Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

Regardless of who he calls, Shimada Sho just wants to get some rest right now.

I didn't feel anything when my adrenaline was pumping during the fight, but now that I've calmed down, the pain is really coming.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged man returned.

"Mr. Shimada."

His attitude changed noticeably; his tone became much more polite, and he even used honorifics, saying, "Please wait a moment."

Shimada Sho glanced at him: "Waiting for what?"

You'll find out in a moment.

Shimada Sho completely gave up at this point, not even bothering to ask any questions, and simply slumped down to rest.

On the contrary, Sasaki stood ramrod straight next to him, like a telephone pole.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

A black luxury car was parked outside the police line.

The car door opened, and a slender figure in small leather shoes walked quickly over.

She was wearing a dark trench coat, and her long hair was loose over her shoulders, looking somewhat messy, perhaps because she hadn't had time to style it.

A familiar pair of black-rimmed glasses sat on his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses anxiously scanned the scene.

It first swept over the group of squatting gangsters, then landed on the group of stretchers lying haphazardly by the wall.

The camera finally focused on Shimada Sho sitting by the roadside.

Seeing his disheveled state as he slumped to the ground, with several visible external injuries on his body, the calm in his eyes shattered instantly.

"Xiang Jun!"

Yuki Ayase practically sprinted over.

Her little leather shoes clicked loudly on the cement ground as she ran, completely disregarding her appearance; the hem of her trench coat was even lifted up by the wind.

She almost couldn't stop when she rushed in front of Shimada Sho, and staggered forward before regaining her balance.

As she got closer, she could see the injuries on Shimada Sho's face.

Her cheeks were swollen and red, her lips were cut, her hands were stained with dried blood, and there was a bluish-purple bruise on her neck that was half-hidden by her collar.

Yuki Ayase's eyes suddenly reddened.

"Xiang, how could this be..."

She crouched down, her eyes full of concern, and reached out to touch the bruise on Shimada Sho's neck.

Such intimate behavior made Shimada Sho feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He instinctively leaned back, dodging the jade-like fingers that reached towards his neck.

Yuki Ayase noticed his resistance, but she wasn't angry. Instead, fearing he might fall, she considerately lowered herself and took his arm.

After making sure Shimada Sho wouldn't fall, he asked softly, "Who hit him?"

When she asked this question, her voice didn't reveal much emotion.

But Shimada Sho clearly saw a shadow in her eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

The matter has been resolved; there's no need for further conflict.

Most importantly, he didn't want to bother Yuki Ayase anymore.

But the other party clearly didn't think that way. Not getting an answer, they quickly asked again, "Who is it?"

"I told you it's nothing," Shimada Sho said, once again changing the subject.

Seeing this, Ayase Yuki didn't ask any more questions.

She took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at the rows of gangsters squatting in the distance.

With just this one movement, her demeanor changed abruptly.

Just a moment ago, her eyes were red and she looked heartbroken, but when she turned around, you couldn't see anything on her face anymore.

All that remained was an impenetrable calm.

She walked up to the middle-aged man in the suit and said in a light tone, "Uncle Shanzhi."

"What's wrong, Yuki?" The middle-aged man, who was called "uncle," smiled and asked with concern.

Chapter 116 Willing to Do Anything for Xiang Jun

Makoto Zenji is currently a prosecutor in the Special Investigation Department of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office.

Of course, another identity better represents him: a staunch supporter of Ayase's faction in the Diet.

Even his current position was obtained through internal factional maneuvering.

Being addressed as "uncle" by the most favored daughter of the Ayase family fills Yoshiharu with a sense of trepidation.

She took the matter at hand even more seriously, glanced at the boy in the distance, and turned to ask, "Yuki, do you know this young man?"

"Yes," Yuki Ayase replied cheerfully, "Shimada-kun is a very good friend of mine."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the group of Owada Heavy Industries workers squatting by the wall.

That gaze sent a chill down the spine of Owada Heavy Industries, who was crouching in the corner.

He still doesn't understand what happened.

All they saw was a girl who suddenly ran over, protected by the police, and rushed to the front of the monster boy from before.

Then the two of them put on a sweet, affectionate scene.

Judging from the attitude of the district prosecutor, who clearly held a high position, this girl's identity was far from simple.

And so, he felt even more like crying.

You can say you're as strong as a monster, that's one thing.

The people I know are still important figures who can get the district attorney to personally run errands for me.

If we have that relationship, why did you have to come here and make a scene?

Can't you just give me a call and I'll personally deliver the property transfer contract to you?

"Oh shit!"

For the first time in his life, Owada Heavy Industries, a veteran of half his life, swore. He felt utterly regretful.

He had lived most of his life, been arrested by the police, attacked by rivals, and received his fair share of scolding in the Sumiyoshi-kai.

But this was the first time I'd ever felt a chill run down my spine from being stared at by a little girl.

“These people.” Ayase Yuki’s gaze lingered on him for less than half a second before shifting away with disgust.

Then, she said in a calm voice, "Uncle, please treat them well. Fraud, violent debt collection, illegal detention, intentional injury... the things they've done are enough to keep them in jail for a long time, right?"

Zenji raised an eyebrow.

He knew this nominal niece well, knowing that she had been more mature than her peers since childhood, spoke and acted in an orderly manner, and never acted on impulse.

But now, though she speaks casually, her eyes clearly say, "Investigate to the death."

He glanced at Shimada Sho again.

Who is this kid?

“Okay.” Suppressing his curiosity, Zenji nodded.

He beckoned a policeman over and whispered a few instructions.

After speaking, the policeman immediately stepped aside to take charge of the matter.

Several police officers then picked up Owada Heavy Industries and his men one by one and put them into a police car.

The actions were very rough, completely unlike the usual adherence to procedures.

As Owada Heavy Industries was being put into the car, he glanced back at Shimada Sho.

His eyes were filled with complex and unfathomable meaning.

The only word that comes to mind is regret.

Yuki Ayase had already turned around and returned to Sho Shimada's side.

His back blocked Owada Heavy Industries' view, and he reached out to support Shimada Sho's arm.

The movements were gentle, as if afraid of hurting Shimada Sho.

After helping him up, she said softly, "Let's go, Xiangjun."

"Where are we going?" Shimada Sho's legs were still a little sore, and it was difficult for him to stand up without being helped.

“The hospital,” Yuki Ayase replied.

As she spoke, she had already helped him walk forward, as if she had made a decision and there was no room for discussion.

"No need," Shimada Sho instinctively refused.

Yuki Ayase looked up, her eyes behind her glasses staring straight at him.

Beautiful eyes hold a wealth of emotions.

Heartache, anger, lingering fear...

Finally, she parted her lips slightly and said, "You promised me."

Shimada Sho opened his mouth, wanting to ask her when she had agreed.

But the words stuck in his throat.

He did seem to have promised, saying on the phone that he would spend the day with her.

Although this day has begun in a way he never expected.

"……Row."

In the end, Shimada Sho agreed.

The car was parked not far away.

Shimada Sho said goodbye to Sasaki, then turned and followed Ayase Yuki.

Yuki Ayase held onto Sho Shimada's arm the whole time, and at first glance, they looked like a couple supporting each other.

She walked very carefully, as if afraid of bumping Shimada Sho with every step.

When she reached the car door, she let go of the door and climbed into the carriage.

Then he turned around inside the carriage and extended his hand to Shimada Sho, "Come here."

Shimada Sho looked at her outstretched, fair hand, hesitated for a moment, and seeing that she kept it outstretched, he finally handed it over.

Yuki Ayase's hands are very white, with slender fingers that feel warm to the touch.

The moment she grasped it, her fingers tightened immediately, as if she had caught something she had lost and then regained.

After Shimada Sho got into the car with the help of others and sat down, he tried to pull himself out, but found that he was being held tightly and could not pull himself out.

"..." Shimada Sho was somewhat helpless.

After the car door closed, Yuki Ayase sat down next to her.

She used her other hand to pull a thin blanket from the side of the seat, unfolded it, and covered Shimada Sho with it.

However, because he only has one hand, his movements are very clumsy.

I tried to tuck the corner into Shimada Sho's leg, but when I exerted force, the other side fell off.

After leaning forward and pulling that side up, this side came out again.

Feeling the mountains pressing against his face as she leaned forward, Shimada Sho said with a wry smile, "Why don't you let me go first?"

"Don't move." Ayase Yuki pressed down on his shoulder, showing no intention of letting go.

Helpless, he had no choice but to abandon his plan to pull his hand back.

Seeing her struggling and busy, I asked, "How did you end up here?"

“The real estate agency that Xiangjun asked me to investigate, I found out that it’s backed by Owada Financial.” Ayase Yuki answered patiently, her hands still moving. “Then I also found out that Owada Financial has recently been pressuring a woman named Shimahana Runa to sell her house.”