Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

The little tuft on top of Minamoto Tamako's head stood up; she loved hearing this. She enjoyed disciplining Mr. Fu Jian the most.

"Well... Sister Yalan, this morning, Mr. Fu Jian confessed to me."

As she said this, her little face was filled with smugness, her legs swinging back and forth by the edge of the sofa, pretending to be troubled, "Oh dear, it was really sudden, I wasn't prepared at all... Do you think I should reject him?"

Moriyama Yasurou was no fool like Watanabe Shun. She immediately asked, "How did you respond at that time?"

"I reluctantly agreed." Minamoto Tamako glossed over and shortened the process a bit.

"So does that mean you two are a couple now?" Moriyama Yasurou asked knowingly.

"...Mm." Minamoto Tamako was a bit shy; she still wasn't used to the idea of being in a relationship with Mr. Fu Jian.

"Since you're a couple, it becomes easier."

Moriyama Yasurou sat up, leaned against the headboard, and seriously imparted her wisdom on handling men over the phone to Minamoto Tamako, "When Fushimi Roku comes back tomorrow, confront him about where he was last night."

"Didn't you say he was likely on a case investigation..." Minamoto Tamako didn't catch up.

"Does it matter?" Moriyama Yasurou interrupted, "Whether he's doing serious work or not isn't important, what's important is his attitude! Understand? Not reporting to you is a bad habit, if not corrected in time, won't you end up waiting for him anxiously every night? How can a romance be maintained like that?"

"Makes sense."

Minamoto Tamako nodded repeatedly, "What if he was really busy?"

"No matter how busy, there's always time to send a text, right? This is a golden opportunity; you have to train him to be obedient."

Moriyama Yasurou advised earnestly, "If he talks back or makes excuses, say his attitude is questionable; if he states the facts, say he doesn't love you anymore; if he dares bring up old issues, you bring them up too, attack his weaknesses mercilessly, so he won't dare stay out all night again!"

"Will that work?" Minamoto Tamako expressed doubt.

"You don't trust me? I've been helping you strategize!" Moriyama Yasurou suddenly scolded.

Minamoto Tamako was startled, quickly apologized, and then Moriyama Yasurou softened her tone, "See, that's how it's done, understand?"

"Understood..."

Minamoto Tamako seemed to have a realization, pondering how to implement it, but then thought something felt off.

...Why does this seem familiar?

Hmm, Mr. Fu Jian often says something like this...

Minamoto Tamako suddenly realized, inwardly cursing, not expecting Mr. Fu Jian had long tried to treat her like a catfish, attempting to tie her up with ropes or even wire, trying to turn her into a compliant love-struck brain.

Fortunately, she's clever and didn't fall for it, always staying slippery like a catfish.

Heh, even Mr. Fu Jian's confession was in her plan... If she had known, she would have drunk more, avoiding these months of delay.

Now it's time to sound the horn of attack!

There's a hierarchy in romance too, and she wants to show Mr. Fu Jian who's the boss in love!

With encouragement from Moriyama Yasurou, Minamoto Tamako felt ambitious, confident she had Mr. Fu Jian wrapped around her finger, and went to bed at ease, looking forward to the next day.

The next day was Sunday, Minamoto Tamako and Taira Sakurako had their usual day off.

The former got up early, humming as she got out of bed, walked around the entrance, but didn't see Mr. Fu Jian's shoes; she knocked on Mr. Fu Jian's room door, no response, assuming the guy hadn't returned yet.

Too outrageous!

Minamoto Tamako decided she needed to harshly criticize him.

She would make Mr. Fu Jian aware of his mistake, make him feel guilty, make him kneel and beg for forgiveness, cry his heart out, hug her legs and loudly apologize, saying he couldn't live without her...

The more Minamoto Tamako thought about it, the more excited she became. While she brushed her teeth and washed up, she practiced her tone in front of the mirror, deliberately frowning to make her little face look fierce and terrifying.

...

When she practiced for the thirty-sixth time, she heard the sound of the door unlocking from the living room, guessing Fushimi Roku was back.

Minamoto Tamako quickly washed her face, wearing her Lion King pajamas, stormed out of the room, just in time to bump into Fushimi Roku returning home.

The guy was disheveled, eyes red, smelling heavily of alcohol, looking far from someone who had been working on official business, more like a drunken mess just returning home from revelry.

Minamoto Tamako wasn't too angry initially, but seeing Fushimi Roku's messy hair ignited a fire deep within her, rising quickly, as she stood with hands on her hips, performing her natural role:

"Where were you last night?"

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"Why are you just getting back now?"

As she spoke, Minamoto Tamako got carried away, accidentally blurting out a heartfelt truth, "Do you know how worried I was about you!"

No, wait!

Sister Yalan said expressing concern is a big no-no!

Minamoto Tamako hurriedly covered her small mouth with both hands, mumbling, "I mean, do you know how angry I am..."

Fushimi Roku neither explained nor retorted. He flopped onto the sofa, his head leaning to one side, arm resting on his stomach, with a look of someone on the brink of death, pitifully saying:

"Last night Watanabe and Kazama insisted I go drinking... I told them I'm done drinking, yet they dragged me along... At the time, I felt like I was about to die, figured I owed it to my friends to leave them with some fond memories? Also, to create some beautiful memories for myself, so when I face my life's end, there'd be less regret in my heart..."

Upon hearing this, Minamoto Tamako softened.

She pouted, sat next to Fushimi Roku, lowered her head, fiddled with her fingers, and mumbled, "Next time... just let me know, okay... after all, I'm your... you know what."

"Your what?" Fushimi Roku asked knowingly.

"You know..." Minamoto Tamako buried her head even lower, wishing she could hide her little face between her legs.

"What is it?" Fushimi Roku continued to feign ignorance.

Minamoto Tamako felt annoyed, couldn't help punching Fushimi Roku as she questioned, "You forgot what you said yesterday? Even recorded it! Where's the tape? Play it again!"

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Roku slapped his forehead, pretending to remember something, and pulled a cassette out of his trousers pocket, "Speaking of tape, do you remember the hypnosis tape Kazama lent me?"

"I remember, what about it?" Minamoto Tamako was clueless.

"Have you noticed any changes in me?"

Fushimi Roku spread his arms, showing himself to Minamoto Tamako.

Minamoto Tamako looked him over, honestly saying, "Dirtier, uglier, smellier, and there's a bit of sleep in your eyes..." Worried Mr. Fu Jian would feel fragile, as someone on the brink of death often overthought, she quickly stammered an additional, "But I still really, really, really... like... you."

Fushimi Roku felt this didn't make any sense; he sniffed his arm, it did seem to have a strange smell, likely because Watanabe Shun vomited on him last night.

"None of that matters," he waved it off, "Haven't you noticed, I haven't smoked these past two days?"

Minamoto Tamako gave a light 'huh', realizing it was true.

Previously, when Mr. Fu Jian smoked in his room, she turned a blind eye, pretending not to notice him coughing to cover the sound of the light. After all, Mr. Fu Jian was a person close to the end, he wasn't smoking in the living room, she couldn't bear to be overly strict.

"Is that hypnosis tape really that effective for quitting smoking?"

Minamoto Tamako thought it was amazing, maybe she could commission that psychologist to record some special hypnosis tapes in the future, like 'Love Minamoto Tamako for life', 'Obey every command of Minamoto Tamako', 'Be Minamoto Tamako's foolish assistant'... play it by Mr. Fu Jian's bedside every day until he's completely brainwashed and hypnotized.

Fushimi Roku had no idea what little thoughts were running through Minamoto Tamako's mind; he enthusiastically confirmed the efficacy of the hypnosis tape and suggested Minamoto Tamako try it too.

"Especially this deep sleep hypnosis tape!"

Fushimi Roku shook the cassette in his hand, speaking with a mysterious tone, "We can listen to it together before bed, it has a calming effect, very helpful for sleep."