Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 214 Fu, Fu Jiang is a liar.
Because Utakayo needed to shuttle between the clothing store and her home these past two days, the task of picking up and dropping off Kayoko at school was temporarily handed over to Fukie.

While driving, Fujang's gaze would always be uncontrollably drawn to the massive mass in the middle of the seatbelt.

"Well!"

Jia Yezi, who was eating snacks, suddenly widened her eyes and stared at Fu Jiang, who had withdrawn her hand. Her face was red, and she didn't understand what Fu Jiang was doing.

"Pinch it, isn't that what girls always do?"

Jia Yezi blinked, thought for a moment, took a tissue to wipe her fingers clean, and reached out to grab Fu Jiang's chest.

Snapped!
He slapped Jia Yezi's hand away, and before he could even speak, he saw her say in a pitiful voice.

"Fu, Fu Jiang is lying."

"Yes, I was lying."

They didn't care about the victim's grievances at all; since she was called a victim, it was nothing for her to suffer a little.

Upon arriving at the school, Fujang led Jia Yezi towards the teaching building. The disappearance of a few students from the school would have some impact on the school.

But it will only have a slight impact; no one will be foolish enough to investigate, and it's impossible for them to find anything.

"Go to class."

"Okay, goodbye Fukie~"

With one hand on her hip, Fu Jiang waved goodbye to Jia Yezi, and for some reason, she felt like she was raising a younger sister.

And that's true; compared to Xiao Fujiang, Jia Yezi is more like her younger sister.

Obedient and submissive, she's so much better than that damn rat who gets so angry every few days that it hurts to the core!
Feeling around for the bracelet that had been modified from the original amulet, Fujang turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Back home, Xiao Fujiang didn't drive her little black car out today. Instead, she lay on her own beanbag chair on the coffee table and read a thumb book.

Fu Jiang took off her shoes, leaving a piece of dark chocolate on the floor. Looking at the lazy Fu Jiang, her expression betrayed her disdain.

"Would you like your own private room?"

"Well?"

Xiao Fujiang sat up from the beanbag chair, looked at Tomie who was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, and squinted her eyes to think for a while.

"Is there no space left at home?"

"Just buy the house of the family behind and expand it further."

"Okay, arrange one for me. It'll make things easier for me in the future."

Fu Jiang gave a cold laugh upon hearing this.

"Can't you have any other pursuits besides getting things done?"

In response to Fujang's sarcastic remarks, little Fujang lazily lay down again.

"Yes, as Kasyapa's little Fujang, my pursuit is to fill me up and feed me, that's all."

"."

Not wanting to have much conversation with this useless person whose mind is full of lust, she forcefully pulled her upstairs. Under Fu Jiang's coercion, Xiao Fu Jiang reluctantly put on her white silk skirt and followed her outside.

After a simple order was given, the land behind Yujiaduo was acquired.

"Does this mean our house will become a bit too long after the expansion?"

Fu Jiang rolled her eyes and glanced at the two houses, one in front of the other.

"We'll expand part of it, and turn the rest into a courtyard. The front yard will be open to the public, while the back yard will belong only to us."

"Hmm, that's a good idea, but we need to put up some coverings. I don't want anyone to see me."

"."

With a disdainful and cold face, Fu Jiang left. She really didn't want to waste any more words with Xiao Fu Jiang; spending time with her was a waste of time.

On Utakasyapa's side, making clothes for girls is actually a very troublesome thing, unlike for boys, where it's just a few simple lines and calculating the waist and hips.

Making clothes for women requires extra consideration of bust and hip measurements, and the fabric is also a hassle. Men's clothes don't have much of a problem if the fabric is a little rough.

For girls, especially those who wear brands like Jia Yezi and Fu Jiang, which leave marks if pinched, it's very harmful to the skin if you don't choose good ones.

"Your technique is wrong. You can't close the needle hole like that, or it will leave unsightly wrinkles. You have to do it like this."

"Oh, I understand."

Under the guidance of her teacher, the elderly lady Hanagiku, Uta Kasaya carefully finished the hem of the garment in front of her. During the lunch break, the elderly lady Hanagiku and Uta Kasaya ate the boxed lunches that the shop staff had brought them.

"Kashyapa-kun".

"Ok?"

"Why don't you become my apprentice in the future? None of my children want to inherit my skills. I'll feel at ease leaving the shop to you."

Uta Kassapa was taken aback. He looked at the old lady with the chain glasses and a calm demeanor, and then smiled and spoke.

"Why would you want me to inherit this business? I've only been learning it for less than a month."

Upon hearing this, the old lady picked up a piece of tempura and put it in her mouth.

"It's been a long time since I've seen someone who takes clothing so seriously. With the development of technology, most people are more willing to trust machine-made clothes."

"I'm not saying that machine-made clothes are bad, but machine-made clothes lack a bit of human touch, and mass-produced items are too uniform."

Listening to the old lady's ramblings, Uta Kassapa pondered for a moment and then smiled and said.

"I'm not really suited for this. I just want to make some clothes for the girls in my family. I probably wouldn't put as much effort into making clothes for other people."

The old lady sighed and said something.

"That's a real pity, but it's clear that you two have a very good relationship."

How did you figure that out?

After taking a sip of her hot tea, the old lady glanced at the clothes she had made herself behind her.

"Hand-sewing clothes is a very time-consuming and laborious task. If it weren't for enough love and something worth loving, how many people would spend so much time and energy doing it?"

Uta Kasyapa remained silent for a moment upon hearing this.

Don't you think I'm a womanizer or something?

"Famous?"

The old lady was initially surprised upon hearing this, but then smiled and said...

"It's called Jia Yezi and Fu Jiang, right?"

"Yes."

The old lady said softly as she tidied up the lunchbox.

"A grumpy young lady who has a bad temper and hits people from time to time, who is destined to never experience happiness and lives a carefree life; a pitiful girl who has suffered many misfortunes since childhood and should have died peacefully in some corner without any luster."

"Let's not even talk about Jia Yezi, let's talk about Fu Jiang. If she didn't feel that you loved her enough, and she loved you enough, how could she accept you bringing another person into your home?"

"Love is mutual. If you don't love them, how can they love you?"

"As an old-fashioned person, I understand very well that most people can't be unfaithful these days; it's just a helpless choice forced by reality."

“Decades ago, it was not uncommon for a man to be with several or even dozens of women. What was so outstanding about those men?”

"No, it's just a forced cooperation for survival under pressure. There's no love involved."

"In my opinion, Kasyapa is already quite good. He is meticulous and willing to devote a lot of time and energy to the people he loves, which already surpasses many others."

As the two were chatting, Fu Jiang's beautiful figure walked in through the door, guided by the shop assistant.

"How's it going?"

As soon as she entered, Fujang noticed the half-finished shirt on the workbench. She went over and stroked the intricate lace on it, feeling the silky smoothness of the fine fabric against her fingertips.

Looking at the scraps of cloth scattered all over the ground, Fujang turned to look at Uta Kasyapa, who was sitting on a low chair, his clothes covered in loose threads, looking like an apprentice.

"Thanks for your hard work."

There's oil on your lips.

"Hmph, not good. I'll try a different place next time."

Looking at the alluring girl who was squatting in front of Uta Kasyapa, holding his knees and smiling as she looked up for a kiss, Hanagiku took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"Grandma, this is my girlfriend, Fu Jiang."

After putting down the lunchbox, Uta Kasyapa, holding Fukie's hand, proudly introduced her to Hanagiku.

"Fujiang. A good name."

(End of this chapter)