Invincible Me Only Wants to Slack Off

The smile on the Bald Man's face bloomed like a chrysanthemum in full flower as he boomed, "Right away! Mr. Chen Tian! This way, please—I'll handle the paperwork immediately!"

The contract was spread out on the table.

"Sign here." Chen Tian tapped the buyer's signature line and handed the pen to Kitagawa.

Kitagawa took the pen, her fingertips trembling slightly.

As she looked at the contract, knowing her name was about to be bound to that dream sports car, she sniffled, and a faint sheen of moisture actually welled up in the corners of her eyes.

She blinked hard, suppressing the surge of bittersweet emotion, and quickly scrawled her name—Kitagawa Marin.

"All done!" the bald salesman beamed as he collected the contract.

With all the formalities settled, Chen Tian pulled out the infinite black card emblazoned with a strange swirling pattern and swiped it casually.

The dealership would handle delivering a brand-new model of the same car; the test-drive vehicle naturally couldn't be handed over as a new one.

On the way home, Kitagawa was unusually quiet, nothing like her chattering self on the trip there.

She just clung tightly to Chen Tian's arm, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, letting out a silly giggle now and then.

Chen Tian ruffled her head. "Come back to earth."

"Mm..." She nuzzled against him, her voice muffled and thick with emotion. "Tian Jun..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." She shook her head, burying her face deeper.

But inside, her heart was bubbling like a pot on the boil: Tonight... tonight I have to reward my Boyfriend properly!

The door swung open, and the familiar air washed over them. Kitagawa kicked off her shoes and padded barefoot across the floor, still feeling a little lightheaded.

"I really... have a car?" She turned around, looking up at Chen Tian as he changed his shoes, her big eyes shimmering with disbelief.

Chen Tian had bought her plenty of things before—bags, jewelry, cosplay costumes, limited-edition game consoles...

But a sports car? The impact was on a whole different level.

"Isn't your name on the contract?" Chen Tian slipped into his slippers, watching her still lost in a daze, and deliberately teased her. "Want me to call the dealership and say we signed it wrong?"

"No way!" Kitagawa lunged at him instantly, like a kitten guarding its food, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. "Mine! My Little Red!"

Chen Tian chuckled lowly, pulling her into an embrace. "Then get used to it, future Kitagawa car owner."

He dipped his head, rubbing his chin against her soft hair. "Give it a name? Calling it Little Red the whole time feels like you're naming a puppy or a kitten."

"Mm!" She nodded vigorously in his arms, tilting her face up with a smile blooming like a rose, the moisture at the corners of her eyes turning into sparkling light. "A name... let me think! I'll come up with the best one!"

She rose on her tiptoes, pecked him quickly on the lips, then darted off like a cat that had stolen a treat, her cheeks flushed. "I'm going to look up how to get my driver's license the fastest!"

Chen Tian watched her bouncing away, shook his head with a fond smile, and turned into the kitchen.

He had just tied on an apron printed with cartoon patterns and was about to start prepping ingredients when a small head poked in from the doorway.

"Boyfriend! Boyfriend!" Kitagawa's voice carried a mix of excitement and shyness.

Chen Tian paused, his hand on the knife, and turned his head. "Hm? What's up? Done checking the license guide?"

Kitagawa slipped in like a nimble little fish, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and rubbed her cheek against his apron-covered back. "Hehe, not yet. But, um... can I ask you something?"

Chen Tian raised an eyebrow slightly, signaling her to go on.

"Tomorrow... can you pick someone up for me?" Her voice had a pleading, coaxing edge.

"Pick someone up? Who?" Chen Tian turned around, looking down at her.

"It's my distant cousin," Kitagawa said, tilting her face up with a slightly troubled expression. "She just got back to the country, and her flight lands here tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh?" Chen Tian nodded in understanding. "Sure. You don't have time tomorrow morning?"

Kitagawa immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping her shoulders. "Don't even mention it! Tomorrow morning, I've still got that 'Demon Professor's' class... He's super strict with roll call—no way to skip!" She shuddered at the thought of the professor's cold gaze.

Chen Tian nodded knowingly; he'd heard of that professor's reputation too. "Alright, then send me a photo of the person you're picking up, and let her know in advance so she doesn't get startled."

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!" Kitagawa nodded repeatedly, a big smile spreading across her face. "Boyfriend's the best!" With that, she turned to dart out again like a gust of wind.

"Wait," Chen Tian called out quickly, his hands still damp with water droplets. "You haven't told me your cousin's name yet."

Kitagawa skidded to a halt, turned around, and smacked her forehead in mild annoyance. "Ah! Right, right! Look at my memory! Forgot the most important thing!"

She stuck out her pink tongue, shaking her head sheepishly. "Her name's Tohsaka Rin! She just got back from an exchange program at the 'Clock Tower' in Britain!"

"Tohsaka Rin?" Chen Tian filed the name away. "Got it. Go on."

"Mm!" Completely reassured, Kitagawa chirped happily and bounded out of the kitchen like a frolicking fawn, leaving Chen Tian alone at the counter.

He watched the lively figure vanish through the doorway, shook his head with a mix of exasperation and affection, and picked up the knife again to continue prepping the ingredients.

The blade sliced twice into a carrot, the clean cuts not yet fully formed—but the knife suddenly stopped.

Chen Tian kept his chopping stance, but his brow furrowed involuntarily into a deep crease.

"Tohsaka Rin...?" He murmured the name under his breath. "Fate????"

Chapter 30: My Brother-in-Law Is a Powerfully Insane Madman

At Tokyo International Airport, the international arrivals exit was bustling with crowds.

One girl stood out especially—twin-tailed, her sleek black hair catching the light with a faint sheen.

She wore a well-tailored red turtleneck sweater, paired with a plaid miniskirt and sheer black stockings that hinted at the skin beneath, all under a khaki trench coat that accentuated her slender yet upright figure.

It was Tohsaka Rin, just arrived from London.

With one hand pulling a small black suitcase and the other swiping at her phone screen, she frowned slightly and muttered under her breath, "Sister Marin is really something... I said I didn't need anyone to pick me up. I could just take a cab myself."

She stared at the last confirmation message Kitagawa had sent her, "And she had to send her boyfriend... what a hassle."

Rin put away her phone and lifted her gaze to scan the crowd waiting at arrivals.

Her eyes swept over faces full of anticipation or exhaustion, trying to spot the "brother-in-law" that matched Kitagawa's description of "super handsome! The kind you fall for at first sight!"

Naturally, it was futile. Her slender fingers lit up the screen again, and she helplessly reread the message, her fingertip lingering on the words "super handsome" as she let out a soft sigh.

"Ah..." This description, so full of subjective judgment, was just like Sister Marin's style.

Her finger swiped, and the next image loaded—a photo Kitagawa had sent her of Chen Tian.

It was a candid shot, with stage lights blazing.

The man in the photo was slightly turned, holding a silver electric guitar, a few strands of white hair falling over his forehead. His eyes were focused and sharp, staring ahead as if piercing through the lens.

Sweat traced along his jawline, giving off a unique tension between wildness and calm.

Rin's gaze lingered on the photo for a few seconds, her icy blue eyes reflecting the screen's glow.

"...Tch," she let out an almost inaudible hum, but the tips of her ears warmed slightly, "...he really is..."

"Tohsaka Rin?"

A low, clear male voice came from behind her, cutting off her unfinished comment at just the right moment.

Tohsaka Rin's body tensed instantly. As she turned, she saw a tall figure in a black baseball cap, the brim pulled low, a medical mask covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of deep, ink-black eyes visible.

Those eyes... Rin's thoughts suddenly wandered for a moment.

Under the shadow of the cap brim, those eyes were watching her with a hint of amusement.

About 185 centimeters tall, she silently noted the number, then startled herself with that inexplicable thought, the tips of her ears growing even hotter.

"Sorry." The man's voice came through the mask, muffled but clearly carrying a smile.

His fingers hooked the edge of the mask and slowly pulled it down—Rin's pupils contracted slightly.

It was the person from the photo, but more... aggressive than his stage image.

Without the dazzling lights softening his features, Chen Tian's jawline looked especially sharp under the airport's cold lighting, yet the smile at the corner of his mouth was unexpectedly gentle.

"Sorry, this getup is a bit rude." He casually took off the baseball cap, and a few strands of his disheveled white hair rebelliously stuck up. "But if I didn't do this..."

Before he could finish, a sudden burst of screams came from a distance, and a few girls were pointing in their direction.

Chen Tian quickly put the cap back on his head, his movements practiced, as if he'd done it countless times.

Rin immediately understood, a flicker of comprehension passing through her icy blue eyes.

She gave a slight bow, her hair slipping over her shoulder. "Pardon me, Mr. Chen Tian."

When she straightened up, she found he had already naturally taken her suitcase, his long fingers resting on the handle.

"This way." Chen Tian gestured with his chin toward the VIP passage and started walking ahead.

Rin followed half a step behind and to the side, constantly observing Chen Tian's subtle movements.

'Isn't he being a bit too casual...' Tohsaka Rin thought as she watched Chen Tian pull her suitcase, but she couldn't glean anything from it.

Under the parking lot lights, a pure black Toyota Alphard sat silently.

Rin's gaze swept over the Gojo family crest on the driver's chest, its dark luster shimmering against the black suit.

The driver, around forty years old, stood as straight as a drawn blade, yet bent into a perfectly respectful arc when opening the car door.

"Get in." Chen Tian stepped aside to make room.

A faint scent of cedar drifted inside the car.

As Rin climbed into the back seat, the hem of her trench coat brushed against Chen Tian's knee. He smoothly took her coat as she removed it and hung it up, his movements as familiar as if rehearsed a thousand times.

The driver cast a glance in the rearview mirror, then quickly looked away.

"Is the temperature okay?" Chen Tian pressed the seat heater button. "Xiao Meng always complains I don't turn the heat up enough at home."

As he took off his mask, a few white hairs lifted, one stubbornly sticking up above his brow. Rin stared at that strand for two seconds, then suddenly realized she was counting his eyelashes.

The sound of the engine starting rescued her.

As the Alphard smoothly pulled out of the parking spot, Chen Tian handed her a thermos. "Honey yuzu tea."

The cup still held the warmth of his palm. "Xiao Meng specifically asked me to bring it. She said you never drink water on the plane."

Rin paused as she took the cup. Really, Sister Marin still treats me like a kid.

Outside the window, the airport terminal building receded into the distance.

Chen Tian unlocked his phone screen—the lock screen was a photo of Kitagawa making a funny face with foam rollers in her hair. "She'll be home by noon," he said, turning the phone toward Rin. "She said she'd make you oyakodon."

The steam from the thermos rose in the quiet car, filling the space with warmth.

Chen Tian finished speaking about the Oyakodon, then lightly tapped the edge of his phone with his fingertip, and the screen went dark.

He fell silent, leaning back into the spacious seat, his head tilting slightly toward the window. The faint warmth that had lingered at the corners of his mouth faded, and he settled into a quiet stillness, as if the man who had just warmly received someone, offered tea, and spoken so gently was not him at all.

The air inside the car instantly grew stagnant. The low hum of the engine and the hiss of the heater's airflow seemed amplified, filling the sudden void of silence.

Tohsaka Rin held the slightly warm cup in her hands. She wanted to say something to ease the mood—like, "Has Marin's cooking improved?" or "Thank you for the trouble"—but the words felt too forced on her tongue, and in the end, she just pressed her lips together tightly.

This silence carried an invisible pressure, making Rin feel a faint, inexplicable awkwardness. She lowered her gaze, staring at the wisps of white steam rising from the cup's rim.

A light yet distinct tapping sound broke the stillness. It was Chen Tian's bent index finger, knocking with measured force against the leather armrest of his seat.

Almost simultaneously, an extremely faint electronic beep came from the driver's seat. The soundproof partition behind the driver rose silently, its thick material perfectly sealing off the front and rear compartments, completely cutting off even the faint engine noise.

Rin's heart skipped a beat. She snapped her head up to look at Chen Tian, her ice-blue eyes filled with confusion and a hint of wariness. Why raise the partition? This sudden sense of isolation instinctively unsettled her.

Chen Tian's gaze remained fixed on the rapidly passing cityscape outside the window, his profile appearing cold and distant in the dim light. His voice was soft, yet it pierced through the last vestiges of warmth in the car like an Ice Cone, reaching Rin's ears with crystal clarity:

"Miss Tohsaka Rin," he paused, his eyes still on the window, "did you come to Tokyo to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

Tohsaka Rin's entire body stiffened like iron! An icy current shot up from her spine to the top of her head, her pupils contracting to pinpricks from shock and alertness.