless blood, trembling with excitement, drawing ever closer to that white porcelain-like woman’s face.