Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"It's alright, I've tolerated him for a long time." Suzumiya Momiji gently shook her head and smiled.

“I should have rebelled against him years ago instead of running away to Tokyo. That would have kept him in line.”

As the two were chatting, Hoshino's mother came over and asked cautiously:

"Hua, do you want him to go to jail?"

"Is that not allowed?" Suzumiya Momiji said bluntly, "This kind of scum should spend some time in detention to reflect on his actions!"

"But... then I'd become a criminal's wife, and you'd be a criminal's daughter too." Hoshino's mother was very nervous, her eyes darting around nervously.

"I think it's better to withdraw the lawsuit?"

Upon hearing this, Kyushu Makoto felt so helpless that he wanted to scratch the floor with his toes—he knew that some elderly people in rural areas were very stubborn, but this was the first time he had seen someone so stubborn.

"Snapped--!"

Suzumiya Momiji reached out and slapped her mother without hesitation.

"Huh? Momiji." Hoshino's mother covered her face in grievance, finding it hard to believe that she had just been hit by her daughter.

"So what if I'm a criminal's daughter?" Suzumiya Momiji smiled sarcastically, retorting, "I'm a prostitute too! And you're the mother of a prostitute!"

"Ah?" Hoshino's mother looked even more shocked, stamping her foot anxiously, her eyes seeming to say, "What should we do?"

"But what if she's a criminal's daughter? What if she's a prostitute?" Suzumiya Kame took a deep breath and said with an open mind:

"I live with a clear conscience, I have the motivation to move forward, I have friends who lend a helping hand, and I know what I need to do. That's enough. I don't need to care about this useless identity at all!"

After she finished speaking, her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Kyushu Makoto:

"Am I right, Chunchuan?"

Kyushu Makoto nodded and also advised:

“Ms. Hoshino, stop running away from reality. Take a good look at this home. This can no longer be called a home! Is the happiness you seek just being tormented by that man every day, living in fear and trembling, merely to maintain a meaningless facade?”

Hoshino's mother looked away, speechless for a moment, clearly unsure how to respond.

"Did I do something wrong?" Hoshino's mother asked softly after a moment. "I was only thinking of this family."

“Of course you’re wrong, Mom!” Suzumiya Momiji gripped her mother’s shoulders and stared at her earnestly.

"If you want to think about your family, you must first learn to think about yourself! How can someone who doesn't even cherish themselves cherish others?"

"Is that so?" Hoshino's mother lowered her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"I see. You've been to Tokyo and your ideas are different. Then I'll listen to you."

Hoshino's mother clearly did not fully accept her daughter's idea, but her mindset did begin to soften.

Upon hearing this, both Suzumiya Momiji and Kyushu Makoto breathed a sigh of relief.

A few days later, the matter concerning Suzumiya Momiji was basically resolved satisfactorily.

Her mother moved to Tokyo with her and temporarily took care of her daily needs.

The evidence against the underground bank is conclusive, and she is about to face prosecution. Xi Shenjian introduced her to a reasonably reliable lawyer who claimed he could not only help Liang Gonghua get back the previous one million, but also claim a series of medical compensation and emotional distress damages from the bank.

Mr. Hoshino was also detained. It's said that he developed a psychological trauma after being beaten by his daughter, and he's been depressed all the time, like an elephant with a broken tusk. But all of this is his own fault, and no one will sympathize with him.

At Suzumiya Momiji's request, Yuugami Ken hired a lawyer specializing in civil cases to handle the Hoshino family's divorce proceedings. If all goes well, Hoshino and her daughter may be able to receive a small share of the family property.

【Little Chunchuan, let me treat you to dinner tonight!】

One day after school, Kyushu received a text message from Suzumiya Momiji.

[Where to?] Kyushu Makoto replied.

You've helped me so much, I absolutely have to treat you to something nice! How about Yanhuang Cuisine? Tianjin-style rice?

[Isn't this some kind of traditional Chinese cuisine?]

【That strawberry mapo tofu?】

【? 】

[Haha, just kidding! Just kidding! I'll treat you to Peking duck in Beijing, I've already made a reservation!]

In the evening, Kyushu arrived at the restaurant entrance as promised—the walls were predominantly crimson, with lifelike golden dragon sculptures on them—which perfectly matched the stereotypical artistic impression of "Yanhuang" (the legendary Chinese people) abroad.

"Harukawa, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!" A moment later, Suzumiya Kame ran over carrying her handbag.

Unlike her usual work attire, she wore a fitted black dress today, which accentuated her figure without being too revealing.

"Did you change your perfume?" Kyushu Makoto asked, his nose twitching.

Unlike her usual pungent rose scent, today she exuded a faint, refreshing fragrance, like the scent of maple trees in autumn.

"Eh, you smelled it~" Suzumiya Momiji smiled faintly:

"I noticed you frown every time you get close to me, so I wondered if you dislike rose-scented perfume. I specially switched to maple-scented perfume today~"

After a pleasant dinner, the two left the restaurant together and strolled along the street.

"This is so delicious~" Suzumiya Kame patted her belly and smiled contentedly.

"Actually, I've wanted to try Beijing roast duck at this restaurant for a long time, but I've missed it every time for various reasons. This time, I finally had the opportunity to repay Koharukawa and fulfill my last wish in Tokyo."

"Your last wish?" Kyushu Makoto asked.

"Yes, I'm planning to leave Tokyo soon!" Suzumiya Kame's tone was a little excited:

"If this lawsuit goes smoothly, I should be able to get back a million, and also get a lot of compensation from underground banks. My mother agreed to divorce my scoundrel father, and we're going to sell the house in our hometown, so we should have another sum of money."

"That sounds really unbelievable, suddenly getting such a large sum of money." Kyushu Makoto smiled with satisfaction:

"So where are you planning to go? What are your plans?"

"Actually, I want to live in Kyoto~" Suzumiya Momiji scratched her cheek with her index finger and said:

"To be honest, I'm getting a bit tired of the noisy atmosphere in Tokyo. I've heard that Kyoto is an ancient city with a tranquil and fragrant atmosphere, and I've always wanted to visit it."

"I'll go stay there with my mom first, and then I'll look for a suitable vocational training school. In short, I need to work hard to find a decent job!"

"That's quite an ambitious plan," Kyushu Makoto sighed softly, but he was genuinely happy for her.

“I remember when we first met, you said you couldn’t do a proper job.”

"But I live with my mother now, so I can't exactly go back to working at the PR club, can I?" Suzumiya Momiji gave an awkward smile.

"And ever since I met Harukawa, I've had a new goal in life~"

"What's the goal?" Kyushu Makoto asked curiously.

Suzumiya Momiji placed her hands behind her back and answered without any hesitation:

"I want to find a younger boyfriend who's as cute as Harukawa in the future~ That's why I'm taking this opportunity to get rid of my current situation so I can legitimately date handsome boys~"

"Find a boyfriend like me?" Kyushu Makoto frowned, thought for a moment, and pointed to himself in confusion:

"If that's the case, why didn't you just come to me?"

Even if Kyushu Makoto is clueless about matters of the heart, he can still detect this kind of direct approach.

Unexpectedly, Suzumiya Kame strode forward and gently patted Kyushu Makoto's head: "Are you an idiot?"

"What?" Kyushu Makoto slapped her hand away, still puzzled.

"Little Harukawa is only seventeen, right? I'm almost twenty-one, there's a huge age difference!" Suzumiya Kame put her hands on her hips, adopting the posture of an older sister as she lectured him:

"And what kind of person like you, who wants to go to a prestigious university, would want to date me? You should hurry up and marry the president's rich daughter! If you successfully marry into the president's family, remember to let me know!"

After saying that, Suzumiya Kame turned her back, looked up at the Tokyo night sky, and then glanced at the boy behind her.

The boy's profile was bathed in neon-colored light, yet it didn't stand out much in the noisy night. Aside from her, probably no one else would notice this ordinary face.

Subconsciously, she wanted to say something, to tell the boy something. After a long silence, she simply smiled slightly, loosened her clenched fist, and chose to gently keep those words hidden in her heart.

"Hey, Chunchuan." After a moment, she sighed again:

"We promised each other I'd watch you get into university and escape from Kamurocho, but I ran away first. Haha, thanks to Harukawa's help though~"

"Isn't this great?" Kyushu Makoto said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I'll walk out of here someday too."

"Then it's a date. Let's keep in touch!" Suzumiya Momiji said with a faint smile.

"If you need any help, just give me a call, and I'll come to Tokyo as soon as possible. Remember to let me know if you're visiting Kyoto, and don't pretend you don't know me if we see each other again!"

After saying that, Suzumiya Momiji waved her hand lightly: "It's getting late. I plan to move out this month. I'll contact you again then!"

"Yes, I'll see you off." Kyushu Makoto waved to her and smiled with relief.

They said goodnight, exchanged a few more words of advice, and then said their goodbyes.

Just then, Kyushu Makoto's pupils suddenly contracted involuntarily, and his gaze became solemn.

“Wait a minute… there’s someone over there?” he warned warily, pointing to the street not far away.

105. Samurai? Monster? The determination to challenge the monster!

The two were in a residential area outside the bustling downtown area of ​​Shinjuku. The crowds around them were gradually thinning out, and only the white streetlights spaced a few meters apart highlighted the silence of the night.

On this empty and deep street, a strange figure walked quickly toward them—or rather, toward Suzumiya Momiji.

As the figure gradually moved into the light of the streetlamp, Kyushu Makoto finally saw his face clearly.