<h4>Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Mr. Gu is handsome and extraordinary, a feast for the eyes.</h4>


    Ji Wei was slightly surprised.


    The Yamamoto Yu before her waspletely different from what she had imagined. She thought he’d be a merciless demon who killed without blinking, but to her astonishment, he turned out to be aughing elderly man, full of life and rosy-cheeked.


    What surprised her even more was that Yamamoto’s Mandarin was quite fluent.


    Ji Wei snorted coldly and replied in Mandarin, "Mr. Yamamoto didn’t bring me here just for a chat, did he?"


    "Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Yamamoto Yu suddenly asked this out of the blue. Seeing Ji Wei’s mouth open wide in astonishment, as though she had swallowed an egg, Yamamoto Yu guessed she hadn’t eaten. He then instructed a nearby servant to fetch tableware. "Miss Ji, do you mind apanying this old man for breakfast?"


    After a brief moment of shock, Ji Wei regained herposure and declined decisively, "I only eat breakfast with my husband."


    The men in ck standing nearby were utterly dumbfounded!


    Being able to dine with someone like Yamamoto Yu—such a big-time crime boss—was the dream of countless people, and this woman just t-out refused?!


    Yamamoto Yu froze momentarily, again taken aback by Ji Wei’s personality. "Well, that makes sense. Mr. Gu is strikingly handsome, truly a feast for the eyes. Naturally, you wouldn’t want to eat with an old geezer like me."


    Yamamoto Yu returned to his seat, picked up his chopsticks, but found himself unable to start eating. He raised his eyes and nced at Ji Wei again. "Having you stare at me like this while I eat, it doesn’t feel very hospitable on my part. I can’t eat like this."


    Ji Wei sneered, "Is that so? Well, Mr. Yamamoto, if you want me to apany you for breakfast, sure, but you must agree to let me see Mo Qian."


    Yamamoto Yu’s expression showed some difficulty. "That might be a bit tricky. I made a bet with Mr. Gu—tonight, we’ll settle things again at the underground fight. To avoid unnecessaryplications, he won’t see anyone before tonight."


    Ji Wei scoffed inwardly: You sly old fox, you just don’t want Gu Moqian to see anyone.


    But why on earth would Gu Moqian still be betting with this old man? Could it be some condition to save Nami?


    Seeing Ji Wei remain silent, Yamamoto Yu took a step back and said, "Other than seeing him, anything else you ask, I can agree to."


    Was this old man really so insistent on her having breakfast with him?


    Ji Wei was deeply puzzled, but on second thought, wasn’t this also an opportunity?


    Being close to Yamamoto Yu would undoubtedly be helpful to Gu Moqian.


    "Alright." Ji Wei finally relented. "If you let me see that bastard Ji Chuyang, I’ll have breakfast with you."


    She pronounced thest three words deliberately, one by one, her eyebrows yful and her demeanor mischievously simr to that man.


    Yamamoto Yu’s breath hitched as he watched her.


    "Fine, I ept your request."


    Yamamoto Yu agreed readily. To him, Ji Chuyang was nothing more than a troublesome burden. If not for the asional usefulness, he would’ve kicked him out a long time ago.


    Ji Wei raised an eyebrow slightly and walked over.


    A servant immediately stepped forward to pull out a chair for her.


    Ji Wei sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and stared at the dozens ofrge and small dishes in front of her, not knowing where to start.


    She couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: Yamamoto Yu is the epitome of a filthy rich show-off. Even breakfast is so over-the-top and wasteful!


    In the end, Ji Wei chose what looked like the simplest sushi, picked it up, and took a bite.


    Next to her, Yamamoto Yu, in a very good mood, said, "If you don’t mind, you can call me uncle."


    The sushi in Ji Wei’s mouth nearly made her choke.


    "Cough, cough, cough..." Ji Wei clutched her mouth and coughed a few times in difort.


    "Quick, get Miss Ji some water," Yamamoto Yu instructed the servant nearby.


    The servant finally reacted and hurriedly handed Ji Wei a ss of water.


    After drinking several sips, Ji Wei finally caught her breath, her eyes full of confusion as she looked at the old man.


    Had Yamamoto Yu’s brain short-circuited? At his age, he still had the nerve to ask her to call him "uncle."