Chapter 8: Not Falling Victim to a Lolita's Night Attack
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“Mr. Shoichi, you’re back.”
“Hm, is dinner ready?”
“It’s all prepared.”
Dinner was arranged by Miss Yuko, and Shoichi sat down, ready to enjoy the meal.
Ai was also called downstairs by Miss Yuko.
At this moment, Ai didn’t even know in what capacity she was sitting here.
Was this considered adoption?
“Sign this contract,” Shoichi handed Ai a document.
Ai’s eyes twitched as she looked at it.
The contract wasn’t an adoption agreement.
It stipulated that Party A would cover Party B’s expenses for food, clothing, housing, transportation, and education, amounting to two million yen per month, which Party B would have to repay once financially capable.
The interest rate was standard.
Ai didn’t think two million yen was expensive; Shoichi seemed wealthy enough that she might be getting off easy.
But she didn’t want to…
“It’s fine if you don’t sign. The contract is already in effect,” Shoichi said casually.
“Huh?”
Is this the power of a financial conglomerate? A contract that doesn’t even require her signature?
Ai was puzzled.
Why would the heir of this conglomerate collude with an organization like that and adopt a little girl who had nothing to do with him?
Could it be because he was both evil and kind?
Shoichi swallowed his food and said, “I’ve already arranged your transfer. Don’t go back to your old school; I don’t want you to be reminded of your parents and feel unhappy.
From now on, you’ll attend Teitan High School.”
Ai listened silently to Shoichi’s arrangements.
He was considerate, understanding how to care for a young girl’s feelings.
Suddenly, she raised an eyebrow. “Teitan High?”
“What’s wrong?” Shoichi asked, surprised. “That school is quite good, and it’s close to my house. You don’t need to go back to Ekoda High.”
“Oh.”
Ai nodded.
So “Ai Haibara” was a genius after all.
A child who skipped grades to high school at this age was useful to a conglomerate family. No wonder he adopted her.
When I grow up, Shoichi will surely make me work like a servant in his household.
Indeed, these people never show kindness without reason.
Those nurtured from childhood are clearly more trusted.
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In just one day, this guy had thoroughly investigated Ai Haibara’s background and arranged her school transfer.
Is this the speed of a conglomerate?
The heir seemed very busy; even during meals, he received calls.
“Hello, Gin. What’s up?”
Ai’s ears perked up.
Though Shoichi lowered his voice, he didn’t bother to hide the call.
Talking openly with the organization, as if brazenly unafraid that others might know he was involved with a sinister group.
Ai ate calmly but listened carefully to the conversation between Shoichi and Gin.
“I dumped Akemi Miyano’s body in the ocean.”
Hearing news about her sister, Ai nearly bit her chopsticks in half.
She forced herself to suppress the grief, keeping her expression neutral.
Shoichi showed clear impatience. “Why does it matter to me if you can’t find the body? Maybe the fish ate it, or you just didn’t search carefully enough. He shot her three times; she’s definitely dead.”
“Annoying. Don’t bother me with such trivial matters. I’m busy every day.”
“Where to shoot? The head, right? Do you even have to ask? Do I need you to teach me how to kill?”
“Also, don’t bother me with this crap again. Having a stain on me would be a big problem.”
Shoichi hung up and continued eating.
Ai’s expression was icy. Her sister was killed by this very man.
“You’re still growing; eat more meat,” Shoichi said, placing a piece of beef on Ai’s plate and affectionately patting her head.
Ai forced a fake smile.
Endure!
Although he was her sister’s murderer, she was powerless to take revenge and could only endure silently.
He would let his guard down eventually. I will avenge my sister.
Shoichi continued stroking Ai’s head, now without worry that his little girl might sneak away in the night.
“Get to bed early tonight; I’ll take you to school tomorrow,” he said.
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Midnight.
The lights in Shoichi’s room were off.
Ai tiptoed out of her bedroom, hiding a fruit knife in her sleeve—the very one Shoichi had mocked her for using to cut baby food.
She couldn’t bear living under the same roof as her enemy.
Softly, she opened Shoichi’s bedroom door, relieved he didn’t lock it at night.
On tiptoe, she approached his bed.
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Ai glanced at Shoichi, preparing to strike.
Sister, after I avenge you, I’ll come find you!
“Ai?”
Hearing Shoichi’s voice, Ai panicked and hurriedly put away the fruit knife, nearly tripping over herself.
A large hand pulled her onto the bed.
“Afraid to sleep alone?”
After pulling Ai under the covers, Shoichi patted her back and fell silent.
Ai didn’t dare breathe loudly.
She glanced at Shoichi, certain he hadn’t opened his eyes the entire time.
A flush of shame crept over her face.
How humiliating—to be so easily scared by just one word. How could she avenge her sister like this?
Gathering her courage again, Ai took out the fruit knife and looked Shoichi straight in the eye.
Shoichi’s gaze faltered, his body went limp.
Ai spoke softly, “Thank you for taking me in. This fruit knife is a gift for you. When you accepted my knife that night, I thought you liked it.”
“Thanks,” Shoichi said, taking the fruit knife from her hand.
A knife gifted twice—what a stingy kid.
Ai said nothing, acting very obedient.
She felt utterly pathetic.
She had intended to assassinate Shoichi but ended up just giving him a present.
If she had been a bit more decisive, she’d already be in jail!
Shoichi ruffled Ai’s hair and said, “Go to sleep.”
“I…” I want to go back and sleep alone.
“Have you ever read ‘Romance of the Three Kingdoms’?” Shoichi suddenly asked.
“No… no,” Ai stammered.
Shoichi looked at her suspiciously. “Really? You gave me a knife and reminded me of the scene where Cao Cao offers a dagger to Dong Zhuo. Maybe I’m overthinking.”
Ai obediently curled up under the covers.
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
What’s “Romance of the Three Kingdoms”? Who are Cao Cao and Dong Zhuo? Never heard of them.
Sleep, sleep.