Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 227 - 148: The Sunny and Cheerful Big Boy Version of Mr. Fushimi

Chapter 227: Chapter 148: The Sunny and Cheerful Big Boy Version of Mr. Fushimi

The Director of Police cleared his throat, subtly shifted the topic, indicating that this matter would be discussed later. Everyone understood his unspoken objection and decided not to bring it up further.

Kujo Yua sat quietly on one side, never expressing any opinion on the matter from start to finish.

After the meeting ended, the attendees each left their seats, and the lower-ranking officers said their goodbyes and left first. Kinosaki Shoujin volunteered to drive the car for the heads, acting as a chauffeur, while the Chief sat in the back, resting with his eyes closed.

On their way back, the two chatted about gossip.

"By the way, why would the Director care about such a trivial issue like making the papers? Isn’t it usually someone else’s decision?" Kinosaki Shoujin attempted to find deeper meanings from the actions of higher-ups and capture political trends early.

"Why bother with the personal matters of big shots?" The Chief sighed.

"Ah, I don’t quite understand, maybe I’m just too dull," Kinosaki Shoujin tried to prompt the Chief to elaborate.

"The Director has an only son, right? There were rumors of an arranged marriage a few years ago, but there hasn’t been any progress."

The Chief opened his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror, saying, "The Kujo family doesn’t have a male heir yet. You’ve met Tamako; she’s cute and has a good personality... The eldest son of the Fujiwara family would be a perfect match for her, wouldn’t he?"

Kinosaki Shoujin instinctively wanted to ask about Mr. Fushimi, but quickly realized, no wonder Director Fujiwara personally diverted the interview matter, paving the way for his own son!

"I see..."

He suddenly felt that being born in a wealthy family might not necessarily be a good thing, as children’s life choices are not always theirs to make.

While waiting for the traffic lights, Kinosaki Shoujin also considered that it might not only be for the son; wasn’t Chief Kujo always single? With a large family and business, now there are rumors of a cabinet reshuffle, and a marriage alliance must be the best option, right? Director Fujiwara wants to make bold moves, but can’t bypass his second-in-command. It can be imagined how distressing this is for Chief Kujo, but such matters cannot be openly discussed...

The deeper Kinosaki Shoujin thought, the more he wildly speculated, until the red light turned green and a honking sound from behind snapped him back to reality. He gently pressed the accelerator and slowly drove away.

...

Minamoto Tamako was unaware that her mother was still worried about her lifelong affairs. She had spent several sleepless days and nights assisting with the case at the police station and finally submitted the closure report. After returning home, she took a shower, and too tired to think of anything, she collapsed on her bed and fell into a deep sleep.

She dreamt of a table full of delicious food, including eel rice, curry rice, king crab, grilled wagyu beef, and oden, with bubbles gurgling in the stone pot and oil sizzling on the iron plate, filling her nose with fragrances that made her drool.

She hurriedly grabbed her chopsticks, declared, ’I’m starting,’ and stretched them out to pick up a piece of eel, only for the eel to suddenly flip over; when she tried again, an evil broccoli emerged from the rice, clinging to the eel and jumping out of the bowl with a malicious laugh.

Tamako was furious, and the consequences were severe. She chased the eel with her chopsticks, while the broccoli ran around with the eel, making her so angry that she shot her chopstick like a kunai, piercing the villainous broccoli right through!

"Damn it! It’s not over yet!" The broccoli struggled endlessly.

"Tell me! Who sent you to steal the eel!" Officer Tamako questioned with a sense of righteousness, "Justice will prevail, there’s no escape for you!"

Hearing this, the broccoli suddenly grew a human face, enlarged and twisted, emitting a nearly mournful howl: "It’s... it’s Fushimi Roku!!"

"He’s the one behind it all!!"

"Everything is his fault! He is the true culprit!!"

Broccoli transformed into the image of that believer, with a bullet hole in the chest, a contorted face, and crushed the eel in his hand, accusing Minamoto Tamako with bloodshot eyes, claiming she was an accomplice in murder!

"Give me my life back!!"

Minamoto Tamako shivered violently, suddenly opening her eyes wide.

Her small hands grasped the edge of the blanket tightly, staring blankly at the ceiling, panting heavily. Everything in the dream felt too real, more real than a mere dream.

These days, she was busy with the case, living and eating at the station and scarcely returning home; Mr. Fushimi hadn’t reached out to her either, nor sent any messages or called. Although Mr. Fushimi apologized, the cold war seemed to persist...

Thinking of this, Minamoto Tamako’s mood grew even gloomier.

At this moment, the tip of her nose twitched, inhaling the aroma of food... seemingly eel, curry, king crab, oden, grilled beef... Wow! All were delicacies from the dream!

Minamoto Tamako went to bed without dinner yesterday, and now, her appetite was stirred, her stomach rumbling audibly. She, wearing her Lion King print pajamas, sat up from the bed to find no sign of Taira Sakurako.

"Sakurako?"

She opened the door slightly, poked her head out, and softly called.

"Awake?"

Fushimi Roku, wearing an apron, with white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, held a porcelain plate and spoke with a sunny smile: "Perfect timing, dinner’s about to start."

Taira Sakurako, holding a knife and fork, with a napkin tucked at her chest, was already seated at the dining table, waiting.

Minamoto Tamako was startled, quickly shut the room door, doubting whether she had opened it correctly... when did Mr. Fushimi become so industrious? Could he have been possessed by something unsavory?

Minamoto Tamako sniffed the aroma; the food’s authenticity was undeniable.

Perhaps Mr. Fushimi was aware of his shortcomings, but unable to save face, thus resorting to this method to apologize... Yes! Surely it was that! Just like Mama-san, who, after arguments, would call her for a meal!

However, her anger hadn’t entirely dissipated yet! Mr. Fushimi apologized to everyone except her—his ’Sorry, I was wrong’ was barely half an apology! Mr. Fushimi didn’t mention her name, who knows who he was apologizing to?

Going to dinner would be damaging to her dignity, making it seem like they had reconciled!

But, if she didn’t go, would she appear a bit too petty? Mr. Fushimi had already lowered himself, should she also yield a step? But previously when she lowered herself, Mr. Fushimi didn’t give her a good face...

Minamoto Tamako pouted, caught in a mental struggle.

Just as she hesitated, Fushimi Roku knocked on the door, softly and amiably inviting Miss Tamako to come out for dinner, behaving just like a professional butler.

Minamoto Tamako suspiciously opened the door. She gave Fushimi Roku a sideways look; whether he had no shame or was already relieved, his smile was so sweet, it could be described as radiant.

"Be- behave normally," she muttered, walking to the dining table and taking her seat.

Fushimi Roku placed the dishes on the table and casually asked, "How am I abnormal?"

"Usually, you’re lying on the sofa, as if it’s your death if you ever move, occasionally bossing around asking for fruits and then for tea, always with a sulky face as if the whole world owes you ten thousand yen..."

Minamoto Tamako got increasingly excited as she spoke, wishing to vent all her dissatisfaction from this period.

If Mr. Fushimi were to use that evil chant, saying things like ’I treat you as a friend, and you see me as a villain,’ ’Is this how you see me?’ ’A stump stabbed by nails leaves holes’... she’d pretend not to hear, rush through the meal, and retreat to her room, eating first anyway!

Fushimi Roku heard her out and surprisingly didn’t get angry but nodding in agreement admitted, "I was wrong before; I’ve now changed my ways."

Minamoto Tamako’s expression may those be saying ’Don’t fool around,’ she mused, could he truly have become a sunny, cheerful big boy?

Something’s off, really off!

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