My Little Ai Is Super Serious

"Hello, Guchuan Yuan speaking."

"Keep your son in line."

Guchuan Yuan was a little surprised and gestured with his eyes to the man beside him. The secretary placed the documents on the table, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"What do you mean?" Guchuan Yuan asked.

"Because of your idiotic son, The Organization lost an peripheral member."

"Just a peripheral member," Guchuan Yuan leaned back in his chair, toying with an exquisite fountain pen in his other hand.

"Aren't your Organization's peripheral members just expendable? Would losing a few really make you, Gin, feel any pain?"

"He also made The Organization lose a stronghold."

Gin's chilling voice carried through the phone to Guchuan Yuan's ear. Guchuan Yuan was stunned; he hadn't expected Guchuan Ning to be so reckless.

"It's normal for kids to be a little mischievous," Guchuan Yuan said, his expression unchanged.

"But don't worry, I'll find him something to do so he won't cause any more trouble for The Organization."

"I hope so."

"Beep, beep, beep~"

"Whose call is that?" Yusaku Kudo was writing furiously.

"Our son's," Yukiko Kudo said.

"Hang up, I don't want to hear his voice right now," Yusaku Kudo's tone was irritable.

That thoughtless son had actually leaked the news of his return to Japan to those book fans. Now those fans were hounding him for updates, even on the plane. It was infuriating.

"Alright."

"Beep, beep, beep~"

"Uh, it didn't go through."

At the Guchuan residence, Conan looked anxiously at Guchuan.

"Try calling again."

"Okay."

Conan must have tried calling a dozen times, but he still couldn't get through.

"Seriously, in such an important situation, I can't get through to them. How unreliable!" Conan wanted to curse.

Am I really their son? They seem even less reliable than Guchuan.

"Let's go to the Police Station," Conan suggested.

"No," Guchuan shook his head.

"The police have already moved the body. The fact that he was silenced by criminals already proves he was a member of The Organization."

"If he was a member of The Organization, aren't we exposed then?" Conan was a little agitated.

"We're not exposed. The Organization didn't even contact Kameida; they went straight for the kill," Guchuan patted Conan's head, reassuring him not to worry.

"But we were the ones who tied... apprehended Kameida. The Organization might trace it back to us," Conan said.

"We have a detective to clean up crime scenes. What is there to worry about?" Guchuan said confidently.

"But..."

"No more 'buts.' Don't worry about it. I'm not going to talk to you anymore; I have to go to work," Guchuan said.

"Work?" Conan looked up, puzzled.

They've known each other for so long, when did Guchuan get a job?

What kind of company would confidently hire an employee like Guchuan?

"What's with that expression? As a Harvard University graduate, I received many invitations from large companies as soon as I returned to Japan."

Guchuan straightened his suit and nodded.

Mmm, very handsome.

"Little Ai, come on, let's go to work with me."

Kicking the annoying Conan away, Guchuan took Little Ai's hand, ready to leave.

"Why do I have to go to work with you?" Little Ai dragged her feet, unwilling to go out.

"I don't feel comfortable leaving you at home alone," Guchuan said, looking like an old father.

"Heh, you never thought of me when you were out messing around with Conan before," Little Ai looked at Guchuan expressionlessly.

He doesn't think of me when he goes out with Conan, but now that he has no one to accompany him to work, he wants me to go along.

Guchuan's expression remained unchanged, "Because I was worried about you the last two times I went out, so this time, no matter what, I have to take you with me."

"Heh, you're lying through your teeth."

Little Ai shot Guchuan a look. Only an idiot would believe that rubbish.

"You're not jealous, are you?" Guchuan looked at Little Ai meaningfully.

"What!?"

Little Ai's fists clenched. There he goes again, acting like he's figured everything out. It's really infuriating.

What was she jealous of? And who would she be jealous of?

"Little Ai, even though Conan and I have gone out a few times, my heart is always yours."

"Gross!" Little Ai looked at Guchuan with disgust.

"Embarrassed because I hit the nail on the head, huh?" Guchuan said, self-satisfied.

Little Ai took a deep breath, telling herself not to get angry with this guy. Otherwise, he'd definitely say she was 'angry out of embarrassment' and further reinforce his mistaken idea that she was jealous.

Don't get angry, stay calm.

"Now that I've hit the nail on the head, you can't face me, you're not saying anything..."

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"

Little Ai threw herself at Guchuan, completely abandoning her usual demeanor. You stinky guy, I'm going to kill you!

At this moment, her image as a calm, understanding female scientist could go out the window. She just wanted to be an elementary school student and beat Guchuan to a pulp!

"Alright, alright."

Amidst their bickering, Guchuan led Little Ai out of the house.

Little Ai glared at Guchuan with an indignant expression and pulled out a magazine.

"It's not impossible for me to go to work with you, but you have to agree to one condition. I want a bag like this one." Little Ai pointed to a bag in the magazine as she spoke to Guchuan.

No woman dislikes bags, not even Shiho Miyano.

Guchuan looked at the bag, which resembled something from a street stall, and couldn't understand why it would be so expensive.

"Little Ai, for a girl your age, the only one who'll give you a bag is a mosquito." Guchuan tried to pat Little Ai's head, but she turned away, dodging his hand.

"You're so annoying!"

"How about I give you a hug instead?"

"No thanks." Little Ai rolled her eyes at Guchuan.

"What are you doing! Ow~"

Guchuan didn't like taking other people's opinions into consideration and simply picked Little Ai up. Little Ai angrily pounded Guchuan's shoulders, her face flushed with vexation.

"Can't you respect my opinion?!"

"I've always respected other people's opinions." Guchuan smiled happily.

"But Little Ai, you're too much of a tsundere. You clearly want something, but you say you don't. So, of course, I have to do the opposite of what you say."

Little Ai was fuming.

"I am not a tsundere."

"Mhm, mhm." Guchuan's perfunctory agreement lacked any sincerity.

"I'm talking to you seriously!" Little Ai tugged on Guchuan's ear.

"I know, my Little Ai is super serious right now."

I'm not a child!

Little Ai wanted to get angry, but it didn't feel as intense as she expected.

"Put on your helmet and follow me." Guchuan placed the helmet on Little Ai's head, carefully fastening it for her. Looking at the adorable Little Ai, Guchuan reached out and tapped her helmet twice.

Sure enough, it earned him another eye-roll from Little Ai, and he started the motorcycle, thoroughly satisfied.

"By the way, why did you suddenly decide to go to work?"

"Someone insisted I go. If I don't, they'll cut off my allowance." Guchuan frowned.

He had a feeling someone had tattled on him.