Zongman: Becoming Prime Minister in the Conan Universe

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On the other side, Fujiwara Tōru stood face-to-face with the man who was, at least nominally, his biological father.
For this so-called father, Fujiwara Tōru harbored far more resentment than affection.

This wasn’t solely because he was a transmigrator; it was also due to the hardships of his early life, all of which were tied to this man.
Especially the mother of this life, who had raised him with care but passed away prematurely from overwork and the harshness of their living conditions.
Fujiwara Yoshitaka opened his mouth hesitantly. The chairman of Japan's National Security Commission, usually composed and authoritative, now seemed unusually nervous. After fumbling for words, he finally asked, “Are you getting used to living in the new house?”

Fujiwara Tōru replied calmly, “Yes, I’m adjusting.”
Seeing that Tōru was willing to speak with him, Yoshitaka was pleasantly surprised and quickly added, “If there’s anything else you need at home, just let me ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) know.”
Tōru shook his head. “If I need anything, I can get it on my own.”

Yoshitaka was left speechless.
Sometimes, having an exceptionally talented son could be troublesome.
If Tōru were just an ordinary person, Yoshitaka could have relied on the Fujiwara family’s wealth and influence to gradually win him over. He was confident that few people could resist such an unexpected windfall of fortune.

But Tōru was far from ordinary. As he had said, if he needed something, he truly could obtain it by himself.
Moreover, even in America, Tōru had already carved out a prominent position. The Fujiwara family held significant power in Japan, but in America, their influence might not match Tōru’s.
Thanks to his adoptive father’s connections, Tōru could converse directly with the current President of the United States and maintained close ties with the next presidential candidate, MAGA.

Yoshitaka knew he couldn’t rush things. He had to proceed step by step. Speaking like a concerned father, he murmured, “I know I wronged you and your mother. I don’t expect your forgiveness, but the old man—your grandfather—is aging, and he’s been wanting to see you. Could you find some time to visit the Fujiwara main house?”
As someone from Tianchao (China), respecting the elderly was a virtue instilled in Tōru. Hearing Yoshitaka’s request, he nodded. “Alright, I’ll find some time to visit the elder.”
“That’s good, that’s good,” Yoshitaka said, visibly relieved. “I won’t disturb you any longer. If you need anything, feel free to call me.”

Yoshitaka understood the principle of moderation. Tōru agreeing to visit the family patriarch was already more than he had hoped for. For now, this was enough.
As for the matter of the fiancée, he didn’t bring it up with Tōru. He had met the girl from the Shidou family, and her appearance was flawless. Whether Tōru liked her or not didn’t matter—it was just a formality.
If Tōru didn’t like her, he could simply ignore her and seek companionship elsewhere. Yoshitaka was well aware of Tōru’s complicated private life in the past, and he didn’t care about such matters.
Among these wealthy elites and high-ranking officials, how many were moral exemplars? Finding one or two decent individuals was already a rarity.

After parting ways with Tōru, Yoshitaka walked over to his wife.
Unlike his earlier deferential demeanor with Tōru, Yoshitaka confronted his wife directly, his tone sharp. “You’ve been crying?”
His voice carried traces of dissatisfaction. As his wife, how could she cry in public? It was an embarrassment to the Fujiwara name.

Yukinoshita Hina quickly intervened on behalf of her aunt. “Uncle, I was just talking to Aunt about family matters. She hasn’t been home in a long time and misses it.”
Yoshitaka glanced at Yukinoshita Hina, his expression softening slightly.
He knew full well that what Hina said was nonsense. His wife had long severed ties with the Yukinoshita family and had always had a strained relationship with her sister.

However, he genuinely liked Hina. This young woman was tactful and adept at navigating social situations. Her ability to defuse the situation for her aunt was commendable.
He didn’t want to lose his temper in front of others, so he simply nodded. “Let’s go. I’ve finished speaking with Tōru. We’ll head back—I still have work to do.”
Mrs. Fujiwara hurriedly responded, “Yes.” She shot Hina a grateful look before following her husband.

After seeing off her aunt and uncle, Yukinoshita Hina returned backstage to where Tōru was. Smiling, she said, “That Mrs. Fujiwara is my aunt. I never expected that you and I would actually be related.”
Tōru hadn’t anticipated that his nominal stepmother would be from the Yukinoshita family. He nodded. “Indeed, I didn’t expect it either. But my relationship with the Fujiwara family isn’t particularly good.”
Hina didn’t want to dwell on the topic. Her uncle had never been married before, yet Tōru existed as his son, which likely meant Tōru was born out of wedlock or under similar circumstances.

Such identities were sensitive, and Hina didn’t want to tread on thin ice.
Instead, she adopted the warm demeanor of an older sister, speaking familiarly. “Are you done with everything? Fujiwara-kun, if you’re free, let’s go write our club application forms together!”
“Since we’re technically relatives, I’ll take care of you in the club.”

With that, Hina grabbed Tōru’s arm and began pulling him along.
She knew exactly how to quickly bridge the gap between them. As a woman, she had a natural advantage. By slightly crossing the boundaries of male-female interactions, intimacy could blossom almost instantly.
Tōru paid no mind to the subtle shift in Hina’s address, from “classmate” to “-kun.”

Hina’s attitude toward him had clearly changed. Previously, she had always maintained a respectful distance, keeping their interactions professional and formal.
But now, she had abandoned that boundary, acting as though they were old acquaintances.
‘So she sees me as prey? It’s probably related to my nominal stepmother.’

‘However, Miss Hina, while staking yourself in the game may allow you to gain half a move over fate, it could also lead to ruin. Who is the hunter and who is the prey remains to be seen.’
Allowing Hina to pull him along, Tōru chuckled. “Then, Yukinoshita-senpai, please take good care of me in the club.”