Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 379 - 279: About to be Discovered!

Chapter 379: Chapter 279: About to be Discovered!

Seeing her father so invested, Kujo Yua leaned back and used Fushimi Roku as a shield: "Uh, he’s not from a distinguished family, both his parents are deceased, and he’s a colleague of Tamako."

Upon hearing this, Kujo Mutsumi was unfazed. His only requirement for his daughter and granddaughter was simply for them to ’get married’.

"Oh! Having deceased parents counts as an advantage. Have him come over next week; I want to see this kid. Even becoming a son-in-law of the Kujo family has its standards..."

Seeing her father get more and more enthusiastic, Kujo Yua’s scalp tingled. After all, in her eyes, Fushimi Roku and Fujiwara Homare were of the same ilk—her standard for Tamako’s potential partner was simple: ability doesn’t matter, what matters most is good character.

"They haven’t reached the point of discussing marriage yet." Kujo Yua hurriedly added.

"What’s going on, does that guy not want to take responsibility?" Kujo Mutsumi frowned even deeper, speaking with a hint of menace.

"It hasn’t progressed to the first night yet." Kujo Yua had to continue explaining.

Kujo Mutsumi didn’t believe it: "How do you know? Didn’t you also keep it a secret from me back then..."

Kujo Yua interrupted expressionlessly: "Her house’s living room has a miniature camera, and there’s a tracker in her shoe sole. She hasn’t been to a love hotel... so it hasn’t progressed to the first night yet."

"..."

Kujo Mutsumi wanted to say that this behavior was more outrageous than his, but after thinking it through, he realized he had no ground to criticize his daughter, so he pretended nothing happened and continued to press: "So how far have they actually progressed?"

"I guess... they’re still... ambiguous?" Kujo Yua turned her head away.

"Are you kidding me!!"

Kujo Mutsumi slammed the tea table fiercely—he was old, but not dead. He would still get angry: "Tamako is turning twenty-three this year; round it up, she’s twenty-five, round it up again, she’s thirty, and one more round up, she’s a fifty-year-old! How can she still be playing house with men like a little girl?!"

"No, no, no, isn’t there something wrong with your math? No matter how you round it up, she’s still twenty-two!"

"Twenty-two is not young! I was already making my first pot of gold and achieving my first life dream at nineteen... don’t think she has a lot of time to waste!"

Perhaps too agitated, Kujo Mutsumi suddenly began to cough violently, each cough louder than the last, as if trying to hack up his lungs, accompanied by a sticky wheezing sound.

Kujo Yua instinctively wanted to pat her father’s back, but her raised hand hovered in mid-air, not reaching over.

The maid brought over some pills on a tray. She watched her father gulp down the tea just to swallow his medication, suddenly understanding why he called her old.

After a long while, Kujo Mutsumi caught his breath, looking exhausted, his voice hoarse, the wrinkles on his face like a dried-up, cracked riverbed: "If she has a lover, I won’t say anything; but if she doesn’t, I’ll arrange a marriage for her by the end of the year."

Seeing her daughter about to speak, Kujo Mutsumi raised his hand to stop her: "There’s no room for discussion on this matter, I’ve already compromised."

"What if she has a lover?" Kujo Yua asked.

"She must marry this year." Kujo Mutsumi’s voice was soft but his tone was indisputable: "Provided the other party is qualified to be a son-in-law of the Kujo family."

"It’s already April this year, rounding it up is June, and another rounding up, it’s December, there’s simply no time..."

"Alright, alright," Kujo Mutsumi chuckled angrily, "then engagement this year, marriage next year."

Having said this, Kujo Yua really had no more excuses.

She could only get up to bid farewell, urging her father to do his best.

He nodded, impatiently waved his hand, and just as Kujo Yua reached the door, he suddenly advised: "Take care of your health."

Kujo Yua paused, nodded sideways: "You too."

After speaking, she felt inexplicably awkward, quickly making her way through the corridors, leaving the front yard, retrieving her phone from the butler at the front gate.

She got her phone and checked for unfamiliar messages immediately—surprisingly, there were indeed several, with consecutive notifications popping up, alarming her. She hurriedly opened the first message.

"Chief Kujo, it’s me, Iida Shouta..."

Kujo Yua snapped the flip phone shut, uninterested in reading the rest of the messages.

Iida Shouta was the specialist she sent to monitor Minamoto Tamako, whom she fired on the day of the incident and promptly blocked his contact.

She already felt it was generous not to hold him accountable, yet he dared to contact her with a new number...

The assistant opened the car door, and Kujo Yua sat in the back seat.

The car moved smoothly, she sat quietly for a moment, then took out her phone again, opened the messages, and continued to scroll down.

"...Miss Tamako is back!"

"If it’s convenient for you, please contact Miss Tamako as soon as possible."

"She really is back."

"She’s truly back."

"I’m not lying."

"Also, that grumpy uncle and the irritable menopausal director are back too."

...

Kujo Yua immediately dialed Minamoto Tamako’s number, and while waiting for the call to connect, she thought about what she’d do if Iida Shouta dared to play tricks on her—she’d throw the guy into the sea to feed the sharks.

"Moshi Moshi... What’s up, Mom, why the sudden call?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice from the receiver, Kujo Yua let out a heavy sigh of relief, her tense heart finally eased.

She covered the receiver, signaled her assistant to stop and turn back, then asked, "It’s been a while since we last spoke, how have you been lately?"

"Oh, fine, fine..." Minamoto Tamako’s voice was filled with guilt from the start.

"If you encounter any problems, you can tell me." Kujo Yua said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Ahahaha, what could possibly happen to me? Hahaha, I even took leave to go traveling these days... hahaha..." Tamako’s laughter was as fake as it could be.

"Really?" Kujo Yua sounded a bit impatient.

"Of course, it’s true, why wouldn’t it be real? It’s absolutely true..." Suddenly, the voice in the receiver paused, followed by Tamako’s suspicious query: "You’re not spying on me, are you?"

Kujo Yua coldly chuckled, unwilling to provide an explanation and too lazy to lie, she uttered, "Wait, I’ll be right there." and then hung up the phone.

Beep... beep... beep...

Hearing the busy signal from the phone, Tamako’s sense of foreboding grew stronger.

The arbitrator did not trick her, after taking sleeping pills, she woke up back home.

The familiar ceiling, familiar sofa, familiar room, the Happy birthday letter balloon on the wall was somewhat deflated, and the cake crumbs on the floor were already moldy, obviously Fushimi Roku didn’t clean up before leaving.

Taira Sakurako yawned, indicating she was in good spirits; Fushimi Roku hadn’t woken yet, sleeping like a dead pig.

Tamako dashed out of the room at once, confirmed Senior Kazama was safe and sound, then called Senior Watanabe and Director Moriki to ensure they had reached home, only then did she collapse onto the sofa, relishing the joy of narrowly escaping death.

Alive, returned home...

Everyone is safe...

Really great...

Before she could enjoy for long, mom suddenly called, her first thought was ’can’t let mom know about this’—since the matter was settled, why worry mom?

While away, everyone gives good news and not the bad, fearing family might know they aren’t doing well, Tamako was no exception.

Additionally, Tamako was worried she might get scolded.

She could imagine if mom knew about her kidnapping, she would be furious, saying things like ’told you being a cop was dangerous’, ’lucky you escaped this time, what about next?’, ’quit, you must quit, be a lady at home’...

With these thoughts, Tamako shivered, thinking it would be better not to let mom know.

Yet, after a call, she felt Kujo Yua seemed to know.

Especially Kujo Yua’s final cold laugh, leaving her feeling as if her secrets were laid bare.

Tamako hurriedly turned on the TV to check the current date and time—it’s April 3rd, 9:16 PM, only two days have passed.

Could it be someone reported it?

Tamako quickly called the police station, inquiring whether Chief Kikuchi had received a missing persons report from Sugamo Apartment recently.

The latter didn’t know what Tamako was up to, instinctively asked, "Isn’t that your home address? Fushimi Roku disappeared again? Also, why didn’t you come to work these days? I’m a chief after all, wanting to take leave should at least submit a leave request, being absent directly is somewhat disrespectful..."

Looks like the Chief knows nothing at all!

Tamako swiftly apologized, indicating a ’small accident’ at home, assuring they would definitely show up for work tomorrow.

Kinosaki Shoujin couldn’t do much to her, lightly remarked to be careful next time, didn’t even ask for a review, directly hung up.

Tamako continued her investigation, grabbing Fushimi Roku’s collar, shook him back and forth: "Wake up! Wake up! Something serious happened!"

Fushimi Roku had already awakened, he was just pretending to sleep. After overhearing Tamako’s phone call, he pondered how to get out—especially the gunshot wound on his calf, absolutely can’t let Tamako find out!

He could bear slow walking, barely feign being uninjured. But if he goes to work, many eyes in the police station might notice.

Before Fushimi Roku could figure a way to lie, Tamako suddenly grabbed his collar, shaking him, also lightly kicked his calf, muttering: "Why is this guy still sleeping? Could it be an overdose on sleeping pills?"

—Ugh!!

Fushimi Roku screamed internally, unable to keep up the act, he could only squeeze out a sleepy face, stretch, and say: "Eh? Home already... what’s up? Seemed like I heard someone calling me earlier..."

Tamako vaguely felt he was acting odd, but had no time to dwell on details now, quickly asked: "Did you notify mom after I was kidnapped?"

"No..."

Saying that, Fushimi Roku glanced at his watch: "Oh! It’s been 24 hours, then your mom probably knows by now."

It’s over!!

No wonder mom said she’s coming back immediately!!

Tamako widened her eyes, glancing around, the living room was in a complete mess, unpresentable. The worst part was, the pajamas she wore were all bloody, looked like she came from a gory R-rated film.

In fact, she did just come back from a bloody R-rated film, but how could she let mom see this?

"Quickly clean up!!" Tamako hastily urged, "Mom is coming!!"