Chapter 105: Rena-chan Is Coming

Kitahara wasn’t familiar with these so-called wealthy family deeds.

However, Hayami Rina and Matsuda Yumi seemed to know quite a lot.

Sure enough, women naturally possessed a heart for gossip.

Amid their chattering discussions, Kitahara gradually pieced together some information regarding these prominent families.

As it turned out, whether it was the Chida family or the Fujiwara family, both originated from Hokkaido.

Especially the Fujiwara family—the story of this family was filled with legendary colors.

It was said that back in the day, the patriarch of the Fujiwara family was quite an extraordinary figure named Fujiwara Hideaki, who initially started his rise relied purely on the fishing business.

Through continuous hard work and accumulation, relying strictly on his own luck and boldness, he developed and grew step by step, ultimately succeeding in reaching the top to become the fishing tycoon of all Japan.

Afterward, he turned his sights toward other fields.

First stepping into numerous physical industries like shipbuilding, he then boldly ventured into banking, using that as an opportunity to establish the massive Fujiwara Zaibatsu.

At this point, the Fujiwara family leaped into becoming a famous and powerful family in Japan, holding an influence that could not be underestimated.

And the matriarch of the Chida family was said to be one of Fujiwara Hideaki’s women. This person particularly loved farming and was endlessly obsessed with land, becoming a land tycoon with Fujiwara Hideaki’s help.

Because this woman wanted to pass down her own family line, among the children she bore for Fujiwara Hideaki, she selected one to take her own surname.

Hayami Rina believed that the young lady next door was precisely the granddaughter of the Chida family matriarch.

She had even calculated the age, and it matched up.

"That’s not right, Rina-sister. If you put it that way, this young lady’s family background is indeed prominent enough—she’s the jewel in the palm of the Chida family herself, and her grandfather is the patriarch of the Fujiwara Zaibatsu. Wouldn’t living here be a bit beneath her? Shouldn’t she be living in a true luxury mansion?"

Kitahara asked in confusion.

Hayami Rina shook her head, indicating she couldn’t guess either:

"Perhaps she prefers to keep a low profile? Besides, the houses here aren’t bad either, are they?"

"Senpai, I’ve heard that the Fujiwara Zaibatsu patriarch has numerous children, and his grandsons and granddaughters are countless. This young lady carries a different surname, so she might not necessarily receive the Fujiwara patriarch’s favor—we have to consider factors like this."

Matsuda Yumi chimed in.

Kitahara was surprised upon hearing this:

"Numerous children? Just how many?"

"At least a few hundred, surely? Rumor has it that Patriarch Fujiwara has extraordinary physical stamina, lived a romantic and passionate life, and possessed women numbering over three digits. As for children, there are naturally even more. Regarding the exact count, I heard their family registered them in a book—perhaps only their own people would know clearly!"

"Holy cow! Patriarch Fujiwara is truly a role model for our generation!"

...

Speaking honestly, Kitahara Chiki merely treated these wealthy family matters as listening to stories. They were very distant, had nothing to do with him, and he didn’t care.

Matriarch Chida or Patriarch Fujiwara—Kitahara didn’t think they were all that awesome. As long as they didn’t come to mess with him, it was fine.

He had the System, so he feared no one.

If anyone dared to pick a fight with him, regardless of their status, he’d beat them up all the same!

Dinner time passed in such a harmonious atmosphere.

When late night arrived and Aya-chan fell asleep, Kitahara continued to invite Hayami Rina and Matsuda Yumi to play poker.

Everyone played Fight the Landlord (Dou Dizhu), a way of playing that Kitahara had taught the two of them.

Before this, Hayami Rina and Matsuda Yumi knew nothing about this gameplay.

As a highly popular card game, Fight the Landlord was very fun. Its core rule, simply put, was two people joining forces to fight against one person.

However, the actual operation was no easy task—it required participants to fully unleash their intelligence and courage.

In the card game, every single move played could affect the direction of the entire situation. Players not only had to quickly analyze the hand compositions held by opponents, but also cleverly apply strategies to confuse the other side.

At the same time, one had to maintain composure at all times without being disturbed by external factors, devoting oneself completely to this intense intellectual contest.

Moreover, being immersed in such a tense and thrilling atmosphere for a long time was a huge drain on both mental strength and physical stamina.

Yet even so, everyone still enjoyed it without getting tired, indulging fully in the fun brought by the game.

Without realizing it, the night grew late and everyone grew weary, whereupon they fell into a deep sleep to rest their minds and bodies.

Tokyo was a city that never slept.

Even late into the night, lights still shone brightly everywhere. Brilliant lights and flickering neons decorated the entire city into a dreamlike realm.

Traffic flowed incessantly on the streets, with car horns, engine roars, and chatter interweaving into a unique urban symphony.

Taxi drivers busily shuttled through the streets and alleys, picking up and dropping off batch after batch of late-returning passengers.

Young people gathered in groups of three to five, laughing and chatting, enjoying the freedom and joy brought by the night to their heart’s content.

Street food stalls gave off enticing aromas as stall owners skillfully flipped ingredients in their hands, serving delicious late-night snacks to hungry diners.

In many places, it was still incomparably noisy.

Yet the single-family house (Ikkodate) area was a rare place of tranquility.

Moonlight poured down, the night gently embracing this place as all things sank into this serenity.

Everyone slept very sweet and sound...

...

Early the next morning, Matsuda Yumi went to work, and Aya-chan went to school.

Kitahara Chiki had nothing going on today, so he stayed home writing. Hayami Rina went about her own business without disturbing him.

During lunch, she informed Kitahara of good news: her younger sister, Hayami Rena, would be coming over in the afternoon.

Kitahara was overjoyed upon hearing this.

"Rina-nee, Rena-chan isn’t familiar with the place—shouldn’t we go pick her up? What time does she arrive? Does she have a lot of luggage, and will it be convenient? Or else let’s just drive straight to her house to pick her up! Kanagawa Prefecture isn’t far anyway."

Kitahara’s heart was filled with concern.

He was a kind-hearted person, which made him worry constantly about Rena-chan, whom he had never even met, as if she had already become his own close family member.

Thinking of how a fragile girl like Rena-chan embarked on a journey all by herself—if she ran into any sudden emergency, how would she handle it?

How helpless would she feel?

Besides, Tokyo was far too big.

For someone who had never been here before, facing intersecting streets, bustling crowds, and a complex transportation system, it was very easy to get confused and lost.

Kitahara knew this well, so he was particularly worried that Rena-chan would feel scared due to being unfamiliar with the environment.

"No need, Kitahara-kun, you’re worrying too much! My sister isn’t a child anymore, she can take the train herself. At most, I’ll estimate the time and go to the station to pick her up! Kitahara-kun doesn’t need to worry so much."

Hayami Rina said with a smile upon hearing him.

She felt Kitahara-kun was truly being overly attentive toward her sister.

However, this was a good thing, which made her very happy.

"Really no need? Is it really fine? No need for me to tag along to pick her up?"

Kitahara was still feeling a little uneasy.