Legally speaking, not forcibly detaining Jiang Jian Yue was reasonable.
It wasn’t because of the Jiang Family’s influence.
After all, she was still a minor.
The apartment was registered under the name of Kong Ke Company, and she was merely an “unaware” resident.
In reality, Jiang Jian Yue truly knew nothing.
The affairs of adults—what does any of that have to do with a high school girl like me!
Jiang Jian Yue followed the officer’s steps into the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
As soon as she stood still, she pulled out her phone and typed quickly, waving it in front of the nearby officer’s face.
“Do you have the legendary pork cutlet rice here? The kind in interrogation rooms. I want to eat it!”
The officer glanced at the screen, finding this way of speaking via phone a little cute.
But after reading the message, an awkward smile flickered across his face.
“Ahem, that’s something made up in J-dramas. Enticing confessions is a violation—there’s no such thing in reality.”
“Then I want a pineapple bun.”
So the young lady came to the police department to order food, huh.
More than ten minutes later, Jiang Jian Yue was almost swallowed by the soft sofa in the Psychological Counseling Room.
She stuffed the last bite of pineapple bun into her mouth, cheeks bulging as she chewed slowly.
Her gaze wandered aimlessly over the stress-relief toys on the table—it really looked like they were treating her like a child, sending her here to “play.”
Dong dong——
A knock broke the silence in the room.
A stern-faced, crew-cut man entered, holding a tablet.
“Hello, Miss Jiang Jian.”
He sat on the swivel chair opposite her, deliberately easing his tone as he introduced himself.
“I’m Ohtani Akihiko, an officer from the Life Safety Division. Don’t be nervous, this is just a casual chat.”
Jiang Jian Yue nodded, feeling puzzled: I’m already slumped into the sofa, how exactly am I supposed to be nervous?
“What is your relationship with Yuki Asahi?”
Jiang Jian Yue pursed her lips, thinking for a moment before hesitantly speaking.
“Friends.”
“You were attacked on the subway this afternoon, right? …Ah, this is an informal conversation. You can choose not to answer.”
Chief Ohtani quickly added gently, as if worried she might misunderstand.
“Mm.”
She replied softly.
“Um, can you tell me how you dealt with the assassin?”
Jiang Jian Yue shook her head.
You said I could choose not to answer, so what else is there to say.
“I see.”
Ohtani showed no sign of disappointment, switching topics as he turned the tablet toward her.
On the screen was a screenshot of her Blue Bird account commenting.
“May I ask why you posted such…nonsensical remarks on news related to His Majesty?”
JA: My penis is hard
3 likes, 25 replies.
Got flamed by the old Japanese users on Blue Bird.
Jiang Jian Yue’s body stiffened instantly.
She instinctively placed her hand on her chest, struggling to look as sincere as possible.
“I was practicing telling jokes.”
“I see.”
Ohtani nodded noncommittally, asked a few more harmless questions, and then left the Psychological Counseling Room.
What the heck, so it really was just a casual chat.
Once the door closed, Jiang Jian Yue kicked off her shoes and curled herself up entirely in the embrace of the sofa.
She completely melted into the sofa’s embrace.
Drowsiness flooded over her like a tide, and she fell asleep without realizing it.
When she opened her eyes again, a warm blanket covered her.
She looked up and saw an elegant woman in a Maid outfit sitting in the swivel chair behind the desk.
One elbow rested on the table, supporting her face as she dozed, glasses slipping slightly down her nose.
Akimoto Miki, the Head Maid of the Jiang Jian residence—some of the more private care in her memory, like bathing, had been handled by her.
It wasn’t until middle school that the empty-headed Jiang Jian Yue could bathe independently.
“Young lady, you’re awake.”
The slight sound of the sofa instantly woke Akimoto Miki from her light sleep.
She opened her eyes, straightened her glasses, and spoke in a gentle voice, still soft from just waking.
“It’s almost morning. Are you hungry? Shall I prepare breakfast for you?”
Jiang Jian Yue waved her hand to indicate no need, then glanced at the clock on the wall—it was already past five in the morning.
“Morita and the others…are they okay?”
Akimoto Miki shook her head.
“Young lady, please rest assured. They’re just going through investigative procedures.”
“This incident will ultimately be classified as ‘special security cooperation.'”
Jiang Jian Yue thought for a moment, then typed.
“What exactly does my family do? And what’s the relationship between the Dawn Resources Group and us?”
Akimoto Miki froze for a second, then couldn’t help but break into a mysterious smile.
“Young lady, you’ve reached the age to care about family business, huh.”
“The controller of Dawn Resources Group is the Master of the House.”
“In recent years, Dawn Resources Group has expanded rapidly in Africa, all thanks to the Master’s leadership. You can consider the group as the Jiang Family’s private asset.”
Akimoto Miki’s face blushed, and she pressed her hand to her ample chest.
“Just like me—I’m the Jiang Family’s private property too.”
Such a feudal notion!
Isn’t it already the twenty-first century, come on!
Jiang Jian Yue pulled her phone from the sofa gap and searched the internet for information on the Dawn Resources Group.
The first results were some international economic news.
“Resource giant signs Century Contract for cobalt mine in Congo (Kinshasa); Chinese consortium squeezed out.”
“African Dawn? The practice of monopolistic corporate-style soft control in Francophone Africa.”
“Three years since the establishment of the New Central African Economic Community—a new powerful competitor emerges at Africa’s poker table.”
“Japanese companies invited to participate in the construction of the African Hydrogen Energy Hub; Japan Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry denies existence of security risks.”
The more Jiang Jian Yue read, the more stunned she felt.
How could a Japanese person like Otosan do all this?
Isn’t this the real protagonist?
There definitely isn’t such a massive giant corporation as Dawn Resources Group in reality.
She opened the Dawn Resources Group’s official website, which was dominated by various news articles, much like the sites of domestic institutions.
[Dawnwright Resources Group (DRG) is committed to building a sustainable and independent future for the Third World. Who are we? (bold) DRG is an international resource development and infrastructure construction group rooted in Third World countries.]
[We possess a strategic business network in the Central African Francophone Zone, East Africa, South Asia, and South America (each region marked in orange), dedicated to unlocking growth potential in Third World nations through responsible (bold) investment and advancing the United Nations Sustainable Development Goals.]
After a brief introduction, a map of company operations appeared.
More than a dozen Central African countries were colored orange with the company logo, forming a large expanse.
Other continents looked a bit sparser, but at least there was some presence.
Below were introductions to core sectors, but Jiang Jian Yue couldn’t understand them—nor did a high school girl care to.
In the news section, there were reports of deep cooperation between DRG and many major Japanese companies.
At a glance, they were all famous Japanese enterprises.
In the current economic downturn, enabling domestic companies to develop new business—it’s no wonder they had the confidence to decisively mobilize military resources.
“Those weapons were smuggled in by the Master of the House after the Ikebukuro incident, worried for your safety… No one expected they’d be used so soon.”
“Otosan… 🥺”
Suddenly, the sound of an argument erupted outside the door.