Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

“Shima Hana Runa is Sho-kun’s stepmother.” She tucked the last piece of fabric away and looked up. “I knew Sho-kun would come.”

"So you sent your uncle over?"

“Yes.” Yuki Ayase nodded. “I’m worried that Sho-kun will get the short end of the stick.”

Shimada Sho remained silent for a moment.

Yuki Ayase spoke so lightly, as if she had only done something insignificant.

But he only called Owada Financial at noon, and by evening the police had surrounded the place.

The fact that they were able to uncover the details of Owada Financial in such a short time and mobilize the District Public Prosecutors Office's Special Investigation Department is no small feat.

She makes it sound so easy, but who knows how much effort she put in behind the scenes.

"What if I'm not here?" Shimada Sho asked again.

“No, I won’t.” Ayase Yuki looked up at him. The car was dimly lit, but the confident curve of her lips was clearly visible. “I know Sho-kun’s personality best.”

Shimada Sho looked into her eyes, momentarily at a loss for words.

"……Thanks."

After a long silence, he managed to squeeze out two words from his dry throat.

Yuki Ayase shook her head.

She didn't say anything like "you're welcome".

After a slight smile, he turned and took out a bottle of mineral water from the storage compartment next to his seat.

After unscrewing the cap, he took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and poured some water on it.

Then she turned around and faced Shimada Sho.

"Xiangjun, don't move."

She raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

The handkerchief still carried warmth.

She had been clutching it in her pocket, and it had been warmed by her body heat.

The wiping motion was extremely gentle, starting from the corner of the mouth, moistening the dried blood little by little and wiping it away.

Then there was the grime mark on his chin that he had somehow gotten there.

Finally, when the handkerchief touched the red and swollen area on his cheekbone, Shimada Sho instinctively hissed.

"Does it hurt?" Ayase Yuki's hand immediately stopped.

"Fortunately."

"You're lying." Her voice was muffled. "It's so swollen, how could it be okay?"

He said that, but his hands moved even lighter.

So light that Shimada Sho could barely feel the handkerchief; he could only sense the warmth of her fingertips.

It was cool, yet seemed to carry a faint hint of warmth.

After wiping her face, she rummaged through the storage compartment and found a band-aid.

"hand."

Shimada Sho reached out his hand.

She lifted the back of her hand, looked down and examined it closely; the blood on the back of her hand was someone else's.

The abrasions on my knuckles have stopped bleeding; only the skin at the base of my thumb and index finger is broken.

Yuki Ayase's eyelashes trembled.

She tore open the adhesive bandage packaging, aligned it with the wound, and carefully applied it.

After finishing one, I peeled off the second one.

The movements were slow, so slow that Shimada Sho could clearly feel every touch of her fingertips.

After applying the last bandage, she didn't immediately let go of the hand. Instead, she opened her palm, spread her fingers, and gently clenched her fist.

Shimada Sho's hand was also open, and when they clasped hands, their ten fingers joined together.

She probably knew the action was too abrupt, so after she finished, she secretly looked up to observe Shimada Sho's reaction.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that Shimada Sho was looking at her.

"Ayase".

Their eyes met, and Shimada Sho suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

Why are you so special to me?

This was a question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"What do you think, Sho-kun?" Ayase Yuki asked him in return.

Shimada Sho gave a wry smile. "I've thought about it for a long time, but I just can't remember if we've ever known each other before."

He really wanted to know.

Why is Yuki Ayase going to such lengths to help me?

Their relationship was clearly very ordinary.

In the end, they were just classmates who had only known each other for a short time.

"It's okay if Xiangjun can't remember."

Under his gaze, Yuki Ayase gave a faint smile.

They did not deny Shimada Sho's question.

But there was no specific answer.

Shimada Sho still wanted to know more details, and opened his mouth to ask further questions.

But Ayase Yuki spoke first, "Sho-kun, don't worry. Just know that I'm willing to do anything for you, Sho-kun. That's enough."

"anything?"

“Anything.” Ayase Yuki’s tone was unusually serious.

Shimada Sho opened his mouth, but then stopped asking.

He knew he wouldn't get any answers even if he asked.

He immediately turned his head to look at the street scene outside the window.

The car drove towards the hospital.

Throughout the journey, Yuki Ayase held Sho Shimada's hand the whole time.

His hands were clasped together, showing no intention of letting go.

Shimada Sho felt very uncomfortable and wanted to pull back.

But seeing that she rested her head on his shoulder after several attempts and looked relaxed, he finally gave up the idea.

Forget it.

Let's just hold hands; consider it a way of thanking her for her help today.

Chapter 117 Let's Go to Bed

Yuki Ayase may have notified the hospital before she arrived.

Upon arriving at the hospital, a dozen or so doctors and nurses were already waiting in the parking lot.

As soon as Shimada Sho got out of the car, they immediately pushed a trolley over, pulled him along, and ran into the hospital.

Yuki Ayase wasn't idle either.

She went to register, pay the fees, explain the situation, and handled all the procedures herself.

After Shimada Sho was taken into the examination room for X-rays, he waited outside the door for a moment without leaving for a moment.

When he was pushed out, Yuki Ayase was still standing outside the door, her posture barely changed.

"No fractures, soft tissue contusions, and a slight dislocation of the left little finger, but it has been reduced."

The doctor looked at the scans and explained the situation, praising, "The young man has a good constitution; he'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"Thank you, doctor." Yuki Ayase took the test report and thanked him sincerely.

Shimada Sho was placed in a private hospital room.

Yuki Ayase helped him lie down on the bed and placed a pillow behind his back.

After making sure he was comfortable, he turned and went outside the ward.

A moment later, he came in carrying a black paper bag.

The bag contained towels, toothbrushes, disposable cups, and various bottles and jars.

She took things out one by one and arranged them neatly on the bedside table.

Watching her busy figure, Shimada Sho asked with mixed feelings, "Aren't you going back?"

"I'm not going back." After arranging all her things, Ayase Yuki moved a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Shimada Sho: Aren't your family worried?

“I told Dad I’m not going home tonight.” As she spoke, she took a spray bottle out of her bag and shook it. “Xiangjun, lift up your clothes.”

"..." Shimada Sho did not make a move.

Yuki Ayase explained, "I also need to spray medicine on my injured ribs."

Shimada Sho looked up and met her serious expression.

He couldn't bring himself to say no; he sighed and lifted the hem of his T-shirt.

My left rib area was kicked during the melee, and it has now turned purplish-blue.

Yuki Ayase paused when she saw the large area of ​​bruising.

"What's wrong?" Shimada Sho asked, puzzled, when she stopped.

Yuki Ayase gently shook her head. "It's nothing."

As she spoke, she raised her other hand and placed it on Shimada Sho's waist to hold her in place.

Next, aim the spray at the wound and press gently.

The medicinal mist felt cool on his skin, and Shimada Sho instinctively stepped back.

"Does it hurt?" Ayase Yuki immediately looked up.

Shimada Sho, having adjusted to the cool sensation, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

"Sho-kun." Ayase Yuki continued spraying the medicine, calling his name softly.

Shimada Sho: "What's wrong?"

"Don't fight anymore."

"……it is good."

After the response, the observation room fell silent.

The sound of an ambulance siren came from outside the window, growing louder as it approached, and stopped at the entrance of the emergency room.

A moment later, a jumble of footsteps and voices could be heard outside the door.

But these sounds were shut out by the tightly closed doors of the ward.

Shimada Sho looked down at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed.

The fluorescent light cast a soft glow on her face; her eyes, behind her glasses, drooped, and her eyelashes cast a small shadow on her eyelids.

Her hand was still on his waist, her fingertips slightly curled, and he felt a tickling sensation on his skin.

“Ayase,” Shimada Sho said softly.

Yuki Ayase looked up.