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

Chapter 424 Couple

That night, it seemed like a lot happened at the Kujo family's house, yet it also seemed like nothing happened at all.

As the darkness receded like the tide, the girl sleeping on the bed slowly woke up.

A gentle breeze blew across the dried-up candlestick. When the quiet-looking girl woke up in her own bed, her eyes seemed to be a little dazed, as if she hadn't quite reacted yet.

The White Academy, bloodstains, the gleaming light of the knife reflecting the狰狞 face of his mother.

"woke up?"

As the girl was lost in her memories, a man's voice came from beside the bed.

"dragon…"

Natsuko Imamura tried to open her mouth, but what came out was a terrifyingly hoarse voice.

The vocal cords in my throat seem to have been strained from shouting not long ago.

The young lady calmly looked at the man beside the bed.

He was still wearing that kimono with his family crest, holding his diary in his hand, and poured himself a glass of water when he saw that he was awake.

"How long have I slept?"

Imamura Natsuko asked calmly.

Distracted, bewildered, uneasy.

The once gentle and playful young lady seems to have taken on many different personas.

"Two days, three days?"

Longchuan Che placed the cup next to the young lady's pillow, and the two remained silent for a moment.

"Where are Mu Zi and the others?"

The girl stared blankly at the ceiling, then after a long silence, asked...
"left already."

Long Chuanche pulled out two pieces of dried fruit from his pocket, looking somewhat annoyed.

"You won't give me a chance to explain, and you won't listen to anything I say. You've really ruined my life this time."

She claimed that she had caused him great distress, but the young lady showed no remorse on her face.

She stared blankly at the ceiling for a long while before finally speaking.

"Is the funeral over?"

The question here concerns the old man's funeral. The news has already been released, so it's impossible for Kujo Fujitaka to suddenly jump out and tell everyone it was a joke.

"Your father attended the funeral."

Long Chuan Che put the candied fruit in his mouth, and what he said made the young lady's eyes flicker.

"You didn't go?"

The girl spoke in a dry voice, her gaze not lingering on the dark, dull roof beam.

The girl's room had a scholarly atmosphere.

Her handwritten notebooks were displayed on various shelves.

The girl stared at the man occupying the desk next to her bed, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't hear a reply from him.

"You should go."

The young lady said this.

"Grandpa's funeral is itself a way for you to return to the public eye."

First, he used the news of his own death to lure out a group of people who already had disloyal intentions, and then he used a funeral to announce the existence of Tatsukawa Toru.

The boy didn't attend his own funeral, despite being thoroughly exploited by Kujo Fujitaka.

"It's not like he's really dead."

Longchuan Che picked up his diary and blew on it.

"And my mother doesn't want me to come back either."

Even though Tatsukawa Tetsu didn't get the second half of the diary, he already knew why Kujo Nishiko took him away.

This family was filled with too much scheming and strife. Before she died, Kujo Nishiko left Ryukawa Tetsu with only four words: "Live well."

"I really envy you, Tatsukawa Tetsu."

The word "mother" seemed to remind the girl of something, and then she dragged her somewhat weak body to her feet.

"So what are you going to do next?"

The two seemed to subconsciously avoid certain topics, and Long Chuanche thought for a moment before speaking.

"Take over the Writers' Association as soon as possible, increase its influence, and control all aristocratic families and powerful clans."

If he doesn't return to the Kujo family, Tatsukichi might have to face what happened a few days ago again when the old man actually dies.

The old man gave him a reminder: it seems he's writing books for money now.

"pretty good."

The young lady drooped her eyelids slightly.

Long Chuanche didn't want to come back; he wanted to earn his own living on his own. The young lady touched her shoulder coldly.

"Want to grab something to eat together?"

The boy handed the girl her coat; the young lady seemed unusually weak at that moment. "Okay."

The girl pulled back the covers and got up; the sunlight outside the room was a bit too bright.

"The head of Mizuho Financial has changed, and the Komeito party has also been reshuffled..."

Longchuan Che recounted recent events, but the young lady showed no interest in listening.

"Where's my father?"

The girl asked softly; it seemed she had been looking for someone ever since she woke up.

"Who knows."

Longchuan Che muttered something, then said he might have gone to dig potatoes.

The young lady remained silent, because she had no idea what Long Chuanche was thinking.

The ability to guess someone's thoughts becomes ineffective when they are on guard. The young lady sighed as she looked down the long corridor.

After passing one or two small pavilions, you might occasionally encounter one or two servants.

"Sir, Madam."

Even though Tatsuki Tatsumi doesn't appear in the public eye, many people already know that he is the male owner of this place and Natsuko Imamura is the female owner.

The two walked along the shady path toward the White Academy like a newlywed couple.

"Most of our family meals are eaten there."

The young lady suddenly said something.

"I know I know."

Long Chuanche held the girl's cold hand, which seemed to have lost its warmth.

"She appears there once every four years."

The young lady seemed to be showing off something to Long Chuanche, and a beautiful smile appeared on her lips when she said that she would come once every four years.

She is a gentle and quiet girl with a unique and graceful temperament.

She clung tightly to Long Chuanche, asking him to lead her.

Will I still be able to see her four years from now?

The girl's face showed loneliness and sadness, and Long Chuanche felt his palm being squeezed painfully by her.

"you hate me?"

The two, still bound by their engagement, walked slowly towards the White Academy.

The young lady didn't speak, but looked at the daylight outside and felt somewhat dazed.

Some people are simply erased from her life, even if she knows they never loved her.

“She is my mother, Tatsukawa Tetsu.”

Something warm dripped onto the boy's hand in the sunlight, but Longchuan Che didn't say anything.

"I thought you could think it through."

After a long pause, Long Chuanche spoke.

“You know very well what I said to her back then. Even with a lie that was so obvious, she still chose to give up on you.”

What did Tatsukawa Tetsu say to Nijo Maki at that time?

The boy's actions made it perfectly clear.

Two and one.

pick one of two.

Only one of the mother and daughter can survive.

Anyone with a brain would know that Tatsukawa Tetsu wouldn't let her Nijo Maki go, so she chose to fight with all her might for a sliver of hope.

“But she is my mother, Tatsukawa Tetsu.”

The pain that had been interrupted a few days ago seemed to suddenly turn against her, and the young lady abruptly stopped in front of the White Academy.

Warm tears streamed down the girl's cheeks; she was afraid to go back into that place.

There was blood everywhere a few nights ago.

The woman pleaded desperately for the place where she had been saved.

"so what?"

Long Chuanche turned his head away in front of Bai Shuyuan.

"Kill me to avenge her."

People who love each other will get married, and Natsuko Imamura doesn't know if that will happen to her.

But just a few days ago, she refused to enter this place.

She witnessed Tatsukawa Tetsu plunging a knife into her mother's body.

Her mother was running forward.

She witnessed her husband kill her own family members.

(End of this chapter)