Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 396 The Death of Kujo

"The Kujo family."

Long Chuanche unfolded a small fan, fanned himself, and thought for a moment before speaking.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"

His wife had always been reluctant for Long Chuanche to associate with that family, but now that the weather was hot, she actually took the initiative to ask if he wanted to go back and take a look.

The woman didn't say anything, took the folding fan from Long Chuanche's hand, and gently unfolded it.

"Not afraid."

The woman holding the Sun and Moon Fan had a smug look in her eyes, as if Long Chuanche had some kind of leverage over her.

Two days ago, news came from the Kujo family that Kujo Fujitaka had passed away and that his funeral and farewell ceremony would be held in the next two days.

The typical funeral process in Japan is as follows: confirming death, sending a notification, holding a farewell ceremony at a designated time, and then proceeding with cremation and other procedures.

According to the wives, news of Kujo Fujitaka's death should have spread long ago, but they didn't know why it was only made public two days ago.

"Your maternal grandfather died, which was, in some ways, more frightening than the death of the Emperor."

The lady seemed rather mysterious. As for the details of the Kujo family, Tatsukawa Toru had only heard a few things from others.

In politics, he is associated with the Komeito Party, a member of the Liberal Democratic Party, and in business, he controls heavy manufacturing, Japan's largest pillar industry.

"So you want me to go back, hoping I'll mourn at your grave and maybe I can get something out of it?"

The lady seemed a little furtive, so Long Chuanche took the folding fan back and fanned the two of them with a smile.

The Kujo family can be said to be one of the top three aristocratic families in Japan today. If Tatsukawa Toru were to stage a scene of recognizing his ancestors at his funeral, he would never need to write a book in his life.

"Get out of here." The wife nudged Long Chuanche with her elbow.

The woman exuded a mature and elegant charm. Leaning back on the sofa, she tapped Long Chuanche's nose with her finger.

"Are you starving in our house?"

A beautiful woman leaned back on the sofa, her clothes half-exposed.

The Takeda family never went hungry, either physically or mentally.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry."

Long Chuanche smiled and put the folding fan aside.

"I eat very well every day."

Long Chuanche's smiling face made his wife blush; she knew he was being inappropriate again.

"Don't make trouble."

The lady slapped Long Chuanche's hand away, sighed, and said:

"After all, he's your maternal grandfather, you should go and see him."

The woman nestled on the sofa had a soft and alluring face; if Maki Takeda were here, she certainly wouldn't have said such things.

"understood."

Ryukawa Tetsu pinched his wife's breasts under her open bathrobe.

Although the two families are enemies, death is of paramount importance.

His wife still hoped he would go back to see her one last time.

"Longchuan Che is going out?"

When Akane Takeda came downstairs rubbing her dried hair, Tatsuki Tatsuya had changed into casual clothes, and his wife was packing his things for going out.

Cell phone, wallet, and medicine for cooling off in the summer.

Akane Takeda increasingly felt that Tatsukawa Tetsu was being turned into a useless person by his mother.

'Like a wife?'

Akane Takeda narrowed her eyes as she looked at the two of them.

"Your brother went to Imamura's house; her grandfather passed away."

The wife didn't want her daughter to know about the events of the previous generation in both families, and Tatsukawa Tetsu also used the excuse of a classmate's family member passing away to go out.

"Now?"

The wife's words made Akane Takeda somewhat suspicious. It was already dark; who would attend a funeral so late at night?

"Now that your brother is famous, it's not convenient for him to go out during the day."

The wife didn't offer much explanation, but in fact, it would be very troublesome for Longchuan Che to appear at the funeral as a discarded son.

There are huge conflicts of interest within the large family. Now that the old man is dead, a legitimate son has suddenly appeared. The appearance of Long Chuanche may bring trouble and danger to himself.

"Don't make your mother angry at home." Longchuan Tetsu gave this instruction like the head of the family, which made Takeda Akane grit her teeth in anger before leaving.

Stepping out of the house, I walked under the shimmering starlight.

There are almost no people living in Shanzhonghu Village now.

The Watanabe family across the street had long since moved to Kawaguchiko, and at the village entrance, there was only a black cat wagging its tail on a treetop.

"Minister."

Longchuan Che whistled towards the top of the tree, and the black cat he had once picked up jumped onto his shoulder.

"It seems like I can support you now."

Long Chuanche rubbed the black cat's round head. This black cat had once been refused entry by his wife on the grounds that it was unhygienic.

"But we should still take it to the pet store to check if it has any parasites or anything."

Longchuan Che picked up the black cat and looked at it; it was a male cat.

Although he is no longer easily turned away by his wife, Tatsukawa Toru still has to consider that his wife likes cleanliness.

I used to just want to bring the cat home without a second thought, but now that I can actually make the decision to bring it home, I have to consider the woman's feelings.

"So, who's in control, me or them?"

Thinking of the woman's expression before she left, saying "I'm not afraid of you coming back," Long Chuan Che smiled and put the black cat back on his shoulder.

Accompanied by a black cat, we traveled from Lake Yamanaka all the way to Lake Kawaguchi.

Along the way, there were familiar platforms and a bright moon. Long Chuanche even stopped the car when passing a two-story building.

The car was a black sedan arranged by Natsuko Imamura, and the house was an ordinary residential building.

"Young Master Longchuan also knows Miss Songzhi?"

The driver was Shinomiya Keio, whom I had met once before. He was once Imamura Yukawa's personal driver, and it seems that he stayed by the young lady's side after the Minister of Education went to Hokkaido.

"Ah."

Long Chuanche turned his head and looked around. The small Western-style building he had visited a few times was brightly lit, and occasionally a girl's clear voice could be heard.

"Mom, where's my hair tie?"

"Dad, my brother left his socks by the door again."

The girl's voice was lively and clear, like a bright song in the dark night.

"So we know each other."

The other person seemed to have moved on from that failed relationship. Longchuan Che sighed, unable to quite express his feelings.

"It seems that Young Master Longchuan's relationship with you is more than just a simple acquaintance."

Shinomiya Keio chatted for a while, and after the boy signaled to drive, he smiled and glanced back.

He had a black cat sitting in his lap and was dressed in ordinary casual clothes.

This handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth is currently the most sought-after person in Japan.

"Oh? So what do you think our relationship is?"

The shadow half-enclosed Long Chuanche's body, and Long Chuanche smiled as he looked at the driver in front of him.

"You made me take a special detour just to catch a glimpse of Miss Songzhi."

Shinomiya Keio's laughter suddenly stopped halfway through, because the boy was looking at him with a very strange expression.

That was the look in your eyes that seemed to ask, "Why do you dare to guess what I'm thinking?"

With a calm expression, cold sweat suddenly broke out on Shinomiya Keio's forehead.

He suddenly remembered that besides being popular, the boy had another identity.

Acting Chairman of the Japan Writers Association.

This identity belonged to his former head of the family, someone whom even Imamura Yukawa treated with great respect.

"Hug, sorry!"

I was just a driver, not the other person's friend.

It's not something a driver like myself has the right to speculate about.

Shinomiya Keio straightened his slightly slouching body and restarted the car.

The black sedan led Ryukawa Tetsu into the powerful Kujo family compound.

(End of this chapter)