Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 213 Night Chat
As September drew to a close, the sunshine became increasingly scorching, but rainy days also began to appear.

The rain was pattering softly.

One morning, it fell silently. By then, Kitahara was already able to get out of bed. He found some coffee and sat by the window, with a notebook on the table in front of him.

Qianchuan went to the countryside.

Kitahara hasn't gone to see her yet, but he occasionally sends messages to tell her about his situation.

There was no reply.

But he knew that Qianchuan had seen it; this unspoken understanding meant they were already of one mind.

'knock--'

knocking.

Sato Sayuri knocked and came in. She was dressed in white, the skirt just past her knees, revealing her fair, bluish-green calves. She was carrying a Japanese breakfast. She came to Kitahara's side and said softly, "Let's eat."

She spent some time with Nakamaki Miyoko and Hanaya Seiko, and noticed something was off, but she pursed her lips and deliberately didn't think about it.

"Thanks for your hard work."

When the truth came out, Kitahara didn't know how to deal with her. Their eyes met, and he met her watery eyes, which were filled with pity and tenderness. He gently looked away, and she disappeared from his sight.

“Your body is still very weak. The nurse told me to eat more nutritious food. I will go and check on Qianchuan. You don’t need to worry,” Sato Sayuri said gently, as if she were talking to a child.

“I’m not worried about her. She’s been strong since she was little, she’s suffered a lot, she won’t take her own life.” Kitahara shook his head, then hesitated: “But…”

“But you think she never wants to see you again in her life,” Sato Sayuri finished his sentence.

Kitahara remained silent for a long time, not daring to look at her.

Sato Sayuri pursed her lips. Of course she was jealous, and she hadn't been able to sleep these past few nights because she couldn't forgive Kitahara. But at this crucial moment, she didn't care about that and just waited for the day to settle the score.

Plus.
She pursed her lips, her body seemed to react, but it was fleeting, and without thinking about it, she felt it was just an illusion.

Sato Sayuri talked with Kitahara in the room for a while, then closed the door behind her when she left, leaving him alone in the room. "Think about it again."

noon.

Kitahara came out of the room. Downstairs sat a variety of women, some plump and some slender. Hanaya Seiko was watching TV, her long, white legs crossed, and she was eating a handful of potato chips with gusto. Nakamaki Miyoko was riding a bicycle, occasionally making a sarcastic remark, which was met with Hanaya Seiko's rebuttal.

'Crack--'

The door closed, and their ears perked up. They looked up and saw Kitahara emerge from the room.

"Is it done?"

Hanaya Seiko murmured softly, but didn't rush to speak.

She is a proud person.

To break through the ice, Bei Yuan had to be allowed to see. She was still waiting for Bei Yuan to explain to her why he had found a woman like Zhong Mu.

But Zhongmu didn't care about that. With a soft snort, she ran upstairs and gave him a bear hug: "Long time no see, did you miss me?"

"Get down first, you're too heavy."

Holding the heavy, fleshy buttocks in his hands, Kitahara felt only strain.

I've been lying in bed for so long, and my body is weak.

Seeing her shamelessness, Hanaya Seiko's face turned cold. She threw away the potato chips and strode over to chase Nakamaki Miyoko away, saying, "This is none of your business. Get down here right now!"

Kitahara turned his head and saw Hanaya Seiko's bright face, her eyes were cold and clear, and her black hair hung down to her waist.

Haven't seen you for a few days.

She seemed to have become even thinner, her figure slender, only her sharp eyes remained unchanged.

Hanaya Seiko glanced at him without saying a word, and finally Kitahara just smiled and said, "Long time no see, you've lost weight."

"No."

Hanaya Seiko turned her head away, exuding arrogance. She didn't bother to speak, but the expression on her face betrayed her.

"Isn't that right? I've been so worried about someone these past few days that I haven't been able to eat. How can I not lose weight?" Miyoko Nakamaki said slyly, exposing Seiko Hanaya's pretense.

"And what about you?" Hanaya Seiko glanced at her. "Are you cycling every day to cover up your anxiety?"

"Girls love to look good, what's wrong with wanting to look better?" Miyoko Nakamaki said innocently.

"A string of lies!"

Kitahara didn't know what to say, but he felt warm inside and ashamed. However, now that things had come to this, he should let go of these feelings.

He went downstairs and first asked about company matters.

Fortunately.

We are now in the flu season, working from home is commonplace, and even courts are holding online trials.

Living here won't affect my work.

In Kyoto.

The company did encounter a few incidents, but in a rather ridiculous way, the competitors, not knowing what to do, sent people to cut off their power. When they were discovered, they were immediately taken to the police station.

In addition, the data is skyrocketing, and even if Kitahara does nothing, it can still generate billions in revenue every year.

The population of Kyoto, including one million people from surrounding cities, has been taken in by Kitamura Corporation, which has already begun cooperating with the municipal government. It will be a key enterprise for at least the next few years.

This is the power of a semi-monopoly: once you're ahead, you're ahead every step of the way. By the time others realize what's happening, the market has already been taken, and they can only eat the leftovers.

I sat opposite Kitahara.

Wearing a sheer, feather-light dress and shorts that revealed her long, snow-white legs, Hanaya Seiko silently narrowed her eyes, her heart filled with astonishment.

She's not unfamiliar with this kind of business data.

Surprisingly, this guy actually made money.

If you include Kitahara's annual income from the stock market, it would probably be tens of billions of yen.

"She left too early."

Hanaya Seiko spoke softly, sighing for Chikawa, saying it was too early now, and they would get nothing in the future.

natural.

She understood, and even comprehended, Qianchuan's thoughts.

"But we're all adults now. Even if we don't think about ourselves, we should at least think about the future of the baby in our belly," Hanaya Seiko murmured, touching her belly as she thought it was about time she was pregnant.

Kitahara noticed her actions and cast a questioning look at her.

“She’s lost weight, but her belly is big,” Miyoko Nakamaki said quietly. “This potato chip girl eats potato chips every day. Although she’s lost weight, it’s not much. I’m afraid she’s just accumulating fat.”

"Eat yours." Hanaya Seiko impatiently tossed the potato chips over.

Miyoko Nakamura stretched out her mouth, picked it up, chewed it with a crunch, and swallowed it.

Kitahara didn't know whether their relationship was good or bad.

"What about you over here?" he asked Hanaya Seiko.

"It's barely enough. I've kept earning enough to support myself in my old age." The female lawyer shrugged. The law firm's income was considerable, but it paled in comparison to Kitahara's.

Kitahara wanted to ask something more, but Sayuri Sato came out of the kitchen and peeked in:

"time to eat."

"coming."

The dinner table.

After the three of them were seated, Kitahara arrived late and awkwardly discovered that there was no seat for him.

Sato Sayuri casually raised her eyes: "I don't know who designed it. There were only three seats at first, probably for a family of three. Now that there are more people, there's no way around it, so we can only eat standing up."

Kitahara knew she was subtly hinting at him, so he didn't dare say anything and could only take his rice bowl and eat standing in front of the table.

but.

The atmosphere was quite pleasant.

After Ryoka Chikawa left, Sayuri Sato took over her position and became the mistress of the house.

Miyoko Nakamura was initially a little unconvinced, but after looking at something, she immediately fell silent.

"After lunch, you can do some light exercise. Are you busy with work?" Sato Sayuri asked.

“Jingu Ryo and Miyoko are managing the company for me,” Kitahara replied.

“Then let’s take a walk around the neighborhood. It just so happens that the government started to control this area when you were sick, so running is fine,” Sato Sayuri said.

"it is good."

Kitahara changed his clothes early because he was going to exercise in the afternoon, but the other three quietly followed him.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly.

Kitahara ran two laps along the riverbank until he was covered in sweat before stopping.

Sato Sayuri handed her a plastic bottle. "Thank you."

"It's okay, I have nothing to do anyway."

Sayuri Sato hung up the phone. She had just spoken to her family from her seat and knew they were having a good time.

Her mood was a little complicated.

Kitahara opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"Potato Chip Girl, you're really good at looking good, but you're not so good at running."

"Shut up, you're not that much faster than me."

Behind.

Seiko Hanaya and Miyoko Nakamaki were bickering when Seiko Hanaya came running over, panting, and stood there catching her breath.

night.

Sato Sayuri chose a room in the villa. She had brought a change of clothes with her. After dinner, she went back to her room to take a shower. When she came out, her black hair was still wet, and she heard Kitahara knocking on the door.

Why did I recognize his voice so quickly?
Because the others never knock on the door.

"Let me come in and take a look." Kitahara knocked on the door, then opened it. Sato Sayuri was barefoot, wearing a snow-white nightgown that accentuated her slender waist. Her eyes were dazed, and she showed some hesitation and pain when she saw him.

"Ah."

Sato Sayuri didn't know how to face him. Before she recovered, all she could think about was Kitahara's safety.

However, after recovering from his illness, he found it difficult to accept having so many women.

“I shouldn’t have kept it from you.” Kitahara sighed.

"Is that so?" Sato Sayuri asked softly, "Isn't this what you shouldn't be doing?"

“It won’t happen again,” Kitahara said. “That’s my promise.”

"Is this another lie?"

Sato Sayuri raised her eyes, her dark gaze carrying a hint of confusion: "After all, my status is different from yours."

Her family members are still working at the Kitahara Company.

If things get tense.
However, Sayuri Sato also has a temper; she'd rather break up than not.

"What do you want?" Kitahara asked.

“A trust, some rights, and a promise.” The female teacher parted her lips slightly, uttering the words. Then, without waiting for Kitahara’s reply, she got up and put on a red cloak, covering her soft and delicate body.

"it is good."

"First, there's the phone. I'll link it to your phone, and all messages will be shared."

Kitahara nodded silently.

"Then comes the company, which is none of my business, but I want shares. As for why, it's simple: I'm pregnant with someone from the Kitahara family." Sato Sayuri said bluntly, "I want to find something for myself and for him (her).

"When did this happen?" Kitahara asked in astonishment.

"Some time ago."

After saying that, Sayuri Sato was silent for a while, and then said, "If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital. This time it's for real."

"I believe you."

"Finally, and finally, I want to hear your opinion on her, and all these other women." Sato Sayuri's gaze turned cold. "I'm the same kind of person as her."

“I will find Qianchuan.” Kitahara said bluntly, then hesitated, “As for the others, whether you believe it or not, I only wanted to use them from the beginning, since they are all capable.”

"Does that include me?" Sato Sayuri's voice suddenly turned sorrowful. "Am I also someone you used?"

Kitahara remained silent for a long time: "At first, yes, but I changed my mind later. I love you very much."

Sayuri Sato sighed and waved for him to leave. "Let me calm down."

"it is good."

Kitahara agreed and turned to leave the bedroom.

midnight.

He heard the door open, followed the sound and went outside, where he saw Sayuri Sato wearing a coat and looking at the moon.

He walked over silently, but Sato Sayuri noticed and awkwardly dodged away.

"Aren't you cold?" Kitahara asked.

"My heart is cold."

She said softly, then looked at the moon and said, "I was wondering if, in the past week, there were any girls like me standing here looking at the moon, feeling sad and having nowhere to confide in?"

Kitahara trembled, remembering Senkawa Ryouka.

Sato Sayuri pursed her lips and turned to look at him, giving a bitter smile. "Her situation is probably similar to mine. Without you, it's like she's lost everything."

Kitahara felt exhausted and couldn't say a word when facing Sayuri Sato. Despite his masterful speaking skills and ability to rattle off a lot of words in an instant, he eventually fell silent.

"Did I hit the nail on the head?" Sato Sayuri said softly.

"Yes."

Kitahara looked at her with hopeful eyes, thinking that if Sayuri Sato got angry and beat him up, he might be even happier.

but no.

She was still so gentle, a bitter smile on her lips, looking at him with those soft eyes.

My heart has been torn open.

Kitahara couldn't breathe. In that instant, he felt the pain his girlfriend was in; the intense sorrow overwhelmed him, making it impossible to breathe.

Sato Sayuri remained silent, simply gazing at the moon. After a long while, she returned to her room alone.

Before closing the door.

She said softly, "Rest, don't catch a cold."

The next day.

Kitahara woke up and walked out of his room. When he saw the empty living room, he panicked and rushed downstairs. But he bumped into Sayuri Sato, who was wearing an apron, at the corner.

"What's the rush? Why are you making such a racket? Are you going to be like them?" Sato Sayuri complained, hurt from the impact.

"You...you didn't leave?" Kitahara looked at her in surprise, his heart filled with joy. He didn't care about anything else and hugged Sayuri tightly in his arms.

"I'm taking a few days off. I'll leave as soon as I get back to work." Sato Sayuri gave him a strange look, and seeing Kitahara's flustered expression, she couldn't help but smile: "So you're not always calm either. Chikawa taught you a lesson."

“Let go. I won’t leave for now. I’m not like her. I have a family to support.” Sato Sayuri gently pushed him away and said casually, “A woman who is almost thirty should think more about her future.”

“I didn’t mean to kidnap you.” Kitahara was speechless.

"What's the difference?" Sato Sayuri said softly.

Subsequently.

She seemed unwilling to discuss the topic further, and invited Kitahara to the table. Then she muttered to herself, "Last night, a popular actress named Sakura Rena messaged you, saying she wanted to see you."

Kitahara remained unfazed.

Sato Sayuri glanced at him a few times and said naturally, "I took the liberty of declining."

"Ah."

Kitahara nodded: "She is an artist under my company. She has great potential and may become a movie queen."

“That sounds important.” Sayuri Sato frowned.

“It can be important, or it can be unimportant,” Kitahara explained. “It’s okay if you don’t like it.”

"Forget it, someone this famous should be shelved."

Sato Sayuri muttered to herself.

It was only after looking at Kitahara's contact records that she realized how incredibly well-connected this guy was.

hard to imagine.

Just a few months ago, he was living in that dilapidated detached house. Now, his net worth has skyrocketed, making him a newly minted billionaire with assets worth tens of billions.

For a while.

Sato Sayuri was somewhat dazed, looking at Kitahara Shinji and asking, "Do you have anything to do with these people that you're where you are today?"

"There is some connection."

"That's it."

Sato Sayuri's expression was complicated, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

This seems a bit beyond the scope of what a housewife should know; her mother had never taught her this.

(End of this chapter)