Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Wakayama Prefecture is located at almost the southernmost point of Honshu Island.

It borders Osaka Prefecture to the north and Nara Prefecture to the east.

This is the Kinki region near ancient Kyoto, considered the outskirts of the capital before the Black Ships incident.

Now, at least the old house where Hanako grew up is in the countryside.

Little Waka Hanako has lived here since she was a child.

It is said that her family name is also derived from the Wakayama mountain outside her window.

She thought she could hear her father and mother arguing in the main hall again.

But she silently walked into her room.

Hanako knew it was an illusion.

My mother hanged herself the day before yesterday.

She didn't like it here; it had that old, decaying "Japanese style" vibe everywhere.

Like the dying fish-man emperor, he still carries the scent of an old empire.

She hated the atmosphere of such a large family.

Just like how she hated the woman her father brought home last month.

A vixen.

But tradition doesn't seem to care about these things.

Her father always taught her to be a gentle woman like a Yamato Nadeshiko.

She tried her best to do it.

Hanako learned calligraphy, illustration, and tea ceremony from a young age... and her behavior was just as her father had instructed: that of a well-bred lady, gentle and charming.

She usually likes to wear a purple kimono or a light pink yukata.

He was very cautious in his actions, and even when speaking to the servants in his household, he would have a warm smile on his face.

But does that mean a Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman) should tolerate a stepmother who breaks up her family?

She refused.

Fortunately, she had her only solace.

They are netizens.

This was in 1994, when the internet was just beginning to become widespread in Japan.

As a top family in Wakayama Prefecture, the Waka family naturally had to follow this trend.

If you don't keep up with the trends, how will people know you are Chinese?

Although they and the Song family are not qualified to call themselves Chinese.

Xiaohuazi was in the study at that moment, looking at the old-fashioned CRT monitor computer slowly dialing up to the internet, with an excited expression on her face.

The interface was black and white like a chat room, but in Hanako's eyes it was the only picture with color.

"Hanako: Princess Himegami, my father is still favoring that vixen, what should I do?"

"Himemiya Ayame: Hanako-san, you must fight for your rights as the eldest daughter. That vixen might very well harm your mother!"

Even though Hanako was still young at the time, she knew that it was impossible to succeed in calling the police in Wakayama Prefecture to arrest the head of the Waka family.

She sighed again, preparing to shut down her computer, when she saw a new message.

"Himemiya Ayame: If that doesn't work, you can come to the University of Tokyo to find me. I'm a law student and I can help you with your case."

Hanako hesitated for a moment, but still chose to shut down the computer.

The fox spirit was deeply loved by her father, but she didn't have the ability to rebel against the Heavenly General.

In her sleep, Hanako heard a series of noises coming from outside, sounds rising and falling, like shouts or wails.

She opened her sleepy eyes, but before she could even rub them, the door was yanked open with a "rip"!

It was her father, the father she somewhat disliked.

Little Waka Hanako put on the mask she wore when dealing with her father.

Cold, aloof, dignified, and composed.

"What is it, Father?"

The old man ignored Hanako's expression, grabbed her in his arms, and ran outside.

It was only then that Hanako noticed the daylight, which was as bright as day.

It was a series of fires, flames that would burn the Waka family home to ashes.

It was neither a feeling of joy nor a feeling of sorrow.

Even if she might die in the fire as well, Hanako found it somewhat amusing.

To die in a fire with one's family, one could say, is a worthy death.

But the presence of that vixen was a bit of a downer.

Just then, they heard their father still roaring, "Haven't you found the mistress yet?!"

The household butler said anxiously, "Master, someone said they saw the young mistress run away..."

Seeing her father's furious breakdown upon hearing this, Hanako suddenly laughed.

In this fire scene.

There are no extra people.

Seeing the blazing firelight, the father didn't hesitate for long before picking up Hanako and rushing towards the gate.

The intense heat scorched the air around Xiaohuazi, causing her to suffocate and lose consciousness.

Before losing consciousness, she seemed to see her young father, whose eyes were still filled with thoughts of herself and her mother.

The tall father...

When Hanako opened her eyes again, she was in a hospital in Tokyo.

The woman sitting next to me.

"Hanako, are you alright? Your father passed away trying to save you. I hope you can find solace in his grief."

Hanako's eyes were cold; of course she recognized that face.

Just as she recognized herself.

Waka Miho.

My own cheap mother.

The cheap mother took over all the family property.

Her adoptive mother brought her to Tokyo.

She is also the stepmother who is now standing in front of Fujino.

She really didn't know how to deal with this woman.

He inherited her family fortune, but brought her to Tokyo.

He vanished without a trace on the night of the massacre, but ultimately saved her.

But ultimately... when she realized that her value to Kamiho was only in a marriage alliance to exchange for benefits...

Hanako's choice is to become independent as soon as possible and to distance herself from her.

Even though they were mother and daughter in name only, she wasn't sure what her true feelings were towards her.

Just like she neither hates nor hates her own father.

Shouldn't the mother who abandoned him and committed suicide also have something to complain about?

Hanako felt that she couldn't rely on anyone.

Gradually, she felt that the world was drifting away from her.

She learned to take everything calmly, to detach herself from the world, and to see everything from a third-person perspective.

My colleague said her condition was terrible and she needed to see a doctor.

She is now very grateful to this meddlesome colleague, otherwise she would not have been able to get to know someone as perfect as Fujino.

For the first time in her life, a sense of determination appeared in Hanako's eyes.

She used to obey everything, but now she doesn't want Fujino to be disturbed.

"Auntie, although you are my mother in name, please don't bother me."

The veins on her hands, which were gripping the cup tightly, were bulging, clearly indicating that saying such things was still somewhat of a strain for her.

"Who I'm with is my own business. As for your idea of ​​marrying me off in exchange for business opportunities, don't even think about it!"

Waka Miho smiled.

He laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

She waved to the bodyguard, turned and walked towards the black sedan parked by the roadside, then drove off: "Take the young lady home, then teach this brat a lesson and make sure he never shows his face again."

This scene was witnessed by Saki, who was hiding in the distance and spying.

She looked at the bodyguard who was slowly walking towards Fujino and Hanako, her expression filled with panic.

What to do? What to do?

Although she knew that Fujino was strong, with eight-pack abs, comfortable arms to hold, and frighteningly hard pectoral muscles, she was reluctant to take her hands away and wanted to gently stroke those muscles.

But those were two burly men who looked like they could fight.

Her family used to have bodyguards, so she could naturally tell the quality of these two men.

He doesn't seem like someone easy to deal with.

Correct!

She thought of Fujino's friend, the policeman whose contact information she had left with last time.

Huashan Xun

She found the phone number: "Officer Hanayama, this is Saki, Mr. Fujino's caregiver. Yes, he's in trouble now; a rich man's bodyguards want to beat him up. Could you please come over?"

"Address? This is Gendosaka, Shibuya Ward, yes! Please hurry."

Kaoru Hanayama on the other end of the line slowly put down her phone, but let out a cold snort.

"Tch, so you really are Saki. Fujino? Good luck."

Meanwhile, Saki put down her phone and stared anxiously at the center of the conflict.

Silly Fujino, stall for time!

Aren't you the best at talking to patients?

It's okay to argue with the bodyguard for a while!

She couldn't hold back any longer, took a step forward, and ran towards Fujino.

I can't wait any longer, how can I just stand by and watch Fujino-san get beaten up?

She couldn't bear to see her beloved get beaten!

Fujino remained standing in the same spot.

He even shielded Hanako behind him.

"Sir, did you hear what the old lady said? Don't delay our work, we don't want to cause trouble either." The taller bodyguard shrugged and tried to persuade Fujino in a gentle tone.

Fujino ignored the bodyguard and instead turned to look at Hanako.

"Although I don't understand the situation, you don't want to go with that old lady right now, right?"

As Waka Hanako looked at Fujino, a surge of emotion welled up inside her.

That look in his eyes conveys kindness, respect, trust, protection...warmth.

But she also wanted to protect him.

"It's alright, you go first—"

"If you don't want to go, just beg me."

Upon hearing Fujino's words, Hanako's pent-up grievances suddenly welled up, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I don't want to, Fujino-san."

The other, shorter bodyguard had long since grown fed up with the farce.

"Hey! What kind of Monday night drama are you guys putting on?! Don't be ridiculous, are you looking down on us?"

He grabbed Fujino's shoulder and swung his right hand, intending to slap Fujino.

Amid Hanako's gasp, Fujino gripped that hand tightly.

"Hey, you made the move, didn't you?"

In the instant the bodyguard was stunned, Fujino's feet sank, and he twisted his waist and flipped over.

A clean over-the-shoulder throw.

The short bodyguard was thrown three to five meters away, swayed for a moment, and then lost consciousness.

Fujino clapped his hands: "Take your colleagues and get out!"

"Tell your master not to force Hanako to do things she doesn't like."

The bodyguard stared at his colleague in shock, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Is this human?

Staying alive is the priority; let's think about work later!

He nodded quickly, helped his colleague up from the ground, and left without looking back, as if a ghost was chasing him.

The alleyway immediately returned to its sparsely populated state.

Except for the girl in sportswear who rushed to Fujino's side and suddenly stopped.

Fujino looked at the girl who had just exuded a sharp aura and felt that she looked somewhat familiar.

What's more, she stopped right in front of him, and even with sunglasses on, he could tell she was looking at him.

"Hello, miss, what can I do for you?"

The girl in sportswear gave a dry laugh.

"Haha, haha, it's nothing."

"Just passing by, jogging by."

She quickly started running and continued running along the same path.

Fujino still felt that the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

But I can't recall where I heard that before. He sees so many patients every day that he can't remember them all.

"Should we run in the area with the most people in Shibuya?"

"What a weirdo..."