Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 210 - 131: Running Away from Home

Chapter 210: Chapter 131: Running Away from Home

The director wanted to play the violin again.

To be honest, even leaders dislike having connections. Having such a little ancestor under your nose, who would be happy about that... If this little ancestor were sensible, that would be fine, but Minamoto Tamako is not someone who stays within bounds.

The director pinched his temples and patiently explained, "Yamato’s mother is ill, so he took a leave of absence to visit his hometown. He left in a hurry and didn’t have time to submit a report... He himself called Chief Kikuchi to make up for the leave."

Yamato is the name of the ’missing’ patrol officer.

Minamoto Tamako realized she had made an awkward mistake and suddenly felt a bit guilty. The momentum accumulated from her anxiety was suddenly extinguished, and she murmured, "So sudden? How come I didn’t know..."

"Does the chief have to report everything to you?"

The director knocked on the table, thinking that if this continues, where is the majesty of the director? How can he lead his subordinates in the future? Even if Minamoto Tamako is the daughter of Kujo Yua, he still needs to give a gentle warning!

"Besides, you said Mr. Fu Jian is missing, what’s your evidence? Haven’t you been in a tiff with Mr. Fu Jian lately? If he’s feeling down and goes out for a walk, that’s normal, isn’t it? Moreover, he’s currently on sick leave, still recuperating, not missing work... It’s his freedom to go anywhere during his break, isn’t it?"

Minamoto Tamako was stunned, then subconsciously asked, "How does the director know?"

This was something Watanabe Shun blurted out after drinking. After arguing with the boss, he overheard the quarrel between Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako—afterwards, he even specially tried to question Minamoto Tamako indirectly, learned that the two were in a cold war, and volunteered to offer advice, but was rejected by Minamoto Tamako.

Of course, the director wouldn’t tell the truth, he appeared calm, leaning back on the chair, and said, "As a director, how could I not care about my subordinates? I’m fully aware of your everyday life."

Minamoto Tamako thought the director was a bit creepy; his words sounded like those of a peeping stalker. She quickly realized the director had a point; Mr. Fu Jian might have left in a fit of anger... Thinking this, Minamoto Tamako’s face suddenly went pale.

Seeing Minamoto Tamako’s expression, the director knew this little girl was completely won over by that guy, Fushimi Roku. He sighed inwardly—good cabbage being gobbled up by a pig—what future could a poor guy possibly have? The Kujo Family is already declining, they should be marrying into powerful business or political families.

"It’s not yet 24 hours; why file a case? I suggest you go home and check—maybe you’ll find a note or something... Of course, after work." The director dealt the final blow.

Minamoto Tamako felt like she had been hit on the head, her soul almost scattered. She returned to her desk in a blur, her mind full of the director’s words... Could it be that Mr. Fu Jian really left without saying goodbye because he hates her?

The more Minamoto Tamako thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. They were already in a cold war, and Mr. Fu Jian leaving willingly was perfectly normal if he couldn’t stand the atmosphere.

Could it be that I was too strict? Or did staying at Fushimi’s home cause Mr. Fu Jian distress?

Minamoto Tamako numbly copied reports; this was the first time she was half-hearted about work, her mind had already flown out of the office, wishing she could grow wings and turn her house upside down right away.

During lunch break, Director Moriki came gossiping, asking if she had quarreled with her boyfriend. Minamoto Tamako, embarrassed and anxious, sighed and explained, "He’s not my boyfriend, it’s with Mr. Fu Jian that I had an argument. He suddenly left without saying goodbye, and I’m worried something happened to him... but he might just hate me."

After finishing, she couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

"Eh——"

Director Moriki dragged out the tone; she had heard the gossip from that big talker, Watanabe Shun. She stopped by the police station during lunch break specifically to get the inside scoop, naturally not intending to let it slide so easily.

"But generally speaking, you only feel uneasy when your boyfriend goes missing, right?" She sat shoulder to shoulder with Minamoto Tamako on the roadside, with lunchboxes on their knees, chatting while having lunch.

"No, no, no..." Minamoto Tamako shook her head vigorously: "Mr. Fu Jian and I are just ordinary friends, we’re a team, partners with tacit cooperation, nothing like a vulgar romantic relationship!"

"Oh! Sorry," Moriyama Yasurou said while pretending to apologize and simultaneously unfolded a Yan Country map, just waiting for the moment to reveal the dagger, "Didn’t Senior Watanabe also go missing once before? Nobody seemed to notice, only Mr. Fu Jian did..."

Minamoto Tamako was picking out the broccoli and, upon hearing this, reminisced for a moment—it seemed it was indeed the case... Why wasn’t she as concerned when Senior Watanabe went missing, but she’s frantic now that Mr. Fu Jian is missing?

It doesn’t feel right, not right at all!

Minamoto Tamako frowned, stabbing her fork into the broccoli, thinking if it really is the case that Mr. Fu Jian has improper feelings for her? She had suspected this before but had no evidence, and it ultimately led nowhere... She wondered if the flowers that had only stems left on the windowsill had regrown petals.

Soon after, she realized she was thinking incorrectly.

If one follows this thought process, it should not be that Mr. Fu Jian has improper feelings for her, but she herself has strange feelings for Mr. Fu Jian... Realizing this, the fork in Minamoto Tamako’s hand pierced the plastic lid with a ’pop’. Her face turned red, her cowlick turned like willow branches, and her mind suddenly turned to mush.

Moriyama Yasurou timely added fuel to the fire, tilting her head to observe Minamoto Tamako’s shy demeanor:

"Also, even co-living roommates wouldn’t pay attention to each other’s lives every day, right? Generally, people just nod and say hi when going out, maybe help throw out the trash or bring breakfast... Tamako, are you guys really just partners?"

"This, this..."

Minamoto Tamako didn’t know how to answer.

Her heart was in chaos; she didn’t know how Mr. Fu Jian felt, didn’t know where Mr. Fu Jian was, nor was she clear about her own feelings towards Mr. Fu Jian... The last time she felt this restless was when she wet the bed back in her hometown.

Moriyama Yasurou smiled with a nurturing grin, finding the expression delightful, wanting to hug Minamoto Tamako tightly and give her a big kiss.

The teenage crush was so adorable; the naive, bashful, and anxious appearance made her eager to embrace and pamper Minamoto Tamako.

"I thought you two had already set boundaries," Moriyama Yasurou pressed on, continuing to tease Minamoto Tamako, listing one by one: "Saying you watched movies, shopped at malls, went on dates, and lived together... You didn’t do anything strange while living together, right?"

Hearing this, Minamoto Tamako thought of foot rubs; her body inexplicably reacted—just like ordinary people would salivate at the mention of plums—her soles tingled, and she instinctively covered her mouth.

How could this be...