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

Chapter 416 All My Ex-Girls Are Sitting at the Same Table

Bai Academy.

Everyone around was talking about the old man's death.

There was sadness, and there was also relief.

Maki Takeda, however, focused her gaze on the girl's hands.

It was a small and exquisite flute, short in length and entirely silver, gleaming brightly in the Kujo family's hall.

Where did you get this piccolo?

Maki Takeda squinted, feeling that the face looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen it before.

"Isn't this Longchuan Che's mother's?"

The banquet hall was set up like this: there was a row of small tables on each side. The lady was sitting next to Maki Takeda. When she saw something that looked familiar, she casually mentioned it.

"Something from Kujo Xizi?"

The woman looked around, then opened her hands to the girl.

"What?" Mu Zi asked curiously.

“Let me see,” said Maki Takeda.

Hesitant and indecisive.

In the end, Ms. Mu handed the piccolo to the woman.

"How did you get this thing?"

Takeda Maki fiddled with the piccolo for a moment, then raised an eyebrow at the girl.

The piccolo has six holes and is entirely silver. This short whistle is characterized by its brighter tone the shorter it is.

The one in the girl's hand is only the size of her palm.

"At once…"

The girl rubbed her palms together, looking somewhat hesitant.

He gave it to me.

The girl blushed and turned her head away; in the end, she still didn't dare to tell the truth.

Won't you be angry?
definitely will.

My boyfriend gave his flute to another girl and even said something like that as a wedding token.

Miss Mu covered her face, feeling a little hot. She never expected that she would become a girl who liked to lie.

It's all Tatsukawa Tetsu's fault!

Miss Mu thought to herself.

"hehe."

Takeda Maki smiled enigmatically and returned the items to the girl.

"Is Miss Maki very familiar with Archer's mother?"

Songzhi Muzi breathed a sigh of relief and put the flute away again.

"It's not bad."

The two women, one older and one younger, sat together, creating an unexpectedly harmonious scene.

Maki Takeda rested her chin on her hand, looking around with a hint of boredom.

Everywhere there were gray and black figures, and flickering candlesticks.

The Kujo family's dinner party was quite interesting; everyone sat there quietly like puppets, speaking in hushed tones.

Takeda Maki had often seen similar scenes long ago, when the two families still had a cooperative relationship.

"What kind of person was Archer's mother?"

Miss Muko blinked curiously. Her only impression of Tatsuki Toru's mother was the photo behind Kuonji Temple.

Beneath the silvery light, which resembled a galaxy, was a smiling face.

To ensure her impoverished son wouldn't come empty-handed, the woman planted golden chrysanthemums beside the grave early on.

Those chrysanthemums, I wonder if they were keeping me company or keeping Longchuan company.

Every year after the New Year, the boy would go there alone.

"Her."

The Executive Vice Minister picked up the wine glass in front of him with a strange expression.

The person who used to be her peer is now considered her mother-in-law.

"Ask Takako."

The woman took a sip of sake to hide the blush on her cheeks and passed the question on to her younger sister.

The girl blinked and looked at Takako Takeda beside her, noticing that Akane Takeda was also secretly listening.

The topic of Tatsuki Tatsumi's mother is very mysterious; she had never heard of her before.

She didn't even know that the other person was the owner of this luxurious, almost imperial residence.

"Sister Xizi."

The lady picked up the sake in front of her and took a sip.

"My only impression of her is that she was seriously ill."

Kujo Nishiko passed away after a serious illness, but the photo she left for her son showed a gentle face, as warm as a spring breeze.

The girl was having some trouble connecting the two situations.

"Is she unwell?"

Miss Mu glanced furtively at the wine glass in front of her.

In Japan, people under the age of 20 cannot drink alcohol, but she had seen Tatsukawa Toru drink it many times.

"Sheng Longchuan Che is seriously ill."

Takeda Maki didn't explain much, but picked up the sake cup in front of her and poured a cup for Matsueda Moko.

"What a pity." The smooth wine turned a pale gold color under the light, and Miss Mu picked it up and sighed.

People were occasionally talking around, but no one appeared to host the family dinner.

The group chatted idly during this time.

"That flute was one of the few things that Tatsuki Ryukawa's mother left him."

The lady, separated by a seat, watched the girl with a smile.

"He must have said something else while giving you the things, right?"

The lady's words made Miss Mu's heart skip a beat.

Is it still impossible to escape? Mu Zi.

The girl made this expression.

"He's not going to say he wants to marry you, is he?"

The executive officer looked at the little girl with a smile.

I don't know if it was the alcohol or my face turning red with embarrassment.

Miss Mu picked up a piece of paper and half-covered her face.

How did you know?!

These words were written all over the girl's face.

"He can't let go of me, and he can't leave you behind, so all he can do is keep you by his side."

Miss Muzi discovered that the woman in front of her possessed a boldness that ordinary women lacked.

Things that were originally somewhat shameful sounded quite ordinary to her.

"Aren't you angry?"

Mu Zi picked up her wine glass and carefully clinked it with the other person's. The two sat near the entrance, where a warm breeze blew in.

"Why are you angry?"

Takeda Maki raised an eyebrow at the girl.

"I was just playing around with him."

"what?"

Songzhi Muzi's hands were trembling.

Did Archer encounter a bad woman?
This expression appeared on the girl's face.

"It just means that playing might take a little longer."

The woman held up her wine glass with a slightly dazed expression. Under the light, the rim of the glass had a soothing sheen and a faint trace of rouge.

When did I learn to apply rouge?

The Executive Vice President can't figure it out, and he doesn't want to.

"You seem to like him quite a bit."

Miss Mu was a little jealous; this woman's duplicity was somewhat frightening.

"Perhaps. What about you? Did you say yes?"

Seeing that piccolo made Maki Takeda feel slightly uncomfortable. She had said she wouldn't marry Toru Ryukawa, but seeing it in person made it impossible for her not to care.

Maintain a cold freedom under the watchful eyes of the gods.

That line from Peasso's poem seems to be becoming more and more of an empty phrase.

"Who knows."

The two got along so well that they didn't even notice a woman appearing in the middle of the room.

The woman, acting as the hostess of the family dinner, introduced someone to everyone.

The banquet was getting noisier and noisier, and two girls, one older and one younger, were drinking in a corner.

"He said he wanted to marry me, but how can I agree to that?"

Maki Takeda could not be completely with Ryukawa because of worldly matters and her younger sister.

Muko cannot be completely with Ryukawa Tetsu because of Takeda Maki's existence.

The two women, one big and one small, sighed simultaneously, noticing that everyone around them was looking towards the door.

"what happened?"

The executive director, who had been engrossed in chatting, asked a question.

"It is said that..."

The wife sensed something was wrong.

"Nijo Maki is planning to introduce her daughter's fiancé."

"fiancé?"

The executive tilted his head and noticed the girl next to him tugging at him.

Following the girl's gaze, the executive director looked at the boy holding Imamura Natsuko's hand.

One of them wore a patterned haori, and the other wore a light blue kimono.

The two looked very well-matched, and then, with a snap, Takeda Maki snapped her hair.

He crushed the wine glass in his hand.

This is how Mr. Ryukawa recalled the dinner at the Kujo family home.

The wife looked somewhat surprised, while the executive looked like he wanted to kill someone.

And Miss Mu Zi…

Long Chuanche looked at the girl whose face was flushed.

The girl pouted.

She looked like she was about to cry from feeling wronged.

(End of this chapter)