Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 113 Enjoy the Winner's Settlement Rewards

January 1st is New Year.

I don’t know when it started, but Matsueda Masako no longer looks forward to the New Year.

As a calendar is turned over, it means that you are one year older, which is a very anxious experience for older women.

Last year's New Year was a lively festival, but she felt a sense of loneliness like dusk inside.

...I wish I could stay young forever.

Of course, this is impossible.

A more realistic thing would be to enjoy the passion for the last time before getting completely old.

Whether it's unparalleled beauty or delicate skin, they will all be taken away by time in the blink of an eye. If possible, it would be best to enjoy the things you love before getting old, and then die in a blaze of glory.

Shinsako Matsueda has always had this idea in her heart.

However, she has never found someone she likes, and her chastity makes it impossible for her to give her body to other men easily...

This year, the situation is completely different.

With her body and mind rejuvenated, Matsueda Shinsako decided to make sure the whole family had a good New Year.

Welcome the new year with the most perfect state.

She got up as soon as it was light in the morning, prepared the ingredients for making rice cakes, and then called her son-in-law to pound the rice cakes.

"Ah, good morning~"

Songzhi Qingxue came out yawning.

In the courtyard, my mother and Kiyoaki Matsueda were working together to make rice cakes.

The young and strong man swung the hammer, while the mother squatted on the ground rolling the rice cake, and rested when she was tired.

According to the Japanese concept, the process of making rice cakes by hand will gain the protection of the gods, so the conservative mother makes rice cakes at home every year.

"Qingxue, you come and knock twice too!" Matsueda Shinsako looked at her daughter with messy hair, "After you knock, you will definitely be blessed this year."

"Just two hits, no more than that."

Matsueda Kiyoyuki smiled helplessly and took the hammer from Matsueda Kiyoaki.

He raised the hammer with some difficulty, with the deep blue winter sky behind him, and then smashed the hammer hard on the steaming white glutinous rice ball.

"Eat it and you'll become smarter and have a successful career..." Matsueda Shinsako muttered to herself while turning the rice cake with her little hands.

Songzhi Qingxue looked down at her and said, "Mom, why don't you come knock a few times too, and give me a big fat brother or a cute sister next year."

"What are you talking about, you little bitch!" Matsueda Shinsako was furious and stood up to beat her.

"I'll go call the little deer~" Songzhi Qingxue turned around and ran away quickly.

"I haven't taught her a lesson in a long time. She doesn't even care about me as her mother anymore!"

Matsueda Masako angrily scolded her daughter from behind, but her cheeks slowly turned red as she looked aggressive. She even didn't dare to look back at Matsueda Kiyokana. Finally, she muttered and walked towards the kitchen: "I'll go prepare breakfast. Wait until Xiaolu wakes up, then ask her to help you..."

Qingxue Songeda ran upstairs, caught her sister and went to the bathroom with her clothes.

She has the habit of taking a bath in the morning and she will never skip it no matter how busy she is.

"This is such a hassle..." Matsueda Luming walked over with a reluctant look on his face.

She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater and a short skirt, which made her small hips look very cute.

"Little Deer, you knock twice too." Mother shouted in the kitchen.

"Know it……"

Songzhi Luming raised the hammer in his hand.

"Little Deer, watch out, the hammer must hit the mortar." Songzhi Qingxian squatted beside the mortar and reminded her.

"Of course I know." Songzhi Luming was slightly dissatisfied with the behavior of treating her like a child.

"The most important thing is don't hit me on the head!"

"Long-winded!"

Songzhi Luming hit hard with the hammer in his hand.

The round rice cake ball was sunken in, and then after Songeda Qingxian turned over the rice cake, she knocked it again.

Then I felt tired.

Matsueda Luming has the weakest physical strength in the family.

"It's your turn." She handed the hammer to Kiyoaki Matsueda and squatted down to turn the rice cakes.

"One, two, three..." Songzhi Qingxian was sweating profusely and shouting slogans.

The scene was bustling with activity, and the rising hot air drove away the chill of the winter morning.

After knocking it countless times, the rice cake gradually turned into a sticky mass. Songeda Qingxian put the white mass in a bowl and brought it into the kitchen.

The next step is the work of a housewife. Masako Matsueda has completely adapted to her new identity as a housewife.

Kiyoaki Matsueda helped her in the kitchen for a while, and when breakfast was almost ready, he came to the living room with two plates of food.

It was snowing lightly outside and the temperature was very low.

However, the heater was on in the living room and the fireplace was burning wood, so the temperature was very warm.

Songzhi Luming was still sitting in the kotatsu in the living room, warming himself by the fire, eating oranges, and reading a book: "The Tide".

Matsueda Kiyoyuki was also in the kotatsu, working hard.

She had just finished a shower and looked in good spirits, with her skin still slightly steaming. She was wearing loose clothes at home, a dark blue long skirt with an open collar that revealed the fair skin of her chest, and a vague glimpse of her naked body.

Sometimes she tilted her head, and her neckline would slide lower, looking extremely sexy, but she was so focused on her work that she didn't realize it.

The TV was on, playing a noisy New Year variety show, but neither of them was watching it.

Kiyoaki Matsueda came over and put the dishes on the table.

Kotatsu is indispensable in winter in Japan. An electric blanket is fixed under a low table, and the low table is covered with a quilt to prevent heat loss. The whole family sits around the kotatsu and enjoys the warmth, which is a winter memory of every Japanese family.

"Aren't we going to have a holiday during the New Year?" Kiyaki Matsueda sat down next to her.

Songzhi Qingxue was flipping through the account book. When he heard the voice, he glanced at Songzhi Qingxian, then continued to look at the account. While calculating with a calculator, he said: "There is no such thing as a New Year holiday in the catering industry. This is the peak season."

"How's the new company going?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"Huh? You ask about Mixi? It's just starting out, with only a few technical employees, and they are working hard on research and development..." Matsueda Kiyoyuki said, his eyes still on the account book.

Mixi Co., Ltd. is an Internet company founded by Kiyoyuki Matsueda.

She held the majority of the shares, with Rinko Tokugawa holding half of the remaining shares, and the remaining shares were distributed among the founding members.

Kiyoaki Matsueda wanted to ask her what she was developing, but in the end he didn't ask.

Ever since she came back from Kyoto, she has become more and more like a strong woman, doing things efficiently and effectively, and her facial expression has become stern.

I spend less and less time at home. Almost every day I go out before dawn and come back late at night.

Every morning, she wore her uniform and pointed high heels and ran to the mall with great vigor.

To be honest, the relationship between him and her seemed to have regressed to the way it was just now, but Matsueda Kiyoaki was not at all uncomfortable with it. Anyway, Matsueda Kiyoyuki seemed to be more capable than before, and it wouldn't be a bad thing if she became successful in the future.

But there is one thing that is a bit regrettable.

The more devoted a woman is to work, the less attractive she will be to men.

When she focuses all her energy on work, she will lose her dependence on men and become serious.

On this point, Matsueda Kiyoyuki once complained to him: "These so-called strong women in Japanese society are not really strong women. They seem to be quite capable on the surface, but they can't help but act like a spoiled child to men. Once they encounter setbacks, many of them will give up their careers and get married hastily. On the contrary, American strong women are much better. They think that work is their pride. They stand straight with bright eyes..."

But Kiyoyuki Matsueda is still a Japanese after all.

She has the seriousness of a strong woman, but also the core cuteness skills of Japanese women; she is flawless in everything she does, is smart and gentle, can make jokes, and can take care of everyone's emotions just right.

Such a woman is suitable to be a friend, a boss, or a partner.

Qingxue seems easy to get along with on the surface, but in reality, it’s hard to get close to her heart.

In comparison, although her mother appears to be aggressive and unapproachable on the surface, she is actually a very jealous and temperamental person like an ordinary woman, which makes her seem very real and lovely.

This mother and daughter are really the opposite of each other.

"Happy New Year everyone."

Say mother and mother will come.

At the door, Matsueda Shinsako came in carrying the cooked rice cakes.

She didn't wear a kimono today. She wore a white sweater on the upper body, a skirt on the lower body, and a cute apron. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and hung down in front of her chest - a dangerous lady hairstyle.

Songzhi Luming stood up and bowed to his mother: "Happy New Year, mother."

"Happy New Year!" Matsueda Shinsako smiled happily, and then took out the New Year's money wrapped in a white envelope.

"Thank you, mother." Matsueda Luming bowed again, took it with both hands, and then got back into the kotatsu.

"I'm old now, so don't think you can force me to go through all this red tape..." Songzhi Qingxue kept his eyes on the account book and extended a hand to his mother, "Mom, Happy New Year, give me the New Year's money."

Matsueda Shinsako raised her eyebrows and glared: "Get up! How can this be disgraceful..."

"Let me do it." Matsueda Kiyokatsu smiled, stood up, and bowed to Masako, "Mother, Happy New Year."

Hearing the word "Mother", Matsue Masako shivered. Just hearing it gave her a strange and thrilling feeling, which scared her so much that she dared not say anything more. She quickly handed him the New Year's money, said, "You guys eat the rice cakes first, I'll bring the rest of the dishes," and ran out.

Songzhi Qingxian collected the New Year's money, picked up the small bowl, and picked up the freshly baked rice cake.

Songzhi Qingxue turned her eyes to the side and looked at the white rice cake between his chopsticks, which was still steaming. She suddenly felt like eating it, so she kicked him with her foot: "Honey, feed me~"

"There is salty soy sauce and sweet white sugar. Which one do you want?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

“Take a bite of each.”

"Hey, what's this yellow thing?"

"Soybean flour. Let's start with this..."

"Can this be delicious?" Matsueda Kiyoaki was skeptical and dipped the rice cake in soybean powder. "Ah——"

Songzhi Qingxue opened her mouth and took a delicious bite.

Seeing her enjoying the meal, Matsueda Kiyoaki ate a little himself.

The soft and hot rice cake, paired with salty soybean powder, is very fragrant and delicious.

"Have some sugar." Songzhi Qingxue shouted.

Kiyoaki Matsueda dipped the rice cake in sugar: "Ah——"

Seeing this scene, Songzhi Luming on the opposite side frowned. Ahhhh, what is this? I really want to stuff the stockings I took off into his mouth!
The rice cake covered with white sugar is sweet and sticky.

"Honey..." Kiyoyuki Matsueda kicked him.

"What's wrong?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Songzhi Qingxue pursed her lips: "Hmm~"

This was a bit like asking for a kiss. Songzhi Qingxian thought about it for a moment, then looked at Songzhi Luming's face which was gradually turning green, and realized that she wanted to tease her sister, and then she pouted and leaned over to cooperate: "Can't you wait until you are full before kissing? You are so naughty..."

"Cough cough!" Songzhi Luming coughed loudly, with a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Songzhi Qingxue leaned forward and bumped Songzhi Qingxian's forehead: "Hair..."

Songzhi Qingxian then realized that a strand of hair had run into the corner of her mouth, so he had to put down his chopsticks and pick the hair off her lips. The next second, Songzhi Qingxue smiled happily and rushed over with open arms.

She was soft and warm, like the flames in the fireplace behind the sofa.

"Honey, I want a kiss~"

This time, my sister was really mad at me.

Matsueda Kiyoyuki came over with her crystal clear little mouth pouted, and Matsueda Kiyoaki cooperated with her very well. The two of them fell under the kotatsu, making a strange noise.

Songzhi Luming ate the rice cake silently. After a few bites, he felt a little full. He couldn't help but knocked on the table hard: "If you two want to be intimate, go back to the house and don't pollute my sight in public!"

"Well, I'll definitely do it next time..."

My sister raised her head, revealing her lips that were red, swollen and wet from being kissed.

At this moment, Songzhi Luming's body trembled, and the corners of his mouth felt a warm and tingling sensation, as if he had been electrocuted...

"You, you guys..."

The girl blushed and pointed at the two shameless adults opposite her, shaking with anger.

"Hahaha..." My sister laughed without any morals at all.

"Matsueda Kiyoaki!" The girl glared at Matsueda Kiyoaki, her face flushed, "I hate you!"

"You hate me? Sorry, you have to bear it even if you hate me. According to the bet between the three of us, I should be the head of the family." Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at the frustrated girl with a threatening smile on his face, "Xiaolu, take advantage of the winter vacation now and serve me well at home."

"..."

Songzhi Luming shuddered.

As if she had a premonition that her legs would be covered with the word "正" again, she felt like crying but had no tears.

The TV was still playing the lively New Year programs. Soon it was eight o'clock in the morning and the Akutagawa Prize ceremony was approaching.

"Come, have breakfast."

Shinsako Matsueda came in with a sumptuous breakfast.

The family sat around the kotatsu, eating their first breakfast of the new year while watching the live broadcast on TV.

In the live broadcast of Fuji TV, the solemn and grand Akutagawa Prize awarding scene appeared on the TV screen.

"It must be awarded to Qing, right?" Matsueda Shinsako asked, staring at the screen, looking very nervous.

"Is it possible?" Matsueda Luming said no, but his body was honest, with a hint of worry between his eyebrows, "The conflict between him and the judges of the Akutagawa Prize has almost reached the point where it cannot be reconciled. How can it be awarded to him?"

"That's what I'm worried about." Matsueda Shinsako said worriedly.

"Don't worry. If the Akutagawa Prize is not awarded to Qing, will it be awarded to Taro Yamamoto?" Matsueda Kiyoyuki said with a smile.

My mother and sister looked at me at the same time: "Yamamoto Taro?"

"He's my cousin who works as a receptionist in the countryside." Songzhi Qingxue said unhappily.

"..."

Her mother and sister rolled their eyes at her at the same time.

"Why aren't you nervous?" Matsueda Shinsako turned her head and looked at Matsueda Kiyaki.

"Why should I be nervous? If the award is given to me, I will take it. If it is not given to me, it will be useless. I will not lose out either way." Matsueda Kiyoaki said indifferently.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Akutagawa Prize judges began to announce the list of shortlisted works on the screen.

He no longer paid attention to the content and took out his phone to reply to the New Year greetings messages.

The Kobayashi sisters, the Arun sisters, the two young ladies of the Zong family, the Kiyono father and daughter, the security guard Oshima Isamu, the trendy editors and contracted writers... Before he knew it, a lot of people had gathered around him.

After reading out the entire shortlist, Takaki Ikezawa walked in front of the camera with a gloomy face, with a white board covered with a red cloth behind him.

The winners and their works are written on the whiteboard.

Facing the camera, Takaki Ikezawa's face was full of bitterness.

At this moment, the entire literary world, publishing industry, and all book fans are paying attention to this award ceremony.

No previous awards ceremony has ever been as popular as this one.

If there is unfair selection in this award ceremony, the reputation accumulated by the Akutagawa Prize over a hundred years will be reduced to zero overnight, and then quickly replaced by the newly introduced Mishima Prize in just a few years.

Such a loss is too great and Bungeishunju simply cannot afford it.

"I am honored to announce this year's Akutagawa Prize winner and his work. I declare that the winner of the 72nd Akutagawa Prize is..."

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"Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion!"

Hearing this voice and seeing the black words on the whiteboard, Songzhi Luming secretly clenched his fist and said "Yes".

“I won the award!”

Shinsako Matsueda breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally put my mind at ease.

The grievances that Qing had suffered were finally repaid, and in the future when she communicates with the ladies in the circle, she can also boast openly that "my son-in-law is the winner of the Akutagawa Prize."

According to the process, the Akutagawa Prize should have informed Kiyoaki Matsueda earlier, and asked him to go to the award ceremony and give a speech after the results were announced. But the incident a while ago was too big, and they were embarrassed, so they just interviewed a few "unfortunately unsuccessful" writers and ended the live broadcast.

I just like the way you look unhappy but still have to give the award to me.

Looking at the screen, Songzhi Qingxian smiled faintly.

The mother, daughter and three others all subconsciously looked towards him. He was handsome, full of energy from head to toe, and had a heroic demeanor.

He no longer had the lonely temperament. His every move was full of confidence. He seemed to be fully aware of his current achievements. His erect and strong chest was like the bow of a ship sailing against the wind and waves.

A man's charm should be something like his, easy, bright, clearly visible to the naked eye, and shining.

The mother and daughters of the Matsueda family, whether they said it or not, were all fascinated by his masculinity at this moment... and wanted to live with him for the rest of their lives.

After the Akutagawa Prize was awarded, the TV station switched to a replay of last night's "Red and White Song Contest".

Matsueda Shinsako poured a glass of wine for everyone and looked at Matsueda Kiyoaki solemnly: "Thanks to you, our family has been successful in the past year. Please continue to work hard in the new year. Cheers--"

The four people's wine glasses clinked lightly.

After drinking the first glass of wine, the family sat around the kotatsu, watched TV, and happily finished the first breakfast of the New Year.

It was snowing outside and the house was warm. After breakfast, no one wanted to go out, so they just stayed in the living room and did their own things.

Qingxue is still busy with work, Xiaolu is busy with studies, Masako is painting her nails, and Matsueda Kiyaki is replying to the blessing text messages one by one.

The sunlight coming in from the window is bright and shining.

Masako Matsueda sat in a rocking chair in front of the kotatsu, carefully applying her nail polish.

On the small table next to the rocking chair, there was a cup of steaming tea, and on her legs was a book with a big-bellied young pregnant woman on the cover.

The noble and beautiful mistress carefully painted her nails under the bright sunlight.

She had never worn nail polish in the first forty years of her life, but recently, for some reason, she became obsessed with painting her nails shiny light pink, even her toenails.

She also likes to paint her toenails bright red.

Could it be that because her toenails are not visible to outsiders, she is not afraid of exposing her seductive nature?

Songzhi Luming observed his mother's actions and was puzzled.

Ahhh, the adult world is so messy...

The little deer couldn’t understand it!
The genius girl who always thought she was extremely smart was actually driven into autism by her family relationships.

By one o'clock in the afternoon, all four of them were a little tired.

The lower half of the body is buried in the kotatsu, or lying on the table, or lying on the floor with a pillow for a nap.

After the two daughters fell asleep, Matsueda Shinsako came to Matsueda Kiyoaki, raised her finger and asked, "Is it painted well?"

Her fingers are slender, white and delicate.

The long, thin nails are trimmed into a slightly pointed shape and painted with a layer of light red like petals, which makes them very delicate and beautiful.

Originally, she had the fingers of a lady who had never done housework, but in the past six months, she has transformed herself into a housewife, willingly putting aside her airs to concentrate on serving her family.

"It looks beautiful." Kiyoaki Matsueda rubbed her fingertips.

Matsueda Shinsako remained motionless and said coquettishly, "I haven't been sleeping well recently."

"what happened?"

“I’m worried that you won’t win the prize…”

"Don't you even look at my sales and reputation? How dare you not give me this award? In this respect, you are not as good as Qingxue. Qingxue is so calm."

Hearing this, Matsueda Shinsako gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Yes, I am not as smart as Qingxue. You and her should become a real couple."

Songzhi Qingxian gave her a white look and pinched her cheek: "Then the first thing to do is to kick you, a troublesome old woman, out of the house."

"Hate it!" Matsueda Shinsako slapped his hand away, hesitated for a moment, and muttered, "Also, as you become more and more famous, I'm afraid you'll get bored and leave this home..."

"No!" Matsueda Kiyoaki shook his head.

He has no plans to leave in the foreseeable future.

"The Songzhi family really can't help you now. I had a dream one day. I dreamed that you went out with the two young ladies of the Zong family in your left and right hands. I was crying and chasing after you, but I couldn't catch up..."

Having said this, she was a little unable to continue.

Why did you have that dream?

Because Aqing is now too close to the main family, and the two young ladies of the main family seem to be inexplicably nice to him, which makes Shinsako instinctively feel threatened.

Songzhi Qingxian held her hand tightly and said to her: "As long as you don't get tired of me, I won't leave."

"What if what happened in the dream happened?" Matsueda Shinsako asked.

"You mean me and the two young ladies of the Zong family? Even if something happened between them like in your dream, I will not abandon the Songzhi family! Don't worry, I will be responsible for both families at the same time..."

"That's good..." Matsueda Shinsako nodded with satisfaction, then froze, "No, what did you say next? You little bastard, are you looking for death..."

The mistress stared at him fiercely with her charming and noble eyes, and at the same time, she grabbed his neck: "You want to be a scumbag, right? I'll strangle you to death first..."

As soon as the two of them started fighting, she was subdued in the next second. She could only blink her bright eyes and ask: "Will you really stay in the Songeda family forever?"

"I swear!" said Kiyaki Matsueda in a low and gentle voice.

Matsueda Shinsako closed her eyes in satisfaction.

The sunlight from the window falls on my face.

The cold and soft lips gradually warmed up, and my heart felt like being thrown into a blazing fireplace, or flying into the blue sky with snow falling.

The pine branches are clear and pleasant at this moment.

A feeling of "a galloping horse in the spring breeze" surges in my chest.

He is the winner, and is enjoying the fame, wealth, and beauties that he has gained after the victory. In the future, he will continue to win and enjoy more fame, wealth, and beauties... No, I, Kiyoaki Matsueda, will never be a scumbag!
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In the middle of the month, please give me a monthly ticket.

The last two chapters are about a date with Xunzi.

(End of this chapter)