Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 212 Decision
midnight.

Qianchuan Liangxiang washed the dishes and then stood on the balcony, lost in thought.

She thought about a lot of things.

Love is selfish.

So it's normal to want to get rid of someone, and it's even more normal to complain about them.

After sitting for a while, her buttocks ached, but Qianchuan's heart ached even more. She didn't know where to go and could only stand there in a daze.

They left Kitahara.

It seems he's even lost his home. Did this guy foresee this coming?

That's really going too far.

At 10 p.m., one of the lights on the second floor was turned on.

When Qianchuan saw Hanaya Seiko come out of the room and sit down next to him, this proud woman had even brought a blanket with her.

"Put this on, it's cold at night."

Hanaya Seiko comforted her, and seeing that Chikawa Ryoka had tucked her face into her knees, she patted her back.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me, I should thank you for being so generous," Hua Gu said.

“I’m not magnanimous; I want to take a knife and chop them up,” Qianchuan said in a low voice.

"I'm leaving."

Hanaya Seiko broke out in a cold sweat; she was one of them.

Qianchuan didn't try to stop her.

But Hua Gu still sat there, keeping Qian Chuan company as they watched the moon.

Seeing that Xiaoqianchuan looked numb, Hanaya thought for a moment but didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only pull her into his arms.

She was the daughter of a wealthy family.

She was never upset because her husband had several lovers, nor did she think it was a big deal, since she valued Kitahara's abilities more. Of course, there was also some love involved.

“Tell me your stories,” Hanaya Seiko whispered.

"Just a kept canary," Chikawa Ryoka said self-deprecatingly, resting her head on her shoulder.

“You have over 500,000 fans now, it’s not hard for you to go independent, I support you in leaving,” said Hanaya Seiko generously. “What’s the point of keeping this scumbag around? We should have a better life.”

Afterwards, when Senkawa glanced at her, Hanaya Seiko fell silent.

Qianchuan wiped away her tears. "I'm not stupid. I'm his official girlfriend, and we can get married and divide his assets. Beiyuan's current earning power means he can give me at least several hundred billion in the future. Why should I give this benefit to you?"

“This number might be too low,” Hanaya Seiko said quietly.

"I wouldn't be able to use more than that." Qianchuan understood this clearly.

"Then why are you still angry? Just consider it as marrying money," Hanaya Seiko said gently.

Qianchuan's expression was numb. "I only want him to love me, and everything he has is mine."

"Then I object to your idea."

"invalid objection."

"Are you a child?"

"I am his official girlfriend."

These words caused Nakamura Miyoko, who was eavesdropping in a corner, to cough up blood, severely injuring her.

Hanaya Seiko was also furious: "Damn it, if I hadn't met him later, would I have your status?"

"That's it."

"Get out here right now!" Hanaya Seiko said to the person behind her, "I saw you lurking there half an hour ago. You like to sneak around and eavesdrop on other people's secrets, don't you?"

I call this a strategy.

Miyoko Nakamura smiled smugly as she emerged from the shadows, but her smile didn't last long.

She saw hatred in Qianchuan's eyes.

The icy, bone-chilling sensation made Nakamaki Miyoko restrain herself; she was truly afraid that Chikawa would lose control and stab herself.

"Why are you all crowding around here?" Qianchuan asked.

"Water flows downhill, and people strive for higher places," said Miyoko Nakamura naturally. "I also have the right to pursue a better life."

The simple and unadorned answer left Qianchuan speechless.

Hanaya Seiko turned her face away.

She had some similar reasons.

"I see now, you're all scheming and wicked." Qianchuan patted his butt and got up.

Miyoko Nakamaki and Seiko Hanatani remained silent.

"What if there are people like that in the future?"

“You can do this today.”

"Will others be able to do the same in the future?"

Qianchuan Liangxiang left behind these words and departed alone, successfully adding to the frustration of the other two.

"Damn it, this woman is ungrateful! You came here to comfort her, how wicked!" Nakamaki Miyoko cursed.

Hanaya Seiko glanced at her, silently returned to her room, and casually left behind the words: "If you want to ruin our relationship, you'd better not use such a brainless method."

Miyoko Nakamaki watched her retreating figure and murmured, "So, is it even useful?"

On the third day, at noon.

Qianchuan arranged for the medical team to confiscate Beiyuan's phone; she wanted to use this as a sting operation to see just how many people were still involved.

The phone is just sitting in the living room.

The three people were visible to the naked eye.

It's within easy reach.

The TV was turned up high and was playing the most popular anime series of the time, "Chocolate," but no one paid attention to the drama. Even the workaholic Hanaya Seiko was too preoccupied to look at her files and kept glancing at her phone in the center of the living room.

“I don’t think this is right. It’s wrong to pry into other people’s privacy,” Miyoko Nakamaki muttered to herself.

No one responded to her comment for the time being.

But it doesn’t matter.

She had a brilliant plan.

“I suggest we turn it off to create the illusion that it’s out of power, then wait for it to come to us. Of course, I won’t even look at it; I’ll leave it to you, Madam,” Miyoko Nakamura said ingratiatingly.

Hanaya Seiko raised an eyebrow, feeling that this woman had used the same trick before, and that she herself had been deceived in the same way.

She glanced at Qianchuan Liangxiang.

The little girl remained silent, her face blank, but as everyone knows, no answer is the best answer.

in the afternoon.

The knocking on the door was urgent, and the three people in the living room immediately recognized that the fish had taken the bait.

Qianchuan silently got up and went to open the door, but the two people who appeared next made her frown in surprise.

"Ms. Sato, Ms. Kosaka"

The two teachers who appeared before me were mature and plump, each with their own unique charm, and both looked worried.

Sato Sayuri was also startled by Chikawa's appearance, but realizing that the two had a close relationship, she suppressed her unease and asked, "How is he?"

"Thankfully, it's under control now. Teacher, please come here for a cup of tea." Qianchuan Liangxiang suppressed her shock, quickly composed herself, and said calmly.

"I'm not in the mood for tea, I'm going upstairs to take a look."

"The nurse said I can't see anyone now, or I'll get infected."

"It's okay, I'm in good health, it's fine."

Sato Sayuri was anxious.

Chikawa Ryoka looked at the female teacher in front of her and felt a pang of heartache for no reason.

This urgency is just like when I first arrived here; nothing I did could dissuade me.
This woman is different from everyone else.

"Alright, calm down. He won't die. If you keep making a scene and go up there, he won't get any rest."

In the end, it was her best friend Asuka Kousaka who persuaded Sayuri to calm down and sit in the living room in a daze.

Sato Sayuri was in a state of utter confusion.

Kitahara didn't reply to the message at first, and she thought he hadn't seen it. Her mother had also reminded her that a man should prioritize his career and couldn't always focus on her.

and so.

She has always followed the tradition of the Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman) and waited patiently.

It wasn't until this morning, when I tried to call and found the phone was switched off, that I realized something serious had happened. "Everything will be alright."

"This guy has a medical team protecting him, it's hard for him to die even if he wants to," Asuka Kousaka reassured him.

"But I'm just worried. I wish I had known sooner."

Sayuri Sato sat on the sofa wiping away her tears.

Qianchuan looked at her and silently handed her a tissue. "Teacher, do you like him a lot?"

"Huh? No."

Sato Sayuri was startled and looked panicked. "I don't like him. I'm just worried about my students."

Qianchuan stared into her eyes, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. She remained silent for a long time before saying, "Oh, I see. I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

Say it.

She went back to her room alone.

Something's wrong with Qianchuan.

Sayuri Sato noticed.

She opened her swollen eyes, glanced at the departing Qianchuan Liangxiang, and felt that the other person seemed to be just like herself.

but.
Sato Sayuri doesn't care about Kitahara's past.

Just as she was able to accept Kitahara's 'profession' at the beginning, she didn't care how many women Kitahara had known before, as long as he loved her now.

So she took the initiative to knock on Qianchuan Liangxiang's door.

"I want to talk to you."

"Me too, Mr. Sato."

Inside the room, the girl's voice was weak, but without any hesitation.

in the afternoon.

Sayuri Sato went back.

Meanwhile, in her small room, Chikawa Ryoka made her decision.

It's the fourth day since Kitahara moved into the dark room.

Early in the morning.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his girlfriend sitting beside him, sitting upright with calm eyes.

She has the demeanor of a mature, domineering woman.

It just makes your heart flutter a little.

"You don't need to get up. The doctor said you need to lie down for a week, otherwise your heart won't be able to function properly. I made some white porridge and fed it to you." Qianchuan said calmly, serving him the porridge. After Beiyuan finished eating, she put down her chopsticks and took them to clean up.

They didn't say anything during the journey.

noon.

Kitahara glanced at the recent events. During the days he was in a coma, the businessman was shot, multiple newspapers reported on it, and a bizarre picture was also published. The situation seemed to have reversed.

In addition, there's Elon Musk, the richest man in the world, publicly supporting businessmen, and how many shells the Middle Eastern tyrant has been hit by, etc.

His earlier Tesla stock purchases were also affected by these events, resulting in some losses.

"Nothing major happened."

Kitahara muttered to himself.

Then, he discovered his phone was missing and broke out in a cold sweat.

After one hour.

Chikawa brought lunch over again. On the way, Kitahara was drowsy and asked where his phone was.

"It's out of power, I've put it away," Qianchuan said casually. "If you need it, I'll fully charge it and bring it to you."

"Something came up at the company."

"it is good."

After getting the phone, Kitahara wasn't in a hurry to look at it.

It's obvious that there's a lot of information inside, but the question is whether the girlfriend has seen it?

He muttered to himself, but dared not ask. He knew how many women were inside, so he felt even more guilty. His eyes darted around, and he didn't dare to look at his girlfriend too much, for fear of seeing disappointment in her eyes.

But Chikawa Ryoka didn't say anything until lunch was over, as if she hadn't noticed anything at all.

Just before leaving, he added, "You don't need to do that."

Qianchuan said with a blank expression, "I was originally your pet canary, so I don't care about these things."

I won't care
You should try to tone down your expression.

Kitahara gave a wry smile, looking at Chikawa, who was pursing his lips, trying to appear calm but unable to hide his grievances. Chikawa seemed to sense something, pursed his lips, rubbed his eyes, glanced at him, and then left.

But that expression.

It looks exactly like when we first met.

Back then, Qianchuan was very aloof, rarely smiled, and was always fierce to everyone.

Let's calm everyone down first.

Kitahara opened his phone and was shocked to see it was flooded with messages, 99+.

Miyoko Nakamaki, Yuka Takasaka, Chikawa Takagi.

He replied to each one.

There were six or seven people who came to visit, and the others were fine, except for Sayuri Sato.
If the female teacher and his girlfriend were to run into each other, that would be truly disastrous. Hopefully, nothing serious happened while he was sick.

evening.

Kitahara lay on the bed looking at the scenery. It was a rare sunset, one he hadn't seen before. In the middle of the sunset, Chikawa opened the door and came in. She had changed into a white cotton dress, her black hair was neatly hung over her shoulders, and her eyes were bright. She was a very beautiful and artistic young woman.

She found a chair and sat by the window. Before sitting down, she smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt, smoothing them down her bottom, and then sat down to enjoy the scenery with Kitahara.

"The contract I signed is for three years, and I won't take a single penny for those three years."

Kitahara got a headache the moment he opened his mouth.

The girlfriend explained what happened next; she was throwing a tantrum and didn't want to stay.

“I have a lot of fans, and I can make money from advertising. Consider this as repaying your favor.” Qianchuan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, but his expression remained calm, as if he had already made up his mind.

"Don't rush to speak."

Kitahara interrupted her: "You need money when your business is just starting out. It's good to keep some on hand."

Qianchuan was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

She thought for a moment and then said, "I don't think you're short of money, so there's really no point in doing this, but I will return everything you gave me."

Kitahara's head throbbed with pain as she listened. She tried to stop them, but Chikawa interrupted her, her expression serious: "I hope you can let me finish, okay?"

Kitahara had no choice but to nod and listen.

One person listened, and the other spoke, until the sun set.

Shadows enveloped the room.

Chikawa Ryoka raised her eyes. "I'm leaving now."

Kitahara did not try to stop him.

night.

He suddenly woke up and couldn't fall back asleep, so he checked his work on his phone.

Miyoko Nakamaki is still keeping an eye on things in Kyoto, and the same goes for Tokyo; there's no need to worry about it for now. As for the stocks, a small team has been continuously buying them for her.

Nothing to do.

Kitahara went through the chat history and, as if by some strange twist of fate, found his girlfriend and clicked on her profile.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Dozens of withdrawal messages.

Earlier ones, however, cannot be reversed.

The flu is quite serious in Tokyo, so please take good care of yourself when you come back.

Turn the air conditioner temperature down and don't stay up late.

Hehe, I gained a lot more followers today, and I even earned some advertising fees! I'll treat you to dinner once the client sends the money.

I went out just now, and someone asked for my contact information. Unfortunately, I have a boyfriend, so when is he coming back? 0u0

"I'm a rich woman, send me money, come home immediately!"

Qianchuan's words revealed the affection of a young girl. She knew that Beiyuan was busy with work and did not reply to messages often, but that did not stop her from sending messages to Beiyuan every day.

Kitahara leaned against the pillow, unable to sleep all night.

(End of this chapter)