Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Chapter 366 The Yellow Hair's Love Story

"Is it like the kind of arranged marriages between wealthy families that you see in TV dramas?" Lingzi interjected, her big, curious eyes sparkling with enthusiasm for gossip.

"More or less," Suzuki Shiro's smile carried a hint of bitterness.

He gazed at Tomoko's retreating figure in the distance, his expression complex and unreadable.

"So, you're pursuing that young lady entirely according to your family's wishes?" Kogoro Mouri curled his lip, his tone disdainful. "I knew it. How could anyone genuinely like a spoiled and willful young lady like that?"

Shiro Suzuki remained silent, his eyes behind his glasses slightly lowered.

His silence was the best answer.

Lin Xiuyi looked at Suzuki Shiro with some surprise. In his memory, Sonoko's parents must have had a good relationship since they had two daughters in a row.

Given the current situation, it's likely either there's some misunderstanding, or the two people have only just met and don't know each other well yet.

……

After waiting on the observation deck for an hour, the tour guide blew the whistle to signal it was time to board the bus.

As everyone boarded the bus, Reiko eagerly jumped to Lin Xiuyi's side, grabbing his arm and shaking it: "Onii-chan, what was the ending of that story? Did Yuon die or not?"

Noticing that everyone on the bus was focused on him, Lin Xiuyi didn't delay any longer and directly stated the ending.

"They're dead. Anyone on the Grim Reaper's list is going to die. You can't fool Death."

"Haha, how about that?" the blond-haired man laughed triumphantly. "I told you the final outcome would be that they would all die, right?"

“What a boring story,” the rich kid yawned lazily, toying with the silver cross necklace hanging around his neck. “I thought there would be some interesting ending.”

"Hmph!" Reiko stood in the aisle with her hands on her hips, like a cat with its fur standing on end. "You think Onii-chan's stories are bad? Then tell a good one!"

“Yeah, Taisuke,” the long-haired girl sitting next to Tomoko chimed in, “Since you think this story is boring, why don’t you tell everyone a story?”

"I..." The blond-haired man was speechless for a moment. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I don't have any story."

"Hmph, not even as good as a high school student," the twin girls with ponytails sitting next to the rich kid said with a look of disdain.

"Fine, I'll talk!"

Provoked by her, the blond-haired man suddenly stood up and angrily scratched his hair.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the twin girls next to him who were wearing jade Buddha pendants around their necks. Suddenly, as if he had remembered something, a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Let me tell you a love story from school,"

The blond-haired man deliberately cleared his throat and raised his voice a few decibels.

"In a university, there was a badminton club, and the members were two sisters... When Kana saw the person she liked with her younger sister Reina, she was heartbroken and went to drink, and got completely drunk."

The blond-haired man deliberately dragged out his words, a suggestive smile on his face.
"At that moment, another club member who had always secretly loved her appeared and took Kana home. The two of them ended up having sex, and the next day..."

"Hey, how come it's already the second day?"

The rich second-generation heir, Wuji, slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair in dissatisfaction, making a "smack" sound.

"Your story was poorly told to begin with, and you glossed over the crucial parts. What's the point of it?"

The twin girls wearing Buddha pendants clutched their holsters tightly, their faces cold as they scoffed, "What's so great about that kind of thing!"

"Shizuka? Are you alright?" Tomoko looked at the twin girls with ponytails sitting next to the rich kid with surprise.

"You look terrible."

"N-It's okay," said the twin girl with ponytails named Shizuka, forcing a smile. "I think I'm a little carsick..."

The rich second-generation heir then noticed his girlfriend's unusual behavior and quickly reached out to support her shoulder: "Jingxiang, are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"I'm fine," the girl with the ponytail shook her head gently. "I should be alright after a rest."

Carsick?

Lin Xiuyi glanced at the other person in surprise, keenly noticing that her discomfort seemed to have started after Huang Mao began telling his story.

His gaze swept back and forth between the twin sisters and the blond-haired man, lost in thought.

The blond-haired man was also stunned. He glanced at the jade Buddha girl glaring at him, then at the pale-faced girl with the ponytail, his expression clearly bewildered.

Suddenly, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down a few times, and his expression turned somewhat strange, as if he had thought of something.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" the blond-haired guy's friend nudged him. "What about the ending of the story?"

"I haven't thought of an ending yet, so let's leave it at that," the blond-haired man chuckled dryly, hurriedly sat down, and nervously tapped his knees with his fingers.

"Tch, what a terrible story!" Reiko put her hands on her hips, her little face full of smugness. "She's a student from Tokyo University, and she's nowhere near as good as Onii-chan."

The tennis club members looked at each other, none of them saying anything in rebuttal, since what Reiko said was true.

Seeing the somewhat awkward atmosphere in the carriage, Shiro Suzuki thought for a moment and said, "Then let me tell you a story. In Japan, there is a zaibatsu..."

The stories he told were fairly standard, just the petty squabbles among wealthy families over inheritance rights.

Although the plot is clichéd, the combination of Shiro Suzuki's deep voice and well-timed pauses still makes the story captivating.

Everyone treated it as gossip, after all, Shiro Suzuki was already considered the son of one of Japan's top zaibatsu families.

Many of the feuds he recounts about wealthy families might actually be true stories.

As Shiro Suzuki recounted, the bus soon arrived at the second attraction, Eshima Shrine.

As the vehicle slowly came to a stop, Shiro Suzuki visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect storytelling to be so difficult."

"Tch, your story is so boring," the rich kid stretched and teased with a smile. "Shiro, this isn't your family's business, is it? I heard that after the first head of the Suzuki Group passed away, it was supposed to be inherited by your father, but your cousin took over the group's power?"

He raised an eyebrow as he spoke, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

"How is that possible?"

Shiro Suzuki burst into laughter, a laugh that clearly carried a hint of awkwardness.

“Those are just rumors made up by someone. Our family members have a very good relationship with each other.”

The rich kid raised an eyebrow, seemingly wanting to ask more questions.

At this moment, Tomoko suddenly exclaimed, "You have it so easy, Satoru. You're the only son in your family. You just have to wait to inherit the family fortune. You don't have to scheme against each other or be forced into marriage by your parents."

(End of this chapter)