Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 151 - 147: Father-Daughter Estrangement, Aoyama Xiu Xin Leading to Downfall (Vote for Monthly Pass!)

Chapter 151: Chapter 147: Father-Daughter Estrangement, Aoyama Xiu Xin Leading to Downfall (Vote for Monthly Pass!)

"If Asano Hirofumi died in an accident, Suzuki Junko would surely harbor resentment against me," Xiu Xin thought.

But if she were led to suspect that her father had arranged the car accident, that would be a different story.

Aoyama Xiu Xin wanted to see the drama unfold as father and daughter turned against each other.

Once Suzuki Junko had no one left to rely on, he could make his entrance and easily manipulate her. Then, by appearing to work hard to repair her relationship with Suzuki Daohiro, he could gain both Suzuki Daohiro’s friendship and gratitude.

Taking both father and daughter in one fell swoop—how satisfying.

"Brother Xiu Xin, your smile is so cunning," Neitian Youji teased as she traced his palm with her finger, looking up at him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, with a lollipop in his mouth, mumbled hazily, "This is what’s called a sagacious smile."

"Where are we going now? Do you want to come to my place?" Neitian Youji batted her eyelashes.

The last time, she had invited Aoyama Xiu Xin to a human body banquet.

And Aoyama Xiu Xin had, in turn, invited her to consume the human body.

Their relationship had intensified a notch.

Only a thin veil remained between them.

"No thanks," said Aoyama Xiu Xin, "I’ll take you home and then I need to rest. I’m tired today."

He had more important matters to attend to tonight.

"Oh." Neitian Youji’s enthusiasm waned; she was quite interested in the games that adults played.

Unfortunately, Aoyama Xiu Xin never included her.

The ambulance that arrived at the scene rushed Asano Hirofumi to the hospital, but ultimately, he was dead.

Suzuki Junko was devastated, her heart turned to ashes.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s words kept resonating in her head.

Was tonight’s car accident really just a coincidence?

Once one person doubts another, the truth hardly matters anymore.

Anguished, she rushed home and confronted her father with red eyes, "Dad, Hong Wen brother just died. Did you have him killed?"

"Is this how you behave after being out all day and just getting back?" Suzuki Daohiro said expressionlessly.

Indeed, he had arranged for someone to eliminate Asano Hirofumi during the day, but he hadn’t expected them to act so quickly.

And they hadn’t even called to report back to him.

Suzuki Junko stared obstinately at him, "I just want to know whether you did it or not. There’s no one else here."

"Junko, how can you speak to your father like this?" Mrs. Suzuki frowned.

"Mom, stay out of it," Suzuki Junko kept her gaze fixed on Suzuki Daohiro, "Did you do it?"

"How dare you!" Suzuki Daohiro, incensed by her attitude, rose suddenly and pointed at Suzuki Junko, raising his voice, "So what if I did? Are you going to report me to the police? Do you want me to pay with my life?"

Raising a daughter for over twenty years, only for her to treat him like this because of a man—Suzuki Daohiro felt Asano Hirofumi’s death was well deserved, as he had turned his obedient and sensible daughter into this.

"Dad! So it was really you," Suzuki Junko said in disbelief, shaking her head and slowly backing away, "How could you? What did Hong Wen brother do wrong? Why target him—Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t even kill him, so why did you?"

The man she loved had been killed by her own father, and Suzuki Junko felt the world spin into darkness.

"Why? Look at yourself now; don’t you understand why? It’s because he changed you! Because he used you for his own future against Aoyama Xiu Xin!" Suzuki Daohiro’s face darkened. He pointed at Suzuki Junko, forcefully venting his emotions. He didn’t believe that Asano Hirofumi was only targeting Aoyama Xiu Xin for justice’s sake.

"He didn’t!" Suzuki Junko sobbed in defense of Asano Hirofumi, tears streaming down her face, "Your hearts are dirty—you see everyone as dirty."

"My heart is dirty? Hahaha, my daughter is calling me dirty?" Suzuki Daohiro sneered in rage, kicking a coffee table and shouting at her, "You can call the police now, report that your father has killed someone, go ahead! I’d like to see who dares to investigate me!"

"I won’t go, but I will also never acknowledge you as my father again! I don’t want anything you’ve given me! Take it all back!" Suzuki Junko, eyes red with tears, threw down these words and ran out.

Mrs. Suzuki got up, wanting to chase after her, "Junko..."

"Let her go! If she walks out that door, then she should never come back in this lifetime!" Suzuki Daohiro bellowed.

Suzuki Junko’s steps faltered.

But in the end, she still slammed the door behind her.

"Bang!"

The door closed with a loud noise, and Suzuki Daohiro sat on the couch breathlessly, clutching his chest, "The biggest mistake of my life was spoiling her just because she was my only daughter. Where else would you see a daughter dare to speak to her father like this!"

"Enough, don’t speak, take a moment, don’t upset yourself," Mrs. Suzuki quickly consoled him.

Suzuki Daohiro extended his hand, "Phone."

Mrs. Suzuki hurriedly handed him the phone.

Suzuki Daohiro, in front of her, called one of his lackeys, "Why didn’t you tell me he was dead?"

His daughter had taken him completely by surprise.

"Ah? I haven’t received any message either. Deputy Director, please hold on, I’ll ask and get right back to you."

Suzuki Daohiro hung up emotionlessly.

"Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!"

About ten minutes later, the phone rang.

"Deputy Director, my people didn’t even get a chance to make a move. I asked around, and it turns out that the guy was just unlucky, jaywalking across the street and got hit by a car."

"Got hit by a car?" Suzuki Daohiro’s face lit up with excitement. This meant that Asano Hirofumi didn’t die by his hand at all. He had just been shouldering the blame for no reason.

Seeing her husband hang up, Mrs. Suzuki asked cautiously, "Should we explain to Junko?"

"Hmph! Explain what? It doesn’t matter what actually happened; what’s important is the attitude. Did she even consider me in the way she just acted?" Suzuki Daohiro said irritatedly, and then helplessly added, "Besides, she’s already made up her mind and wouldn’t believe it."

He felt speechless inside. How could someone of such age still jaywalk without any sense of propriety? They really had it coming.

...

Suzuki Junko walked the streets with a vacant gaze in her eyes.

Tears kept sliding down her cheeks.

She couldn’t understand how things had turned out this way.

"Beep beep beep!"

A car horn suddenly blared, and she instinctively turned her head to see Aoyama Xiu Xin inside the vehicle.

"Get in," Aoyama Xiu Xin called out.

Unmoved, Suzuki Junko continued walking by herself.

The traffic was light that evening, so Aoyama Xiu Xin leisurely drove beside her, talking as if they were out for a stroll, "There’s no need to be sad, Asano Hirofumi never loved you."

"Shut up! Don’t you dare slander him!" Suzuki Junko stopped in her tracks and glared angrily at Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin relentlessly continued, "If he really loved you, knowing that you lowered your dignity and pride to help me by eating ’that’, he would have been sad, he would have been angry, but that anger would be directed at me and at his own inability to protect you. Most of all, he should have been moved by your sacrifice for him. But how did he react? He pushed you away, called you dirty, told you to get lost..."

"Stop it! He was just too shocked to react properly," Suzuki Junko choked up.

"People’s instinctive reactions are often the truest. Face reality; you are deeply in love with him, but his feelings for you are not the same. If he truly liked you, why haven’t you two gotten together after all these years?"

"He just isn’t sensitive about these things..."

"There’s no man who isn’t sensitive to a woman unless he doesn’t like her," Aoyama Xiu Xin interrupted her coldly, "If he was ’insensitive’ for so long before, why did he suddenly become ’sensitive’ towards you after his downfall and losing his job? Asking you to hold hands to watch a movie, he’s just using you to get back on his feet. And since you’re pretty, even though he doesn’t like you, he could make do with you."

He left Asano Hirofumi without a shred of dignity; anyway, the dead can’t defend themselves.

"Stop it! Please, just stop! I beg you, no more!" Suzuki Junko collapsed to the ground, burying her head in her hands and crying. The image of her beloved Brother Hongwen was being shattered bit by bit by Aoyama Xiu Xin.

The corner of Aoyama Xiu Xin’s mouth curled up, seeing someone in panic meant hitting their sore spot.

He was like a devil, bringing out the worst in others!

Aoyama Xiu Xin stopped the car, got out, and squatted beside her, "So, you’ve fallen out with your dad, haven’t you?"

"What’s it to you? Are you just here to enjoy watching my misery?" Suzuki Junko asked furiously.

She found him to be incredibly annoying and detestable.

"I don’t enjoy a farce; I prefer tragedy, and right now, you’re quite tragic," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a slight smile, provoking her.

Suzuki Junko wished she could tear him apart.

Aoyama Xiu Xin scooted back and sat down on the curb, "A father is unreliable, a lover is unreliable; in this world, only oneself can be trusted. I can help you get your job back."

Mrs. Yanahara, Matsubara Zizhi, Suzuki Junko...

He had become a sort of mentor, pushing women to strive.

"Why?" Suzuki Junko looked at him with a puzzled face, not understanding why he would help her.

"I’m giving you another chance," Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled faintly. "Would you still help Noda overturn the case?"

If it had been before, Suzuki Junko would’ve nodded without hesitation, but recalling recent events, she hesitated. She wanted to be a good prosecutor, but she was disgraced; she lost the man she loved, fell out with her father, lost so much and gained nothing.

Was it worth it?

Was others’ happiness more important than her own?

"That’s your answer. I like people who can turn their lives around," Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed heartily.

Crushing a righteous person’s worldview, causing them to fall to his level, even helping him in his misdeeds, he found the process to be quite amusing.

Suzuki Junko scoffed, "Don’t flatter yourself. What ’turning lives around?’ You’re blatantly dragging good people down to your level of depravity."

"Whatever you say," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, stretching a hand toward her, "but when you hit rock bottom, it’s only I, the devil, who’s offering you a hand."

Hesitant for a moment, Suzuki Junko slowly placed her hand in his and let herself be pulled up.

"Let’s find you a hotel to stay at for now. Don’t look at me like that; I won’t do anything to you."

Aoyama Xiu Xin wasn’t in a rush; Junko was mainly a means to curry favor with Daohiro Suzuki.

In plain terms, she was just a tool for Aoyama Xiu Xin to gain brownie points with Daohiro Suzuki.

Do you think I’m into you?

No, I’m after your father.

While Aoyama Xiu Xin played his games, Fujimoto Ryosuke, entrusted by Asai Youki, also began his work.