Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 165 Fujiang: Don't mention chapters, I am Jiaye

Chapter 165 Fujiang: Don't speak, I am Jiaye.

Yu Jiaduo, Fu Jiang and Jia Yezi sat side by side on the floor watching TV, while Xiao Hei lay between them, fast asleep.

Fu Jiang reached down and stroked the little black belly, her gaze falling on the wronged child who was staring intently at the TV.

"Jia Yezi" (佳椰).

"Ok?"

Jia Yezi turned her head with some confusion, looking at Fu Jiang's empty hand. She thought Fu Jiang was asking her for snacks, so she quickly took some raisins from the side and handed them to her.

After a moment of silence, Fujang took a few raisins and put them in her mouth.

"Do you think I'm being mean to you?"

"Eh?"

Jia Yezi turned her head blankly to look at Fu Jiang, not understanding why she would suddenly say such a thing.

"Not fierce at all."

"Really?"

"Hmm, Fu Jiang isn't fierce at all..."

Jia Yezi took the raisins, put them in her mouth, and said while chewing.

Seeing the serious look in Jia Yezi's eyes, Fu Jiang turned her head to look at the television.

To be honest, she didn't know why she asked that question.

Is it because Kasyapa isn't here? Or is it because we went a bit too far with what we did to Xiao Fujiang today?

Fu Jiang felt her mind was in turmoil, filled with all sorts of random thoughts, making her very anxious.

"Fujiang...why would you ask me that?"

Jia Yezi asked somewhat timidly, and Fu Jiang, who had just come to her senses, was stunned for a moment.

"I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable if I pinch you, make you exercise, or control you."

As soon as Fu Jiang finished speaking, Jia Yezi shook her head repeatedly and said seriously.

No, no! Really, no.

"Is that so..."

"Yes, really, I'm very grateful to Fukie!"

Fu Jiang looked at her with a half-smile, somewhat surprised.

"Thank me for what?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Yezi blinked, put down the raisins, and began to recount everything Fu Jiang had done for her, counting on her fingers.

"Thank you, Fujang, for buying me snacks, clothes, decorating my room, not kicking me out, buying me a phone, taking me out, helping me pay off my loan, and so much more."

Watching Jia Yezi count off the items one by one on her fingers, Fu Jiang couldn't help but smile slightly, then reached out and pinched her cheek.

"Does it hurt?"

"pain"

"Then why aren't you dodging?"

Jia Yezi looked at her pitifully and spoke weakly.

"I can't hide, Fujang. Fujang won't bully me, she'll only... she'll only pinch me when I do something wrong..."

They're too easy to bully; there's no such thing as a wrong nickname, only a wrong name.

The term "punishment bag" really suits her.
He let go of her hand and gently rubbed her chubby cheeks.

"Have you ever thought about kicking me out of the house?"

"Eh?"

Jia Yezi blinked blankly.

"why?"

"Because I stole Kasyapa."

"."

Jia Yezi sat there, confused, her fingers unconsciously clenching together.

"But, not at home."

"Yes, it's Fujang and Kasyapa who can't be together."

Fu Jiang paused for a moment at Jia Yezi's weak voice.

"Why not? If you drive me away, you can have Kasyapa all to yourself, right? That way, no one in the family will control you or restrict your food anymore, wouldn't that be better?"

Jia Yezi pondered for a moment after hearing this, and then spoke with some sadness.

"No, no, I... I like Fukie too..."

Fu Jiang was taken aback at first, then revealed a mischievous smile.

"Oh? You like me too? Then let me ask you, in this house, between me and Kasyapa, who is more important?"

After asking the question, Fujang looked at Jia Yezi with great interest, waiting for her answer.

If she says she is more important, then deliberately threaten her that you will tell Uta Kassapa the answer. If she says Uta Kassapa is more important than you, then pretend to be angry and see how she will handle it.

To her utter surprise, Jia Yezi gave such an answer.

"They are all more important than me."

These five simple words struck Fujang's heart like a hammer blow.

Why do you say that?

"Because...because I can't do anything except eat and clean the house." "I...I haven't done anything for the family. Even my funeral was handled by Fujang and Jiaye."

"I...I'm completely useless."

Seeing that Jia Yezi's mood was gradually becoming depressed as she spoke, Fu Jiang quickly pulled her into his arms to break her thoughts.

"You are important too. Your existence is the most important thing to us."

"Really"

"Well, really."

At this moment, Fujang suddenly regretted her prank. Clearly, this somewhat naive girl, who rarely interacted with others, had taken it seriously.

"But, but I really can't do anything, I can't do anything at all."

"You don't need to do anything; you're already doing a great job in this family."

The little black dog, who had been pushed off the floor, tilted its head and looked at the two people embracing each other, not understanding why they were suddenly hugging.

"So, does Fujang want some snacks?"

"Don't eat."

"Oh"

A few minutes later.

"Really not going to eat?"

"I really don't want it. If you want some, go get it yourself!"

"Oh."

Shaking her head, Fujang looked at this silly child who even had to test her before eating snacks, trying to get her permission by dragging her into it, and sighed speechlessly.

Later that evening, Fu Jiang sat on the sofa yawning and flipping through a magazine. Jia Yezi, who was sitting in front of the TV, heard the noise, thought for a moment, went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, and placed it at her feet.

"what are you doing?"

"Let, let Fujang wash her feet."

"?"

Seeing Fujang's confusion, Jia Yezi spoke earnestly.

"If Kasyapa is here, Kasyapa will fetch water for you; if Kasyapa is not here, I will still fetch water for you!"

"."

Looking at the basin of hot water in the pink basin, Fujang sighed.

"Go watch your TV."

"Oh"

She placed her fair feet into the warm water. Although it wasn't the first time she had been served, for some reason, this time the service gave her a rare feeling of warmth.

A person who is easily bullied may not understand social etiquette, may not know how to interact with others, and may not know how to build closer relationships with others.

But it is precisely because of this that such actions, which come from the heart and are devoid of any self-interest, can be more touching.

At 11 p.m., Fujang went to the television and turned it off.

"Stop watching, it's time to sleep."

"Oh"

Jia Yezi watched TV with some reluctance, then obediently put the cushion back under the TV cabinet. When she came out of the bathroom, she found Fu Jiang sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.

"Fujiang, aren't you asleep yet?"

Fu Jiang stretched and got up to walk towards her.

"I'll sleep with you tonight."

"Eh?"

Snapped!
"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

"Oh"

Light streamed through the window onto the bed, and her voluptuous body shifted slightly.

"itch"

"Did it itch when Kasyapa pinched you?"

"."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm measuring data."

"Oh"