Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

As evening approached, my friends gradually dispersed.

The living room quieted down, leaving only Ran Mouri, Aozawa, Kogoro Mouri, and Eri Kisaki.

“She’s eighteen now.” Kogoro Mouri looked at his daughter, his eyes filled with complex emotions—pride, reluctance, relief, and a touch of melancholy. “She’s grown up.”

"dad……"

Eri Kisaki patted Ran Mouri's head. "You've grown up. You're a big girl now..."

Qingze took the cake out of the refrigerator, opened the box, and lit the candles. The eighteen candles flickered with a warm light on the cake.

Make a wish.

Ran Mouri closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.

A moment later, she blew out the candle.

Qingze looked at her tenderly and handed her the cake knife.

"Cut the cake."

Ran Mouri took the cake knife and made a cut, but hit something hard and couldn't cut through. Puzzled, she made two more cuts and looked at Aoyama.

Qingze smiled as he watched her, waiting for her to cut the cake.

After some effort, Ran Mouri separated the cake and found a box.

The Mori couple's attention was also drawn to the box.

Kogoro Mouri's heart skipped a beat; he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough. When the box was opened, there was a diamond ring inside.

It was a beautiful blue diamond, about the size of a fingernail, shimmering with fire under the light. On the inside of the ring were engraved a line of very small words—"To my Lan".

Ran Mouri's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Aoyama.

The Mori couple's eyes were also fixed on Aozawa.

Qingze looked at Ran Mouri as if he were looking at his entire world.

Happy 18th birthday. Would you like to go get your marriage certificate with me tomorrow?

Hearing Aozawa's blunt words, Kogoro Mouri stumbled and almost dropped the cake on his face.

His daughter has only just come of age, and he's already trying to kidnap her?!

Eri's gaze fell on her daughter, noticing tears welling in her eyes and a smile spreading across her face. She nodded gently, without the slightest reluctance.

"it is good."

Kogoro Mouri was heartbroken that his daughter had agreed so readily.

"Xiao Lan, are you being foolish!"

Aozawa calmly took out several documents from his pocket and handed them to Kogoro Mouri.

"This is a token of my sincerity."

Kogoro Mouri took it suspiciously, turned to the first page, and his eyes widened.

The first document was for a villa in Tokyo's Minato Ward, with Ran Mouri listed as the owner. It wasn't a gift agreement, nor was it jointly owned property; it was a complete property certificate bearing only her name.

The second document is a share transfer agreement for three subsidiaries under Fukuda Group, also bearing Ran Mouri's name. The amount isn't large, but the annual dividends are enough for one person to live comfortably without doing anything.

The third document is the establishment document for a trust fund, with Ran Mouri as the beneficiary. The fund is neither too large nor too small, but the terms are very clear—no matter what happens, this money belongs solely to her and has nothing to do with anyone else.

After finishing the translation, Kogoro Mouri remained silent for a long time.

He closed the file and pushed it back to Qingze.

"Put it away."

Qingze didn't move.

Kogoro Mouri looked at him, his tone suddenly calming down: "I'm not selling my daughter. Keep these things for yourselves. I just need one word from you."

Qingze met his gaze.

"Can't you be nice to Lan?"

"can!"

Kogoro Mouri stared at him for a few seconds, then waved his hand, as if he was impatient, or as if he had finally given in.

"Alright, you guys go ahead. But keep it low-key—Xiao Lan wants to be a star, and revealing that she's married won't be good for her future career."

After saying that, he turned around and pretended to tidy up the cushions on the sofa. But Ran Mouri noticed that his eyes were red-rimmed.

“Dad…” Ran Mouri walked over and hugged him from behind.

Kogoro Mouri patted her hand, his voice muffled: "Alright, alright, you're a grown woman, stop crying."

"I didn't cry," Ran Mouri said, her voice nasal.

"If you didn't cry, why is your voice hoarse?"

Eri stood to the side, watching the father and daughter, a slight smile playing on her lips. She turned to look at Aoyama, her gaze holding a faint yet undeniable approval.

"Are you really sure?" she asked again, "Your current status is special, and Xiaolan can't offer you any assistance."

It wasn't that she didn't believe Qingze's sincerity.

But people are always fickle.

"To be honest, I don't have much interest in the Fukuda family. I had no intention of taking over the Fukuda family before."

As Qingze spoke, he turned his head to look at Ran Mouri, his gaze gentle yet firm.

"But I want to be her support."

“The path of an actor and a star is not easy, and I don’t want her to be bullied in any way.”

Eri Kisaki nodded and asked, "Shall we get our marriage certificate tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Qingze nodded.

Eri Kisaki didn't say anything more. She walked over to Ran Mouri, tidied her hair, and paused for a moment by her ear with her fingers.

“I’m fine,” she said.

The voice was very soft, but Ran Mouri understood it.

That evening, Kogoro Mouri pulled Aozawa aside for drinks and they talked for a long time.

Some of them are about Ran—things from her childhood, going to school, and practicing karate.

Some are about being a person—how to treat your wife, how to manage your family, and how to make choices at crucial moments.

Qingze drank cup after cup and listened to every word without the slightest impatience.

Finally, Kogoro Mouri, drunk, slumped on the table and muttered, "If you dare to bully her... I won't let you get away with it..."

Qingze helped him to the sofa and covered him with a blanket.

"Will not."

It was late at night, and Ran Mouri escorted Aoze to the door.

Moonlight spilled into the corridor, casting the shadows of two people together.

"See you tomorrow," Qingze said.

"See you tomorrow." Ran Mouri nodded, glancing down at the blue diamond ring on her ring finger, which gleamed softly in the moonlight.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

Qingze turned around.

"Hiding a ring in a cake...that's childish."

"dislike?"

"I like it." Her voice was soft, her eyes bright. "I especially like it."

Qingze smiled and reached out to pinch her cheek.

"Go to bed early, we'll get our marriage certificate tomorrow."

"Ah."

She stood at the door, watching his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, before gently closing the door.

Back in her room, she took off the ring and examined it under the lamp for a long time. The small print inside the ring was clearly visible under the light—

“To my Lan”.

She put the ring back on, turned off the light, and buried her face in the pillow.

She was smiling happily under the covers.

[Bonus Chapter] No Longer Separated From Each Other

The wedding was held on the third day after they registered their marriage.

It was a simple, small wedding. Only a few relatives and friends were notified. It was neither noisy nor ostentatious, and not many people even knew about it.

The wedding venue was chosen to be a private residence owned by Aozawa—a Japanese-style garden located in Kyoto. It used to belong to his parents, but now it belonged to him.

The courtyard is nestled against the mountain and beside the water, boasting beautiful scenery. It is early summer, and the maple trees in the courtyard have just sprouted tender green leaves. The koi in the pond swim lazily, occasionally swishing their tails to create a small ripple.

The bluestone path leads from the entrance to the main hall, and the moss on both sides is wet with morning dew, gleaming warmly in the sunlight.

There was no grand ceremony, no overwhelming display of flowers and silks, only a carefully decorated wooden pavilion with a few rows of chairs placed at different times, filled with the guests.

Sonoko Suzuki sat in the first row next to Makoto Kyogoku, their fingers intertwined. Sonoko's eyes had been red all morning.

Her parents, Shiro Suzuki and Tomoko Suzuki, sat behind her. Shiro Suzuki had a gentle expression, while Tomoko Suzuki sat upright, her gaze fixed on the pavilion, occasionally turning her head to whisper a few words to her husband.

Kazuha Toyama sat on the other side, clutching a handkerchief in her hand, looking as nervous as if she were the bride.

Fubuhei sat next to her, his feelings complicated and hard to describe.

He had just started dating Kazuha when Ran married that Aozawa!

She got married! She got married right after turning 18!!

That's outrageous!!!

He held his phone and frantically vented his breakdown to Shinichi Kudo on the other end.

There was silence on the other end of the phone; no message was replied.

Genta, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Matsui Hirotake, four children, sat together in the second row.

The death of Ai Haibara and the departure of Conan saddened the children for a while, but after the sadness, life had to go on.

Vermouth sat in the corner of the last row, wearing a simple black dress and a wide-brimmed hat. Her gaze was fixed on the gazebo, and she seemed to be grinding her teeth in frustration.

They can come back to life even if they're burned to death!

Is there anything in this world that he cannot do?

Her angel actually married him!!!

Anger, frustration, stifling feeling, mixed with helplessness...

At the end of the corridor, the bride slowly appeared.

Ran Mouri was wearing a wedding dress, her hair loosely tied back, with a small white daisy tucked behind her ear.

The wedding dress wasn't one of those long, trailing gowns, but a simple, floor-length gown. The bodice was made of delicate lace, and the skirt was made of light tulle. The waistline was perfectly cinched, making her look like a newly blossoming flower.

The hem of her skirt swayed gently in the morning breeze, as if it were breathing.

Everyone fell silent when she walked down the corridor.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, casting dappled patterns of light on her.

Kogoro Mouri held her hand, his steps steady and slow, each step seeming to tread on memories—from the first time she learned to walk, to today when he was sending her off to another person.

She held a bunch of lilies of the valley in her hands, her steps were a little tense, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

Qingze stood in the pavilion waiting for her.

He was also dressed in white—a bespoke white suit with a clean cut and smooth lines, which made him look tall and slender.