The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1463 So-called Love

The bathroom of Ooka Momiji's apartment.

The sound of running water filled the bathroom, and through the frosted glass, one could vaguely see a beautiful figure inside.

Fujino was brushing his teeth in front of the sink and the mirror.

As for why he brushed his teeth, the reason is simple: he had just eaten a big meal, but it was all seafood, and the taste lingered in his mouth, which was a bit unpleasant.

So, of course you should brush your teeth.

Spitting out the toothpaste foam, the white foam is flushed down the drain along with the water flowing from the tap.

At this moment, Ooka Momiji walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Because it was still winter and Japanese apartments rarely had central heating, most of them had air conditioning, so she was still emitting a slight warmth from her body. Combined with her fair and rosy skin, she had a particularly charming appearance.

Fujino felt that being soaked to the bone and still wrapped in a bath towel while radiating heat was a bit unfair to Ooka Momiji.

Having just experienced a banquet, even if he wanted to have some ideas, he was somewhat willing but unable to.

I rinsed my toothbrush and tooth mug, then turned around and went back to the living room as if nothing had happened. I sat on the sofa, turned down the TV volume that I had deliberately turned up, and casually switched between TV shows to watch.

Ooka Momiji took out another set of toothbrush and toothbrush cup, rinsed her mouth, picked up the hairdryer hanging next to her and dried her hair while glancing at the living room out of the corner of her eye, a loving smile on her lips.

Her fair, delicate feet, clad in pink slippers, strode to the sofa and sat down.

She leaned closer to Fujino, snuggling up to him, and whispered, "One more time?"

"Ahem, never mind..." Fujino coughed lightly, "I just finished washing, it's too much trouble to wash again."

Ooka Momiji pouted and started drawing circles with her hand: "Don't you like me anymore?"

"What you said..."

“That detective,” Ooka Momiji looked up, “your relationship seems a little off…”

Fujino immediately understood what she meant upon hearing this.

She seems to be jealous.

No wonder he was so ruthless; he was venting his frustrations.

Fujino felt relieved for a moment, then gently lifted the tip of her nose: "We're just colleagues, but we do have a very good relationship."

"Do you have any thoughts about her?"

"She has feelings for me, okay?" Fujino said helplessly, explaining how he had managed to talk his way out of this shrewish older sister.

As Ooka Momiji listened to the explanation and sorted out the logic, she realized that there didn't seem to be any case where Fujino was so audacious as to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with someone.

If I had to describe it, it would be the kind of thing where feelings develop naturally over time.

She gave a reproachful look: "So, do you have feelings for her?"

"Well," Fujino stroked his chin thoughtfully, "you should know I wouldn't lie to you about something like this; it's impossible for me to say it's not true."

"satyr."

"Where is the pervert...?"

"I fall in love with every girl I meet."

"Tsk..."

Fujino clicked his tongue, unable to refute what he was being told.

Hongye is right. He should stand up straight when he gets beaten. He really does feel like he's falling in love with every girl he sees.

However, looking at Hongye in his arms, whose face was expressionless and who was calmly talking to him like this, he felt a little annoyed.

He immediately reached out and began to lecture him.

Caught off guard, Ooka Momiji was forced into a retreat.

She tugged at the collar of her bathrobe and scurried to the sofa, lying on her side. Her slender, fair skin peeked out from under the bathrobe, and she said resentfully, "Behave yourself. We're talking about serious matters. You were acting all high and mighty just now."

"Who told you to flirt with me first?"

“H-devil…” Ooka Momiji pouted and muttered a complaint under her breath, then said, “So what are you planning to do?”

"It's not clear yet." Fujino thought for a moment, then looked at her: "Do you have any objections?"

"I had Iori sink her into Tokyo Bay."

"what……?"

"Just a joke."

Seeing Fujino's slightly bewildered expression, Ooka Momiji explained casually, then shrugged helplessly: "Now that things have come to this, of course we should try to help her out..."

"It's a bit inappropriate for her to be here with her current status as a police inspector. In any case, she should be able to help you."

Upon hearing this, Fujino immediately understood what she was saying. It was roughly: This woman's status is too low. She's no match for me and the Suzuki family. I'll help her get a promotion so she can at least be of use in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Ooka Momiji didn't say much, only asking, "What do you think, Mr. Danna?"

"I'll leave things like this to you." Fujino felt a chill run down his spine when he heard the title 'Danna-san'. It was similar to the title 'husband'. He remembered that Momiji used to call him that.

At that time, the two of them didn't have any feelings for each other, and feeling a bit awkward, they didn't let her call them that.

The way she calls him now naturally carries a hint of teasing and dissatisfaction, like, "My husband has already made the decision, what can I do?"

Holding the young girl in his arms, he reached out and touched her freshly dried golden curls: "I'm so sorry to have put you through this."

"It's because I only care about you." Hongye rubbed against her neck, "Even if it's unfair, I'm willing to do it. If I leave you, I don't know how I'll survive."

She paused, then continued, "Moreover, my dear, it would be rather irresponsible of me, as your wife, not to think of a way to resolve the romantic entanglements you've incurred."

Fujino quipped helplessly, "She's been too good at handling her husband's affairs. These days, it's good enough if the wife doesn't make a fuss."

"Who told me I'm the queen?" Hongye laughed.

Fujino retorted speechlessly, "The Queen of Karuta is called a queen, huh?"

“Of course.” Ooka Momiji smiled. “But compared to being a queen, I’d rather be an empress.”

"Queen?"

“Yes, being a king is too tiring.” Ooka Momiji nodded. “Being an empress only requires helping her husband manage the affairs of the harem. How easy is that?”

Fujino gently pinched the tip of her nose: "A Karuta Queen is definitely out of the question. If a Karuta King comes along, wouldn't he take advantage of you?"

"Don't worry, of course there won't be any words 'karuta' on it. I'm not like you, you lecher. I only want to be your queen." Ooka Momiji's face was full of smiles.

She raised her arms to wrap around Fujino's neck, then gently lifted her head and kissed him.

"Come on..."

After a long while, Ooka Momiji, slightly out of breath and with a flushed face, said, "But you mustn't get involved in these kinds of romantic entanglements anymore." "Even the Empress gets angry."

"Alright, alright." Fujino gently rubbed her cheeks. "Calm down, your face is all red."

Ooka Momiji pouted, feeling like she was being treated like a child, but it wasn't so bad.

After calming herself down a bit, she added, "However, if it can help you and it's someone who genuinely likes you, then I might consider it."

"what?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Ooka Momiji pouted, looking a little angry. "Anyway, one more or one less won't make a difference. Wouldn't it be better if you had a few more who could help you?"

"..."

Fujino paused for a moment, somewhat unable to understand what the older woman was saying.

I was simply shocked.

Momiji arched her back, trying to sit up from Fujino's embrace.

I tried, but to no avail.

The burden on his chest was so heavy that he couldn't lift his center of gravity at all.

Fujino reached out and helped her up.

Sitting next to me, she crossed her arms and became serious and earnest: "Honey, you said that no matter what kind of relationship it is, there will always be interests involved. Even brothers who have known each other for a long time will eventually turn against each other when their own interests are involved, right?"

“That’s absolutely right.” Fujino nodded slightly. “Relationships always have an element of mutual benefit involved. If there’s no mutual benefit and affection to maintain them, then the relationship will quickly collapse…”

Hongye picked up the thread: "But family is different. Family members always try to consider each other's feelings. Although there may be some unexpected things sometimes, the probability is much lower than that of outsiders. Am I right?"

“That’s right.” Fujino nodded, naturally understanding what she meant.

Ooka Momiji continued to explain, "If that's the case, wouldn't it reduce the risk by bringing people with certain power and resources into our family?"

“You mean…” Fujino paused slightly.

“That’s how it is.” Ooka Momiji responded, then continued, calmly explaining her thoughts: “Take Sonoko and me for example. Putting aside feelings, the two of us definitely won’t have any conflict of interest with you. After all, if you’re doing well, we’ll be doing well too. And when we hand over the family business to you in the future, our interests will be even more intertwined.”

"This will be even more true if we have children in the future."

“Take that policewoman named Sato as an example. She will definitely be integrated into our community of interests in the future. Once she is integrated, she will naturally form a circle of interests with the two of us and my dear.”

"In this way, if we promote her to a high position in the Metropolitan Police Department, the Metropolitan Police Department will directly become our power and will have enough ability to help us."

"Even disregarding feelings, if we only consider self-interest, she wouldn't betray me."

As she spoke, she patted her chest and said, "In this way, we will form a community of shared interests, sharing both good times and bad."

"In addition to integrating resources, it also resolved potential risks."

Fujino stroked his chin, then reached out and touched Ooka Momiji's forehead: "Young lady, are you sick?"

"Of course not." Ooka Momiji said with a serious expression. "I was just sharing my thoughts with my darling."

"So, where did you get all this from..." Fujino couldn't help but complain, "Isn't this just like how ancient emperors won over people's hearts, maintained stability, and harvested resources?"

"These are just some ideas, what do you think, darling?" Ooka Momiji asked Fujino earnestly.

Fujino's lips twitched slightly: "Isn't this a bit too outrageous?"

Ooka Momiji crossed her arms: "No way, I'm serious!"

Fujino: "..."

I originally thought you wanted to integrate the Ooka family and the Suzuki family.

I never expected there would be such a trick.

He was a little unsure what to say, so he simply reached out and patted her head: "I know you're serious, but let's not think about this kind of thing anymore."

"Why?" Hongye asked, puzzled.

Fujino continued to pat her head affectionately: "Leave these kinds of scheming matters to me, Koyo, you don't need to worry about them so much."

"Compared to things like interests, I would rather you, Hongye, be like other girls your age, carefree, with joy and anger, and express your jealousy. Be more lively instead of constantly suppressing your feelings."

Fujino chuckled softly: "I know you're doing this for my own good, and of course I want you to be happy too..."

"But liking something is always a two-way street, isn't it?"

"You like me, so of course I like you too. You care about me, so of course I'll be good to you. You care about me, so of course I'll care about you in the same way..."

"It breaks my heart to see someone so sensible."

Ooka Momiji blinked, momentarily stunned.

After regaining her composure, a smile appeared on her lips: "So, what I like is this gentle you..."

"He's clearly a lecher, yet he's so gentle."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened and tears streamed down her face.

Fujino quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes: "Why did you suddenly start crying?"

"Who told you to suddenly say such sweet words, honey?" Ooka Momiji complained with a sob in her voice, reaching out to wrap her arms around Fujino's waist and hugging him tightly. "Do you know that I'll like you even more if you do this? It wasn't easy for me to convince myself of this, how could I possibly let go of you now? How could I possibly let someone else like you?"

"It's all your fault!"

"Alright, alright, my wife is right, it's all my fault." Fujino raised his hand and stroked the soft hair at the back of her head, gently caressing her to comfort her.

He had seen and always seen Ooka Momiji's affection and love.

From the beginning, she was like this, making no attempt to hide her feelings, even giving off a somewhat frivolous vibe, simply because that's her personality. Because of the promise, she was passionate and direct, asserting her ownership without any consideration, and directly using money to win people over.

Later, her feelings changed. Her emotions were mixed with more consideration and dedication for those she liked, as well as a deep understanding. Although her feelings remained as passionate as ever, they broke away from the so-called agreement and became about him as a person, thus completing the true love.

Because of enough love, the love is extreme, passionate, and selfless to the extreme. For the person they love, they even ignore their own feelings and emotions, to the point of being humble. They are willing to give up everything and wrong themselves, just to build the most favorable future for the person they love.

Normally speaking, it would be a great thing, after all, who wouldn't like a virtuous wife who is obedient to them and like a loving mother?
This has been the case since ancient times; even in Japan, there are Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese women).

However, Fujino didn't think so. He believed that liking something should be mutual.

What does one person's contribution count for?
Although in his mind, love should indeed be about one person making concessions to the other in order to last.

However, he saw it as nothing more than forbearance.

Love should be mutual.

It's so unfair to make Hongye endure and bear it; in fact, being too understanding would only make him feel worse.

(End of this chapter)