That's how upper-class families in Japan are; similar to the "entering the wife's family" tradition in China, these men marry women from the Hatamoto family and change their surnames to Hatamoto to prevent assets from flowing out.
Including Kogoro Mouri's bald fan, Kitarou Hatamoto, who also changed his surname because he married Gozo Hatamoto's eldest daughter—Mariko.
The two young women, Akie and Natsue, are the daughters of Gozo Hatamoto's late eldest son, Jouichi Hatamoto.
Just then, Gozo Hatamoto's eldest daughter, Mariko Hatamoto, and second son, Jouji Hatamoto, heard the commotion and also walked out.
Jouji Hatamoto, wearing a white suit and possessing a rather burly figure, said to the bald man, Kitarou: "Don't mind him, Dad's just in a bad mood after eating my cooking, that's why he became like this. It's also my fault for having poor culinary skills and even making the Western food Dad hates the most."
Hearing this, Natsue walked over and gently comforted him: "Uncle, your cooking is great, everyone likes it."
Jouji Hatamoto smiled: "Natsue, stop comforting me."
Gozo Hatamoto's eldest daughter, a plump auntie wearing a kimono, Mariko Hatamoto, said to the bald man: "Honey, just endure it for a while longer. Anyway, Dad is old and won't live much longer. Once he's gone, the entire Hatamoto family fortune will be yours."
She didn't shy away from others at all and said it directly.
Akie, who was being held by the blond man, sneered and said: "Auntie, I'm afraid you're thinking too naively."
Mariko's face immediately changed drastically: "What do you mean by that? Do you know something?"
A hint of a smile appeared on Akie's face as she leaned close to Mariko's ear and whispered something.
Yuu Hoshimiya watched this scene and couldn't help but feel speechless; it was another melodramatic wealthy family feud, a fight for inheritance, and one where they completely tore off any pretense of civility.
Of course, more importantly, this destined event was exactly the same as in his memory.
In that case, he could start considering how to win over Natsue Hatamoto.
Seeing this scene, the bride-to-be, Natsue, shook her head, left the crowd again, and approached the deck. The sea breeze blew her black hair, revealing melancholic eyes that seemed to be glistening with tears.
Seeing this, Yuu promptly took two glasses of red wine, approached Natsue Hatamoto, and said: "As a bride-to-be who is getting married tomorrow, showing such a sad expression is really puzzling."
"Mr. Hoshimiya."
Natsue Hatamoto got along well with Ran and had learned a lot about Yuu from her.
"You recognize me. Hmm, let me guess, what are you worried about?" Yuu rested his chin on his hand, appearing to be in thought.
A look of curiosity appeared on Natsue Hatamoto's face; she wanted to see if Yuu was as magical and outstanding as Ran had said.
"Hmm, are you missing your parents who died in a car accident last year? Doesn't seem right. Is it because you're disgusted by the various struggles among the family members? That doesn't seem right either. Oh, is it because you feel that the groom you're marrying tomorrow isn't a good match?"
With every reason Yuu stated, the surprise on Natsue's face grew a little more. Another one, and the surprise deepened. By the end, her small mouth was slightly open, looking completely incredulous.
Yuu handed her a glass of red wine, a gentle smile appearing on his face.
"Cheers."
Natsue Hatamoto couldn't help but shake her head with a smile, took the red wine, and took a sip.
"It's astonishing, Mr. Hoshimiya. Is this the first time we've met? Just one glance, and you saw through what I was thinking."
Yuu smiled; under the setting sun, his whole face was very handsome.
He turned his head to look at Natsue, "I'm not that amazing. Perhaps our hearts are just connected, Miss Natsue!"
At this moment, Natsue Hatamoto's heartbeat quickened slightly, and her small face turned a little redder as she said: "Mr. Hoshimiya, you really have a way with words!"
Quietly, Yuu and Natsue Hatamoto's bodies moved closer, and the two began to chat and laugh in the sea breeze. Ran, Hitomi Kujo, and Conan were eating fruit salad at a table in the distance.
Hitomi Kujo clearly saw it but didn't care at all.
Seeing Yuu hook up with another woman, Conan's resentment as a single dog erupted, turning his grief and indignation into appetite as he ferociously attacked the fruit salad in front of him.
Only Ran saw Yuu and Natsue Hatamoto chatting happily, and her small face turned slightly cold.
Brother Yuu really is... flirting with girls again. That's a bride-to-be who is getting married tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Ran left her chair, walked to Yuu and Natsue Hatamoto, and actively joined the chat.
Ran took Yuu's arm and asked: "I just heard Mr. Kitarou speaking. Is Miss Natsue the bride who is getting married tomorrow?"
Natsue Hatamoto nodded and said: "Yes, with Grandpa's matchmaking, I'm finally getting married. My fiancé is Takeshi, who was just called away by Grandpa."
Looking at the talented and beautiful couple, Ran and Yuu, the little bit of thought that had just become active in Natsue Hatamoto's mind fell silent again.
Seeming not to want to discuss this topic, Natsue Hatamoto looked at the sky; the setting sun had quietly fallen below the sea level.
She said: "I'm a little hungry. Let's go, let's chat in the dining room."
Not long after Yuu and the other two arrived at the dining room, the others also trickled in.
The bald man Kitarou Hatamoto, the plump auntie Mariko Hatamoto, and their pockmarked son Ichiro Hatamoto sat at one table.
The backless dress woman Akie Hatamoto and the blond man Tatsuo Hatamoto sat at one table.
The second son, the burly Jouji Hatamoto, stood aside helping the butler Suzuki arrange the tableware.
Finally, the latecomer Takeshi arrived; as soon as he came, he sat next to Natsue Hatamoto.
Akie Hatamoto couldn't help but say: "It's so late, why hasn't Grandpa arrived yet? Butler Suzuki, go call him."
Hearing the order, the old butler put down the tableware and walked towards the rooms.
Not long after, the old butler's scream came from the direction of the rooms. Everyone's expression immediately changed, and they hurriedly ran towards Gozo Hatamoto's room.
They saw the old butler collapsed outside the door, while inside, Gozo Hatamoto, dressed in a kimono, had a wound on his abdomen, blood flowing, his body stiff, and his face still showing an expression of disbelief.
Everyone's faces changed drastically. Natsue even screamed with a face of disbelief and wanted to run into the room, but was held back by Yuu.
After nodding to Yuu, Kogoro Mouri immediately shouted sternly: "Now, without my permission, no one can enter this room."
As a former police officer and current famous detective, Kogoro Mouri was still much more professional than ordinary people when encountering a case.
With him, or rather with Conan present, Yuu just happened not to need to intervene.
The subsequent development was the same as in Yuu's memory. Before the truth of Gozo Hatamoto's death was found out, all the suspects present began to tear into each other.
The plump auntie Mariko Hatamoto spoke first, pointing her finger directly at the blond man: "I heard that Tatsuo owes a large debt outside. Could it be that you killed Dad, wanting to inherit the Hatamoto family's property quickly to pay off the debt?"
Tatsuo Hatamoto denied it repeatedly. Akie Hatamoto, eager to protect her husband, couldn't help but say: "Auntie, I think you're the one who wants Grandpa's property the most. You made it so obvious on the deck just now. And Uncle has always wanted to leave the Hatamoto Zaibatsu and start his own business; he's had this idea for a long time, right? But he was always stopped by Grandpa. And Ichiro, his award-winning painting was torn up by Grandpa. Your whole family probably has long-held grudges against Grandpa. It makes sense if the three of you conspired to kill him!"
At this time, Jouji Hatamoto in the white suit said with an angry face: "Enough! Isn't it embarrassing enough? Dad just died, and you're talking like this."
The plump auntie Mariko Hatamoto immediately sneered: "Jouji, stop pretending to be a good person. We are helping to find the murderer. Don't think I don't know; your restaurant is losing money badly. You wanted to borrow money from Dad, but instead got scolded severely by him. It's completely possible that you killed Dad because of this."
Suddenly, Mariko Hatamoto seemed to think of something: "Oh, right, I almost forgot. We still have an outsider here. Takeshi, aren't you going to express your opinion?"
Takeshi waved his hand: "What should I say?"
Mariko's face instantly became extremely gloomy: "I just overheard everything Dad called you over to say. Takeshi, I never expected that you are actually the son of Takehiko Zaiki, who died ten years ago."