Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

Just then, the subway arrived at the station, and an announcement came on.

The subway doors opened, and passengers lined up in twos and threes to get off, their eyes curiously looking in this direction.

Noticing the gazes around him, Kobayashi looked at Shimada and said, "Don't drop out halfway through next week's exchange match."

Having said that, he stepped back to make way.

"Wasn't the exchange competition canceled?" Shimada Sho wondered.

But he was too lazy to ask.

"Okay." After replying calmly, she walked leisurely towards the subway. "See you then."

Kenta Takada and Yosuke Murakami were stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

Before the train doors closed, a voice came from the platform: "Remember my name, Kobayashi Takeshi. I'll make you kneel down from the ring!"

The subway started moving, leaving the platform behind.

Inside the train carriage, Kenta Takada and Yosuke Murakami looked at Sho Shimada with adoration.

"Shimada-kun, you were so cool just now!"

"He can remain unfazed even when facing a monster like Kobayashi Takeshi!"

"But Shimada-kun, are you really going to participate in the exchange tournament? That Kobayashi Tsuyoshi is the vice-captain of the karate club, and he was among the top eight in the individual division of last year's Tokyo Metropolitan High School Karate Tournament..."

Shimada Sho leaned against the car door and said nonchalantly, "Just saying."

He had no interest in such competitive and violent activities.

I agreed just now simply because I didn't want to waste time at the subway station.

An exchange competition? We'll see when the time comes.

Kenta Takada and Yosuke Murakami exchanged a glance and remained silent.

But the way they looked at Shimada Sho clearly showed that they had already imagined the scene of Shimada beating up the karate club a million times over in next week's exchange match.

"Shimada-kun, remember to watch Chizuru-chan's live stream!"

After a few subway stops, Kenta Takada and Yosuke Murakami got off at Shinjuku.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to give some instructions.

Shimada Sho waved his hand and continued sitting in the north section.

About twenty minutes later, he walked out of the subway station, turned a few streets, and arrived at the familiar two-story building.

As he approached the gate, he was about to ring the doorbell when his hand froze in mid-air.

He noticed that the familiar wooden door had been replaced with an wrought iron door.

Looking up again, the clothesline in the yard was gone, and the potted plants on the windowsill were also gone.

Shimada Sho thought he had gone to the wrong place.

After exiting and confirming several steps, I pressed the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened.

Who are you looking for?

A middle-aged woman in casual clothes peeked out, her face showing polite confusion.

Shimada Sho paused for a moment, "I'm looking for Shima Hana Runa, she lives here."

"Island Flower?" The middle-aged woman thought for a moment, then said with a sudden realization, "You mean the previous owner? She sold the house to us a few days ago."

Shimada Sho's mind went blank.

Sold? A few days ago?

That just happened this week.

Why would you sell a house for no reason?

And they didn't inform me at all.

Chapter 110 Ayase Yuki's Date Invitation

"Where did she move to?" Shimada Sho asked in a dry voice.

“Well…” The middle-aged woman smiled apologetically, “We bought it through an agency and haven’t met the owner in person. Would you like to ask the agency? It’s called ‘Wanye Real Estate,’ and it’s just around the corner from the commercial street up ahead.”

"Thank you," Shimada Sho said, then asked no further questions.

Various thoughts were swirling in his mind at that moment.

Aunt Island Flower never mentioned selling the house.

When he visited last week, he even told Shimada Sho with a smile that he could come over if he was unhappy.

They are a family, and this is his home too.

She bought this house with her savings of ten years after divorcing her ex-husband.

As I've said many times before, this is the only thing that truly belongs to her in this life; it's the home she, Yuzuki, and Shimada Sho will share together in the future.

Now this home belongs to someone else.

Shimada Sho walked out of the alley, leaned against the wall, took out his phone and dialed Hoshino Yuuki's number.

No one heard.

He dialed again, but still no one answered.

He opened Line and edited a message:

[Conquering Tokyo School: Yuuki, where did you and your aunt move to? Why didn't you tell me?]

The message was sent and showed as read, but there was no reply.

Shimada Sho gripped his phone, leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath.

wrong.

Aunt Island Flower isn't the kind of person who would leave without saying goodbye.

Even if she really had to move, she would definitely tell him in advance.

And not long ago I was telling him to eat well.

At that time, her expression and tone were normal, and there was no indication that she was going to move.

Unless... she didn't move willingly.

With a heavy heart, Shimada Sho followed the middle-aged woman's directions and arrived at the entrance of the shopping street.

From afar, I could see a sign that read "Wanye Real Estate".

Following the signs upstairs, the last shred of hope vanished the moment I pushed open the glass door.

Because the interior decoration of this so-called agency was exactly the same as that of the Okawata Group I had visited before.

The staff were shady-looking, the room reeked of smoke, and the table was piled high with ledgers.

As Shimada Shoichi stepped in, the seven or eight men in the office all looked up at once.

They looked over with hostile eyes.

"Hey kid, what are you doing?" A bald man sitting closest to the door stood up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and blocked Shimada Sho's path.

"I need to find someone," Shimada Sho said, suppressing his emotions. "Shima Hana Runa, she sold her house through you guys, and I need to know where she moved to."

The bald man paused for a moment, then turned and exchanged a glance with his companion.

Then he turned to her and asked, "Client information is private and cannot be disclosed casually. What is your relationship to her?"

"son."

The bald man looked him up and down, then asked with a playful tone, "Son, do you not know where your mother moved to?"

A few suppressed snickers echoed in the office.

Shimada Sho clenched his fists, but his face remained calm: "She didn't have time to tell me when she moved. Please help me check, I have something urgent to do."

"Urgent?" The bald man leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "What's the emergency?"

"It's none of your business."

"Then I'm sorry." The bald man spread his hands, a fake smile on his face. "We can't disclose customer information without a legitimate reason. It's industry practice."

Shimada Sho stared at his forced smile, wanting to punch him.

But after a moment of eye contact, he suppressed the anger surging in his chest, turned around, and walked out of the office.

It's not that I'm afraid of them.

Rather, he knew that taking action here wouldn't solve the problem.

These people are just low-level thugs; beating them won't make a difference.

and……

His biggest worry right now isn't his own anger, but the safety of Aunt Island Flower and Yuzuki.

What exactly happened to them that forced them to sell their houses?

Where are they now? Are they injured?

These are the most urgent matters.

Stepping out of the mixed-use building, Shimada Sho stood on the street, looking up at the gloomy sky, and for the first time felt a sense of powerlessness.

He needs help.

We need someone who can find out the details of this agency and locate Aunt Island Flower's new residence.

He can't do it himself.

Several candidates flashed through my mind.

Kamishiro Yukine?

No, he's just a possessing spirit to the young lady; he has no real identity.

Tenkai Chizuru?

She could hire a private investigator, but it took a whole day to investigate Owada Financial last time. She doesn't know how long it will take to investigate this time.

He can't wait.

That leaves only one person.

Shimada Sho took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and hovered his finger over a name.

Class teacher, Natsumi Yonekura.

He took a deep breath and pressed the dial button.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Hello, Shimada-kun?" Yonekura Natsume's voice carried a hint of surprise. "Why are you suddenly calling your teacher?"

"Teacher," Shimada Sho tried to keep his voice steady, "I have something I'd like to ask you."

"what's up?"

"Could you please give me Ayase Yuki's contact information?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Yonekura Natsumi's voice became subtle: "What do you want with her?"

"It's a personal matter," Shimada Sho said without elaborating, "It's urgent."

Another silence followed.

Then Natsumi Yonekura sighed softly, "I understand. Wait a moment."

A moment later, a number was sent, followed by a reminder: "Don't forget to study/be serious."

Shimada Sho ignored that advice.

He stared at the number for a few seconds, his thumb hovering over the dial key.

To be honest, he didn't want to make that call.