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

Chapter 408: Funeral as Wedding 2
The kimono the girl was wearing was not the same gold-colored one that Tatsukawa Tetsu often saw her wearing.

This time it's a light purple piece adorned with nine vines on which fish swim.

The belt is decorated with intricate and ornate patterns, and a bow symbolizing an unmarried girl is tied at the back.

"Wow, Xiazi, you're so beautiful!"

When friends come, they are still your own friends.

Miss Mu was clearly quite excited.

He pulled the girl into his house, leaving Longchuan Che, who had just been somewhat interrogating, aside.

"Setting off so early?"

After much deliberation, Long Chuanche decided to attend the old man's funeral.

Whether or not he inherits the family business is another matter, but Tatsukawa Tetsu wants to take back the diary.

Is there handwriting identical to yours in the diary? What is buried in those frank and casual remarks?
Long Chuanche felt that his life was like a ball of yarn that was not yet tangled, but as long as he grabbed one end of the thread, he could untangle it completely.

"Thank you."

Natsuko Imamura smiled at her best friend who was praising her, then turned to look at Toru Ryukawa.

"He told me to come pick you up early."

He here is clearly Natsuko Imamura's maternal grandfather.

The moment the old man decided to meet Tatsukawa Tetsu, many things were destined to be exposed.

What exactly is he trying to do?

Longchuan Che didn't ask that question because the old man promised him that he would return the diary to him as long as he went to the funeral.

"Please have a seat."

Of course, you can't wear a size 24 jersey when you're going out. The young lady is dressed like an elegant princess. From a distance, Long Chuanche looks like he's about to take a three-step layup while holding a basketball.

When the boy went to change his clothes, Songzhi Muzi visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

What were you doing just now?

The girl sat down in the spot where Long Chuanche had just been sitting, her back ramrod straight, her hands elegantly folded in front of her, a noble posture completely different from her usual self.

Her small face was covered in pink makeup, and her jet-black eyelashes gave her a beauty that was truly that of a refined lady.

What are you doing?

Songzhi Muzi blushed slightly and seemed reluctant to answer.

"He actually proposed?" Natsuko Imamura asked, somewhat surprised.

"You fouled again!" Songzhi Muzi's face showed annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl smiled gently and picked up the paper that Long Chuanche had placed on the small table and looked at it.

The word "marriage" stands out prominently.

"What a frivolous man."

The young lady's pale hands seemed a little distracted as she held the paper, while only Songzhi Muzi beside her nodded frantically.

"Yeah, yeah, and she even said that she didn't tell her parents that he cheated on her because she wanted to marry him."

"I have my reasons for not being honest; his response is just sophistry!"

Miss Muzi's face was full of "Ah! How could Longchuan Che be so mean?" The young lady glanced at her best friend without saying a word.

"Natsuko."

The girl suddenly looked at her friend with a pitiful expression.

Do you think I'm actually thinking about marrying him?

Ryukawa Tetsu spoke with absolute certainty, and even Matsue Moko, who dared not tell her parents the truth, began to hesitate.

Even after Longchuan Che made a mistake, did she still have that one percent hope?
Songzhi Muzi looked at her somewhat unusual best friend and wanted an answer.

"You are not suitable."

The girl neither said yes nor no.

She calmly put the papers away, giving you a look that said, "I told you so."

"They are unsuitable in every way, from personality to attitude towards things."

The girl spoke earnestly, and Songzhi Muzi was taken aback.

"It's not that inappropriate, is it?"

That's why girls are such strange creatures.

He desperately told Ryukawa Tetsuya, "Give up! I will never forgive you."

However, the girl rubbed her fingers together, feeling a little embarrassed, after hearing her best friend's comments.

"He can teach me to write, and I can teach him volleyball."

"Don't you mind his relationship with Miss Takeda?"

The girl's argument was abruptly interrupted by the young lady, and a look of sudden realization appeared on Matsue Muko's sweet face. "Oh, right!"

"Whether you get married or not is another matter, but this is what's on your head."

The young lady picked up a handful of grass and placed it on the girl's head. The bright green grass looked lush and green on the girl's head.

“Indeed, I’ve been thinking about marrying him all day, and my thoughts about Miss Takeda have been completely disrupted by him.”

The girl nodded, giving her a "thank goodness you're here" look.

Marrying Tatsukawa Toru involves not only the question of compatibility, but also how to handle the relationship with Takeda Maki.

A woman with a strong personality could very well find herself in a situation where the mistress dominates the wife.

The little girl leaned back, her expression conveying the sentiment that her relationship with him had indeed come to an end.

"Right, that is it."

The young lady stared at the girl with a smile, and no one noticed that she put the manuscript with the words "marriage" written by Long Chuanche into her arms.

Why are you wearing a blade of grass on your head?

After leaving Songzhi Muzi's house, I got into the young lady's luxury car.

The cold window circulated cold air, and for some reason, Miss Mu Zi, who had come along, had a blade of grass on her head and a frighteningly cold expression.

"Remind yourself."

Songzhi Muzi adjusted the green grass on her head, which she had picked in the courtyard.

"Reminder of what?"

Long Chuanche was a little curious; the girl's look was quite unique.

She was wearing a light blue kimono and had a green grass stick on her head.

"It reminds me to have a steadfast heart."

The girl's gaze was firm, as cold as a fishmonger who had been killing fish at a fishmonger's stall for over a decade.

After speaking to Long Chuanche, she turned her head away and refused to look at him, as if saying another word would be a waste.

What's wrong with her?

Long Chuanche was a little confused, because the girl was fine when he went upstairs.

She blushes and gets shy, but now she's like a cold-blooded killer, never giving anyone a chance.

"Who knows?"

The young lady took Longchuan Che's manuscript paper and pointed to something that looked like a table of contents.

"You want to write a popular novel?"

"White Night" and "The Devotion of Suspect X".

Unlike purely literary works with a strong narrative style, the catalogue on the list has a strong sense of suspense and mystery.

Japan is a major publishing country.

Leaving aside authors of pure literature who hold high status and significance, popular literature authors occupy a larger market share.

Their writing is more popular with the general public, and even relatively ordinary popular literature creators earn more than most literary authors.

"Because we need to make money."

Longchuan crossed his arms, making a thoughtful expression.

"We can't use Zhenfei's money to support Muzi."

Ryukawa Tetsuya was never short of money, or rather, he didn't have the opportunity to spend money when he was with Takeda Maki.

That woman's assets are in the hundreds of millions, and neither he nor his wife know how much money she has secretly saved.

"Who wants you to support him?"

After being reminded by her best friend, she was completely awake.

Songzhi Muzi looked at the despicable, smelly man.

"I can earn money to support myself."

"She sounds like a strong yet gentle independent woman."

Despite being rejected again, Tatsukawa Tetsu was not annoyed. In the midst of their argument, the car had already driven into Kujo's house.

There was the funeral of Kujo Fujitaka, and a large group of people from the Kujo branch family were waiting there.

Each of them was dressed in a kimono that was either formal or ornate. Natsuko Imamura placed her hands on the hands of Toru Ryukawa, who was resting on the sofa.

"There's no need to do that."

Her fair, delicate hands had a warm touch.

The gentle girl looked at Long Chuanche.

"You will never have to worry about wealth again."

(End of this chapter)