Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 107: The Love Method of Masako
Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at the girl in front of him and felt that she looked familiar.

It seemed like I had seen him somewhere before, and even talked to him, but I couldn't remember where at the moment.

From this, it can be seen that I am not familiar with her, so when she said that she was my lover... Hey, wait, lover?

In a flash, Songzhi Qingxian seemed to remember something.

Some time ago, someone spread rumors on the Internet that he had problems with his lifestyle, mentioning that he had a concubine and a lover. His concubine was Midori Kobayashi and his lover was Professor Kiyono's daughter...

So, who is this person?
Kiyoaki Matsueda observed her carefully and vaguely remembered.

“……” Kiyono Yuko rubbed her eyes hard and looked again.

It was him, it was him!
He also widened his eyes and looked at himself as if he were an alien.

Oh my god oh my god!

Yuko Kiyono felt like her breathing was about to stop.

I have the heart to want to die.

The brain suffered too much of a shock and crashed.

As she stood there dumbfounded, someone nearby joked, "Miss Qingye, your lover is here, why are you silent?"

This sound brought Kiyono Yuko back to her senses.

The half-sentenced words she had just said rang in her ears again. Looking at the handsome face of the young man in front of her, she suddenly felt a black screen in front of her eyes and almost fainted from shame.

After hearing what others said, Kiyoaki Matsueda finally confirmed the identity of the woman in front of him.

It turned out to be the old man’s daughter.

Facing the daughter of his benefactor, Matsueda Kiyoaki immediately smiled politely and nodded: "Hello."

"..."

Yuko Kiyono's eyes were wandering, and she suddenly raised her hands to cover her face. She wanted to faint to avoid the embarrassment.

However, when a person is in an extremely socially dead situation, his consciousness is the clearest. He hears the laughter around him and feels so embarrassed that he wants to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes!

"My dear, what's wrong with you?" Arun asked knowingly.

Kiyono Yuko buried her face in her palms and said in a muffled voice: "Stop talking, or I'll die in front of you..."

"Who was the one who kept belittling Mishima in front of me just now?" Arun covered his mouth and laughed until tears came out.

Kiyono Yuko remained silent.

The once cold and beautiful iceberg beauty turned into a huddled ostrich, covering her face and enduring the most socially devastating and darkest period of her life.

"What happened just now?" Matsueda Kiyokatsu looked at Arun.

"Come here, I'm going to talk to you." Arun smiled slightly, turned and walked into the boss's lounge.

This smile is so charming.

A woman like Arun, who is as gentle as water, with a beautiful face, breasts and legs, has completely captured Songzhi Qingxian's heart.

After entering the lounge, he lay down on Arun's bed as usual.

The windows here face the courtyard of Arashiyama Restaurant, and the warm winter sun shines there, sparkling and sparkling.

Arun also went to bed.

The small white wooden bed in Nordic style creaked under the weight.

"?"

Yuuko Kiyono at the door was stunned.

After Arun got on the bed, he bent forward slightly and knelt beside Songeda Qingxian.

She took off her coat, revealing her body wearing only a hip skirt. Her perky butt made the white fabric look round and tight.

At first glance, it's a nice, juicy ass.

The well-proportioned and graceful legs are wearing flesh-colored stockings with a delicate texture.

The two fleshy thighs are tightly closed and curled inward, and the calves spread apart on both sides have soft curves that make people want to reach out and touch them.

"No, what are you doing?" Kiyono Yuko was dumbfounded.

Arun put his hand on Songeda Qingxian's shoulder and gently hugged him: "This is a benefit for him, Youzi, just take a look at it, don't expect to have it too."

"Welfare? Wait, Arun, why did you take off your glasses?"

Arun took off his glasses and placed them next to the pillow. He squinted his eyes and stared at Songzhi Qingxian's tall and strong body: "I will sweat."

"Clam?"

"Let's get started, enjoy it."

"and many more!"

"Click~"

A muffled sound came from the small room, and Songzhi Qingxian opened his mouth and let out a comfortable cry of pain.

"Turns out it's a massage, I was scared to death..." Kiyono Yuko patted her chest and almost thought that the two of them were going to do something bad in front of her.

Arun knelt on the bed and gave Songzhi Qingxian a massage.

This is a benefit he enjoys frequently.

The weight of two people made the small single bed creak.

As the massage continued, a slight smell of sweat came from Arun's body. Smelling the pleasant smell of sweat, Matsueda Kiyoaki listened to what she had just said, opened his eyes and looked at Kiyono Yuko at the door.

Yuko Kiyono immediately covered her face again, feeling so ashamed that she wanted to die on the spot.

God, please kill me.

The world is not worth it!
"Then there's no need to call you my lover..." Matsueda Kiyoaki muttered softly, then closed his eyes and continued to enjoy himself.

He lay on the bed and Arun sat behind him.

Massage him from the shoulders down.

Not just kneading, but also patting.

Although Arun's small hands looked as white and tender as those of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, they were exceptionally powerful when they clapped.

The continuous beating made Songzhi Qingxian's breathing quicken. He groaned and said, "Arun, I've always wanted to ask, how come you are so strong..."

Arun's fingertips paused and he was shocked.

Oops, I was so busy trying to make him feel comfortable that I exposed the fact that I am very strong...

"But it's really comfortable." Kiyoaki Matsueda said comfortably.

"Really?" Arun narrowed his eyes and wiped the transparent sweat oozing from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Of course it's true. Every time I come to your place, I feel so comfortable that I don't want to go home." Matsueda Kiyoaki lay on the bed with a refreshing tone, "If anyone feels uncomfortable here, it's a crime."

"No one else can enjoy my massage." Arun said in a serious tone.

"Oh, sorry, I was wrong." Matsueda Kiyoaki laughed, "Miss Arun, please forgive me and continue to massage me."

Hearing this, Arun looked towards the door and said, "Close the door, Youzi."

Yuko Kiyono subconsciously walked into the room and closed the door.

"What I mean is, please lock yourself out!" Arun said unhappily.

"Huh? Oh oh..."

Yuko Kiyono woke up as if from a dream and fled the room in embarrassment.

In the lounge, with only two people left, the young man was full of vigor and vitality, and the woman was mature and attractive, and the atmosphere became even more ambiguous...

Arun took a deep breath and continued to massage him.

…Compared to exposing the fact that I’m a violent gangster, making him feel comfortable is more important.

The woman's white, soft hands massaged from his waist to his thighs, and even massaged the soles of his feet and toes.

"Please turn over..."

Massage my back, Arun whispered, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

Kiyoaki Matsueda turned over and faced her.

Arun was sweating a lot, and a slight heat was coming out of his body, like a burst of floral fragrance.

The intoxicating fragrance flows from the nose into the lungs, and it feels really comfortable.

In terms of gentle temperament, she is truly unique.

Even if Masako is slowly changing, she won't be half as good as Arun in a short time.

This is why even after Kiyoaki Matsueda had physical contact with Kaoru, he often ran to Arun.

"Arun..." Songeda Qingxian half opened his eyes.

"what's up?"

Arun knelt beside him, with her upper body bent low, her round chest seemed to be pressed against his face, and the fragrance coming from there could be absorbed into his body by him.

"It's so comfortable..." Songzhi Qingxian murmured softly, "Arun's body is warm, just like a heated cream cake."

"Enjoy it and don't say anything." Arun said in a low voice, massaging his chest muscles with her small hands.

Two men and women who have a mutual affection and an ambiguous relationship are both enjoying the joyful mood they draw from each other.

Kiyoaki Matsueda enjoyed her massage and couldn't help but sigh: "She is so charming, just like the pure moonlight. Every time I see Arun, I can think of the Kyoto beauties described by Mr. Tanizaki."

There is also a literary giant named Tanizaki in this world. His works are similar to those of Tanizaki Junichiro, and there is also a Tanizaki Award in his memory.

Miss Arun likes literature and has read most of Tanizaki's works.

When she heard him praise her for being like the Kyoto beauty described by Tanizaki, she was secretly delighted, but also a little resentful, so she replied: "The lustful see the appearance, the aestheticist sees the appearance. Mr. Matsueda Kiyoaki, you always remind me of the Showa scumbag described by Mr. Tanizaki."

"Uh……"

Songzhi Qingxian felt inexplicably guilty.

Most of the male protagonists created by Tanizaki are scumbags.

Tanizaki himself is a scumbag, the kind of man who lacks character but makes up for it with talent.

Arun's small hands massaged from his chest muscles to his lower abdomen, all the way down to his thighs and calves.

I just missed the button...

As a 30-year-old virgin, I can't help but secretly glance over there.

Young men full of vigor and vitality can never control the changes in their bodies and strongly highlight their presence.

After looking at it for a few more times, her own body began to heat up.

Yeah, I can’t watch it anymore…

Arun forced his eyes away and asked in a soft voice, "Can I trim your nails?"

"Well, thank you for your help." Matsueda Kiyoaki stretched out his hand lazily.

Arun grasped his palm, and his soft fingertips stroked his fingers one by one, lightly and carefully.

"Just had it cut a short time ago?"

"Yeah~ that old woman at home cut it."

"She took good care of you."

"I'm far inferior to you, Arun." Matsueda Kiyokatsu looked at her face.

Arun turned his face away shyly, and the outline of his black underwear could be vaguely seen under his clothes soaked with sweat.

After a while, she said unhappily, "You were so obedient and green before, how come you have the potential to be a scumbag now?"

"Perhaps this is the nature of writers?" Matsueda Kiyoaki explained, "Mr. Tanizaki has a book that says the greatest pleasure in love is that the husband does something out of line without telling his wife..."

"What's on your mind? Who taught you bad things..." Arun asked with a worried look on his face.

Uh……

who is it?

Maybe it’s Xunzi?
Seeing that he looked thoughtful, Arun stretched out his hands and pressed his cheeks, saying unhappily: "Come and let me fix your ears. I must get all the dirt out of your brain."

"Be careful..." Songeda Qingxian stood up.

Arun leaned forward and gently pinched his earlobe with one hand, inserting his pinky finger into his ear and twisting it delicately.

A subtle vibration came in the ears.

As his nose sniffed her charming body fragrance and his ears listened to the subtle sounds, Song Zhiqingxian's thoughts became hazy.

"It seems like a dream~" she murmured.

The muscles of Arun's arms gently and warmly pinched his cheeks, and her slender fingertips slowly rotated in his ears. Her lips were slightly close to his ears, and her voice was soft: "I also pay attention to the literary world. I know you are under some pressure now."

"Don't be stressed. My situation is much better than what is said outside."

"Why don't I sing you to sleep, just like before..."

"Then I'll trouble you."

"It's okay." Arun smiled gently and lowered his eyes, "I... I like it this way..."

After cleaning his ears, Songzhi Qingxian rested his head on her thighs and closed his eyes.

Arun gently massaged his temple: "Is this comfortable?"

"Yes, Miss Arun is the best." With every breath that Matsueda Kiyoaki took, he inhaled her sweet scent, as if he was deeply trapped in the land of tenderness.

"What song should I sing? Hmm, let's sing 'Love' which you sang to me last time..."

The lazy winter sunshine shines in from the window, and the atmosphere is quiet and sweet, just like a young couple.

After a while, the woman's gentle singing voice sounded...

Songzhi Qingxian closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

It wasn't because he was tired, it was because he felt too comfortable. Arun's voice was warm and soft, like a mother's hand caressing his body, making him feel like he was soaking in hot water, so comfortable that every pore was stretched open.

Arun was humming a song in her mouth, her voice like a little woman's murmur.

The winter sun was shining, and the dancing light particles were like gold powder falling on her body, and the light and shadow were extremely soft.

The woman sang softly, her voice was graceful and ethereal.

He lowered his head to look at the sleeping young writer, his handsome face, with a complex and indescribable look in his eyes.

"Ah~"

Sighed softly.

It would be great if I were also a lady from a good family, then I wouldn't have to worry about affecting his reputation...Arun sang the song, gently rubbed his head, and sighed innocently like a little girl.

Time passed slowly, and light particles sparkled.

Staring blankly at his lips for a long time, Arun also licked his dry lips.

I felt inexplicably excited, but also a little guilty.

She was having an affair with a married man... Although this was wrong, she didn't want to change it.

On a sunny and warm winter afternoon, having a talented and handsome young writer all to yourself is a very pleasant thing no matter how you think about it... no, it's a very elegant thing.

"It would be great if I were a rich lady..."

"In this case, even if we are lovers, we are still a perfect match. Unlike now, I am a jidai, and being with you will only damage your reputation..."

"You too, why do you want to be so close to me? It would be better if you could be more ruthless and look down on me, a woman of extreme virtue, so that I won't have any illusions about you..."

Whispering like a little girl, Arun bit her lip and looked at him angrily.

After a long time, he burst into laughter.

I couldn't help but squint my eyes and sigh in my heart - this is truly a winter afternoon where everything is clear and almost transparent.

Then, she lowered her gaze to the young man's lips.

A devilish thought slowly emerged...

Arun knew very well that the relationship between him and him was just a thin layer of window paper.

This layer can be very thin and can be broken with just a little force.

But this layer of paper can also be very thick, and it requires two people to have experienced some unforgettable things together before they can truly break through it.

What should I do now?

He rose up like a meteor, quickly and dazzlingly, but would he also disappear like a meteor in a flash and leave his world?
Compared to the current him, I actually like that lonely and confused little guy more. At least in front of him, I don't need to feel inferior, nor do I need to squint because of the dazzling light he emits...

The soft and warm sunlight fell, and a leaf fluttered in the wind. Arun did not move for a long time, and time froze in this scene...

Songzhi Qingxian was not very tired, so he did not sleep deeply.

When I was sleeping, I felt something falling on my face, it was itchy...

At this moment, his eyelids moved a few times, and then he woke up drowsily.

I rubbed my eyes, and in my unfocused vision, I saw Arun's lips stopped very close to my lips, and did not move for a long time...

Seeing him wake up, Arun was a little at a loss.

The lips didn't move at all.

Their faces were so close that their foreheads were almost touching.

As long as the movements are a little bigger, their lips will definitely touch each other. The atmosphere is charming and warm.

Arun's eyelashes trembled, and after a moment, his face turned red. He kept this distance and spoke awkwardly: "Although you didn't tell me, I also pay attention to the news in the industry and know that you are under a lot of pressure now. I, I can't help you with anything. I can only let you relax when you come here..."

After the pose was frozen, her lips were slightly open when she spoke, and her pink and attractive tongue was half hidden and half visible.

"This is the biggest help to me..." Kiyoaki Matsueda subconsciously reached out his hand and touched her sexy lips with his fingertips.

Warm, moist and soft.

Arun subconsciously shrank his neck, his eyes a little reserved and shy, but he got used to it after a moment.

She lowered her neck slightly with a hint of shyness, feeling his fingertips caressing her lips, her gentle and warm breath wrapping around his fingertips: "I'll be very happy if I can relieve your stress and make you feel comfortable. But, uh, I think if you have any troubles and pressures, you can also talk to me. Although I can't help you, I can be a harbor for you to stop when you are tired..."

Ah, this woman is so attractive...

"You're so nice to me..." Kiyoaki Matsueda said in a low voice.

Ah Run looked at his face, a heart-warming smile spread across the corners of his lips: "I like talented people."

“There are so many talented people in this world.”

"But you are special. I often dream about the rainy afternoon when I first met you."

“I was homeless at that point.”

"Yes, so lovable." Arun looked at him with a loving look like an old mother.

Kiyoaki Matsueda felt her tenderness and said, "I feel like I've become a scumbag in front of you..."

"Take away the word 'as if'." Arun gave him his signature gentle smile and said playfully, "If I didn't favor you, I would have had you drowned in Tokyo Bay long ago for your scumbag behavior."

"I am favored..." Kiyoaki Matsueda murmured to himself.

Yes, he just realized that because he was favored, he was fearless...

"Well, he's a great writer after all. It's normal to be favored." Arun smiled and finally sat up to relieve his sore legs.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked over subconsciously. The tip of the delicate flesh-colored stockings was made somewhat transparent by the toes, and the toenails painted with pink nail polish were faintly visible.

"Okay, that's all for today." Arun put on his glasses again and patted his shoulder. "You should go back to cook for the woman at home. I won't keep you here any longer."

"Wait, I have a request..." Matsueda Kiyoaki stood up and touched her hair with his hand, his fingertips touching her ears through the hair. "The first day I met you, I sighed from the bottom of my heart for the maternal radiance in you... So, please..."

The voice behind him was a little soft, but Arun could hear it clearly.

?

are you serious?
Arun was speechless for a moment, and his dignified and graceful face was full of amazement.

But if you think about it carefully, he is an orphan and hasn't experienced family affection for a long time. It is human nature for him to want to make up for it with an older woman like me...

After a little hesitation, she couldn't bear to refuse his somewhat excessive request, so she nodded slightly.

"I want the queen's style!" Kiyokatsu Matsueda added.

"?"

Arun's eyes twitched and he almost wanted to slap him so hard that his head flew off.

"Ms. Arun, I'm under a lot of pressure right now. I need the comfort of the older women in my family to relieve it." Matsueda Kiyoaki skillfully started the pestering mode, "Didn't you say you would help me? You're not going to break your promise so soon..."

Why didn't I realize this guy was such a jerk before?

Arun took a few deep breaths, and his chest puffed up several times.

After a while, she finally softened her heart, bit her lower lip, and as if she had made up her mind, she hugged Matsueda Kiyoaki in her arms.

Kiyoaki Matsueda's body suddenly sank into the soft quagmire and he couldn't move.

"Aqing, do you want a reward?" Arun asked, looking at his face.

Seeing her pretending to be a cool queen, Songzhi Qingxian's heart was pounding and he said in a trembling voice, "I do."

Arun chuckled and said, "Do you want me to reward you now, or in the evening?"

"Now." Songzhi Qingxian's mouth was dry.

"No!" Arun hugged him and whispered in his ear: "I will reward you after you win the Akutagawa Prize."

"Can't you give me some sweetness now?" Kiyoaki Matsueda exhaled hot air from his mouth.

Listening to his rapid breathing, Arun's voice became stern: "Aqing, are you feeling uncomfortable holding your breath now? If so, let me check your homework. If you get it right, I'll reward you. Lie down!"

Her tone didn't sound like an order, but rather like a mother telling her son to do something.

Kiyoaki Matsueda lay down directly, with the back of his head resting on her soft thighs.

"Close your eyes." Arun said.

Kiyoaki Matsueda had no choice but to close his eyes.

"What is this?" Arun reached out and touched his Adam's apple.

"Adam's apple..."

"Does it itch?"

“Itchy~”

"What does the Adam's apple symbolize?"

"The symbol of manliness..."

"Hmm~" Arun gently stroked his Adam's apple, "Aqing has become a little man."

Songeda Qingxian opened his eyes: "Then can you reward me?"

"Close your eyes." Arun said sternly.

Kiyoaki Matsueda could only close his eyes again. Not being able to see made his body sensitive. Arun's little hands seemed to have magical powers, making him feel as if his Adam's apple was pierced by an electric current, hot and numb.

"Ah Qing~"

"Hmm~"

Arun lowered his beautiful face, moved his fingertips to his lips, and gently stroked: "What is this?"

"Lips~"

"what about this?"

"nose……"

"Well, what about me..."

"Ka, kasan..."

It felt so good to shout this out, Matsueda Kiyoaki only felt a hot current rolling in his lower abdomen.

"All the answers are correct, A-Qing is very smart." A-Run lowered his head and said, "Now I will reward you..."

At first, she resisted this.

But as I was acting, I became more immersed in the role. My heart was beating fast and my eyes were becoming more and more moist and hazy... I lowered my lips and gently kissed his forehead, then the tip of his nose...

Songzhi Qingxian closed his eyes, feeling extremely surprised.

…He didn’t expect that Arun would actually add to the drama himself.

Arun is also very strange...

It was just role-playing, why was there such a great magic? I became emotional while acting and couldn't help but kiss his forehead and lips...

After a moment, she suddenly sat up, turned her head away, and took deep breaths.

"Ok?"

The doorway was open a crack.

Yuko Kiyono looked inside and was completely dumbfounded.

"No, listen to me..." Arun opened his mouth subconsciously, but his mind went blank and he was completely stupid, his face turned red and white.

Kiyoaki Matsueda also looked towards the door.

The three people looked at each other.

Yuko Kiyono's eyes rolled around, and then she sensed a dangerous aura from Arun's eyes that indicated he was going to kill someone to silence them.

Alerted, she quickly took a step back and closed the door.

"...Bad guy, you are so bad!" Arun was so embarrassed that he was about to cry. He raised his foot and kicked Songzhi Qingxian down.

Kiyoaki Matsueda lay on the floor and chuckled twice.

"I'm so embarrassed now..." Arun's face turned incredibly red. He lay on the edge of the bed and looked at him with gritted teeth: "From now on, I will never play such a perverted role-playing game with you, never! Get out, and tell Youzi that you forced me to do this..."

"Okay~!"

Kiyoaki Matsueda went out in a happy mood.

Arun covered his red and burning cheeks, cursing himself inwardly for being so bewitched. How could he have softened his heart and agreed to his obscene and perverted request after being coaxed and persuaded by him for a while?

She is the gentle and virtuous Arun...

But after lying there for a while, she burst into giggles.

The burning sensation on my face gradually turned into a secret sense of comfort, and then I began to look forward to the next role-playing game.

■

Kiyoaki Matsueda walked out of the room.

"Humph!" Kiyono Yuko folded her arms, leaned against the wall, and looked at him after he came out. She said with disdain, "You actually have such a hobby, you're such a pervert!"

Kiyoaki Matsueda glanced at her and walked straight over.

He didn't want to explain to others whether he was a pervert or not.

"Hey, Mishima!" Kiyono Yuko shouted at him, complaining, "You really don't know how to fall in love. Arun loves you so much, if you just confessed your feelings to her, wouldn't you be able to be with her? You are such an idiot!"

Hearing this, Songeda Qingxian paused.

Of course he could feel that Arun had a crush on him.

In the past six months that he had known her, she had always been so gentle and virtuous, nourishing his loneliness and confusion with her warm affection like a trickle of water. The two of them had never had any conflicts in all the time they had been together.

This dreamy relationship is comparable to the sweetest love.

But what was missing that prevented it from becoming a romantic relationship?

Arun admires him very much and will take the initiative to get close to him and care for him, but sometimes he will dodge and try to keep a small distance.

There are many cases where a team pulls back when it is just about to succeed.

"What exactly is the problem..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda pondered for a moment, but couldn't find the problem, so he looked at Kiyono Yuko: "Okay, I admit that I don't know anything about love. Do you understand? If you do, I want to ask you a question."

"Of course I..." Kiyono Yuko opened her mouth and then said nothing more.

Although she is a romance writer who can write super sweet love stories, her own love experience is a blank slate and she is embarrassed to say that she understands love.

Looking at her face that seemed to have the words "mother flower" written on it, Songeda Qingxian knew that he had to ask other women.

■

The white screen window was slightly blown open by the wind, revealing the afternoon sky.

Shinsako Matsueda woke up from her nap and stretched.

She did not return to her room, but slept in the tea room on the tatami surrounded by a screen, with sandalwood burning on the tea table in front of her.

It was quiet outside, with only the sound of the wind rustling the trees.

Masako Matsueda got out of bed in a daze, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and gradually woke up.

I returned to the tea room and added some firewood to the fire pit.

The burning fire brought warmth to the tea room, and she then made a pot of tea and drank it while reading a book.

The book is "Tide".

She is not very fond of literature, but she likes "Tide of Love" very much.

She likes the hero Shinji's bravery and strength, his unswerving spirit for love, and she likes Hatsue's diligence and beauty, and her loyalty to her beloved boy.

Their love makes Matsueda Shinsako feel wonderful.

The taste of love was churning in her mind, and the wind was blowing with a little chill. A soft emotion unique to women, leisurely and peaceful, emerged in Matsueda Shinsako's heart. An extremely comfortable and leisurely feeling arose spontaneously, and she unconsciously spread the wings of fantasy.

She is, of course, Hatsue, and Shinji is...

Feeling loved again, she becomes more beautiful day by day.

Her face was more energetic, her body was healthier, her limbs were stronger, and her breasts were even fuller...When she was alone at home, she always curled up on the recliner at the door of the tea room, looking at the gate of the mansion, indulging in beautiful fantasies.

The sky gradually darkened and dusk arrived.

"I'm back." Kiyoaki Matsueda pushed the door open and walked in.

The moment she saw him, Matsueda Shinsako smiled.

There was a sudden light in those eyes, and a hint of charm flashed across her cheeks and lips.

"Come here and have some tea with me." She waved.

Since returning from Kyoto, she finally developed a calm demeanor and her personality seemed to have become more stable.

Deep down in her heart she felt satisfied, and her demeanor became even more charming.

Looking at her like this, Matsueda Kiyoaki thought to himself that maybe he could ask her...

So he walked up to the tea room and sat down beside her.

"Have some tea." Matsueda Shinsako poured him a cup of tea.

"I have a question, I wonder if you can help me solve it?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Matsue Masako nodded: "Of course. I am your mistress and have the obligation to answer your questions about growing up."

"It's like this, there seems to be a little problem between me and the bar owner Arun..." Kiyoaki Matsueda sat up straight and briefly explained it to her.

After hearing his words, Matsueda Masako's face was already filled with frost.

She really wanted to jump up, slap him a few times, and ask him what was in his head. How dare he ask about other women in front of her and ask her to help analyze it!

"You are all women and have a good relationship with me, so you should be able to say something, right?" Songzhi Qingxian looked at her.

Matsueda Masako said coldly: "I suggest you go see a brain doctor!"

"Hey, don't be angry, I just want to know what's going on, not to solve the situation."

Songzhi Qingxian just doesn't understand love, but he is not without emotional intelligence. How could he not know why she was angry? He quickly added: "There is no two suns in the sky, and there is no two hearts in people. There is only the mistress in my heart, and there is definitely no room for others!"

After hearing this, Matsueda Shinsako's expression eased a little.

"I've been under a lot of pressure lately and am troubled by this problem. If I can't solve it, I won't be able to sleep." Kiyoaki Matsueda gave her another dose of medicine.

After all, Matsueda Shinsako cared about him very much.

Hearing this, her inner resistance suddenly disappeared, and she said thoughtfully: "I don't understand what that woman is thinking, but if you put yourself in her shoes, it shouldn't be difficult to understand."

"Please speak." Songzhi Qingxian sat upright.

Matsueda Shinsako looked him straight in the face: "To the people around you, you are too dazzling, just like the sun in the sky. The people around you are sunflowers, growing towards you every day... To the sun, sunflowers are dispensable. But to sunflowers, sunlight is indispensable. Your status will definitely make people feel distant..."

"Is that so..." Matsueda Kiyoaki thought.

"You rose too fast, even a little dreamy. People who put you in important positions would worry that you would suddenly disappear..." Matsueda Shinsako said slowly, "That boss is probably the same. He feels good about you, but is a little afraid of your aura..."

She really could understand the boss.

Because she was close to Kiyoaki Matsueda, she was more afraid of his disappearance.

I was afraid that if he left suddenly, I would fall into the dust immediately.

Matsueda Shinsako raised her eyes and looked at him with some shame in her eyes, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

In the end, because of my modesty and pride, I didn't say anything too humble. Instead, I said, "You need to make her feel that you need her, so that you can dispel your anxiety."

At this point in the conversation, Kiyoaki Matsueda already understood.

He always felt that as long as he didn't show contempt and disdain, people around him wouldn't feel the distance.

But he overlooked that the woman's mind was more delicate and sensitive than his.

Looking back carefully on my experiences with Arun, it is not difficult to find that the more famous he became and the better his achievements, the more reserved Arun became in front of him, and the inferiority hidden in his eyes seemed to become stronger.

That kind of inferiority complex comes from the huge difference in origin and is a natural inferiority complex brought about by bloodline.

He was born into the Tokugawa family, a descendant of the old aristocracy, while she was just the daughter of a geisha.

He is a talented writer admired by everyone, and she is a gangster lady despised by everyone.

Comparing the two, the social status is really different, especially in a country like Japan that attaches great importance to bloodline.

They had known each other for more than half a year, but Arun had never mentioned her family to him once...

"Do I need to let her know that I need her? I never thought that the love I realized came from you..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda thought for a moment, then moved his butt and sat next to Shinsako Matsueda: "I won't say anything sentimental. I was just called a love idiot. But I still want to emphasize one point. I am not the sunshine, and you are not the sunflowers. It is not a one-sided dependence. Because, not only do you need me, I also need yours..."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Matsueda Shinsako's face.

The wind passing through the hall blew her hair, and the fiery red setting sun shone in, making her skin look extremely gorgeous.

(End of this chapter)