Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 22: Qingxue's first appearance is the most beautiful among all the beauties
While the judges were arguing in the hotel, at the Matsueda family's side, Kiyaki Matsueda was putting on a kimono in front of the mirror.

After putting it on, I looked in the mirror.

The young man in front of him was wearing a black hakama with a pattern on his forehead and holding a small folding fan.

He has an upright figure and an elegant demeanor.

"I'm so handsome!"

Kiyoaki Matsueda gave a thumbs-up with satisfaction.

I turned around and went out, and saw the beautiful and pretty Songzhi Luming with a pointed face in the living room.

She was holding a cell phone, not knowing who she was talking to. When she saw him come out, she quickly made a gesture to him to keep quiet.

Masako Matsueda, neatly dressed, walked down from the second floor.

She was wearing a jet-black kimono that covered her tall and plump body, and her narrow and long phoenix eyes were imposing and intimidating.

She looked down from above, like the villainous general's wife in a Taiga drama, giving people a very oppressive feeling.

"After you arrive, follow me the whole time. When others greet you, you should respond. When they ask you something, you should say you don't know. Don't be foolish and fall into the trap set by others."

"understood."

"If you don't obey, I'll drive you back."

"Okay~~"

The two walked out of the house while talking. Songzhi Luming fell on the sofa and heard his sister ask on the phone: "Mother and Qingxian went out together?"

"Yes, isn't there a family dinner at Grandpa's house today..."

"No, I have to go."

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The Shimizu Tokugawa family, as one of the Tokugawa Gosanke, was once a noble family.

Although it declined quickly after the war, there are still many private lands. It is no exaggeration to say that a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

Today is a family dinner, and servants were waiting at the door early to greet relatives.

A Crown taxi pulled up at the door.

The servant looked over subconsciously.

A young man got out of the car first, then immediately ran to the other side and opened the door there.

In the bright summer sunshine, the lady in a black kimono came out of the car, embraced in his arms.

Since the young man was a little taller than the lady, the lady's appearance could hardly be seen from behind. The young man seemed to be the lady's bodyguard...

After getting out of the car, the lady walked towards the door.

She is tall and beautiful, and walks with a calm demeanor.

Above the collar of the black kimono, an incomparably beautiful neck was revealed, with flawless white skin.

Standing in front of the gate, Kiyoaki Matsueda looked up at this ancient mansion that looked like the general's mansion in a Taiga drama.

"How many bad things do you have to do to own such a big house in Tokyo, where every inch of land is valuable?"

Matsueda Shinsako glared at him and told him to shut up.

"The evil privileged class!" Kiyoaki Matsueda said finally, and followed her into the house.

The yard is large and the path is paved with cobblestones.

There were quite a few relatives who arrived early and were chatting in the yard.

Shinsako Matsueda held her head high and walked forward with upright steps.

She was tall, with her hair neatly tied up on her head, and a noble and bright face looking forward.

Very imposing, like the queen's appearance.

"Yeah, it's Masako."

"Long time no see, you are still so young."

"Who is this?"

Along the way, people greeted Shinsako Matsueda.

She would nod in response one by one, then introduce Kiyoaki Matsueda to her relatives and let Kiyoaki Matsueda greet them.

"What a handsome guy! No wonder Qingxue likes him."

"You guys should have a baby soon so that Masako can be a grandmother."

The relatives were all very kind and smiled at Matsueda Kiyoaki, but after he left, they changed their expressions and talked about him behind his back.

"I heard Qingxue has been living in the store and has never returned home..."

"I definitely have no feelings for this son-in-law."

"Maybe they chose him because they thought he was honest enough and could be suppressed without much effort."

"In my opinion, the boy from the Tachibana family is better..."

Matsueda Kiyoaki heard some of these unfriendly comments, but not some.

Although it was a bit embarrassing for him that Songzhi Qingxue didn't go home.

But he totally agreed with her.

First of all, he didn't have his original memories after all, so he didn't know what Qingxue was like, let alone what she looked like.

Moreover, the two of them didn't even get married; they were a complete fake couple.

If she were at home and they met every day, life would be like hell for him, who has been single since birth.

Following Masako, Kiyoaki Matsueda entered a tea room.

The tea room is very large.

The roof is supported by pillars and the walls on all four sides have sliding doors.

The decoration is quiet and elegant. During the day, maids' cup-shaped candlesticks are lit, and the candlelight sways and dances in the breeze.

Incense smoke wafts up from the incense, and the screen beside the tea table is hung with bamboo curtains. The bamboo curtains are illuminated by candlelight, casting mottled light on the tea table, as beautiful as snowflakes.

There are quite a few people inside.

At the door, Matsueda Shinsako adjusted her kimono.

Songzhi Qingxian followed her example, tidied himself up a little, and followed her into the tea room.

Wearing a Monzuki hakama, he looked handsome and elegant. He walked leisurely and attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered the room.

Sitting at the tea table was a woman with gray hair and wearing a light blue kimono.

She has a very kind face, she is the old lady Tokugawa.

Masako's stepmother.

"Matsuko, come over here and sit down." The old lady called out.

Matsueda Shinsako sat down in the first seat on the left side of her stepmother.

"This is Qingxian, right?" The old lady looked at Matsueda Qingxian.

Matsue Masako nodded: "Yes, mother."

Hearing the word "mother", Song Zhiqingxian, who was sitting on his knees, turned his head and looked at the old lady: "Hello, grandma."

"Hello, Matsueda-kun," the old lady responded gently, "Qingxue is sorry to have troubled you."

"No, no, that's not true. Qingxue is fine." Songzhi Qingxian was talking nonsense.

Matsueda Shinsako couldn't help but look at him, a little puzzled. He looked so honest, how could he lie without even thinking before doing it?

"That child has a very stubborn temper. You must have suffered a lot." The old lady looked at him with the kind eyes she used to look at a child.

"No, no, she just has a strong character and won't waver in her beliefs. That's a very good quality and I admire it." Matsueda Kiyokatsu continued to talk nonsense. As for whether Qingxue was like that or not, he didn't care.

"It would be great if you like it." The old lady smiled happily.

She looks like a good stepmother...

Next, she talked about Qingxue's childhood and asked him one or two questions from time to time.

The two chatted happily.

During this period, relatives arrived one after another.

Most of them were women, and most of them were wearing expensive kimonos.

When these people came to greet the old lady, the old lady would solemnly introduce Kiyoaki Matsueda to them. At first, Kiyoaki Matsueda would stand up and greet everyone one by one, but later he got tired of it and just sat on the ground and nodded as a formality.

His knees hurt because of kneeling, so he just sat cross-legged.

When the gossipy relative saw this scene, she had another reason to criticize him.

"You can't even bow. How rude..."

"How can anyone sit cross-legged? You can tell from your humble origins..."

"No wonder Qingxue didn't see him..."

As if hearing some voices talking about him, Matsueda Kiyoaki turned around to observe.

The tea room was very large, filled with women dressed in gorgeous kimonos. The bright colors of the kimonos were flying everywhere, making it impossible for him to tell who was who.

"The Second Miss is back..."

Someone shouted near the door.

Wearing a white kimono and with a gentle and delicate temperament, Tachibana Mihoko appeared with the aura of a good wife.

"Ah, sister." She rushed towards Matsueda Shinsako immediately.

Everyone present heard how simple and kind her voice was, filled with longing for her sister.

But when Matsueda Shinsako heard this, she just felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Matsuko, go see your father."

At this time, the old lady suddenly said: "He had a headache this morning and couldn't get out of bed. He kept talking about you."

The little thoughts of the stepmother and her daughter are now revealed.

In order to get her away, they collectively attacked Qingxian, angered Qingxian and made him do something shameful, and then they turned around and attacked her, and finally accused her of being ignorant in front of their father... This trick, mother and daughter, was very skilled at it.

Qingxian must not be left here alone.

"I'll go right away..."

Matsueda Masako stood up and wanted to take Matsueda Kiyoaki with her.

But out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of someone walking in from the door, and I immediately felt relieved.

"what?"

Kiyoaki Matsueda's attention was drawn to it.

The person at the door appeared like a princess at the end.

She has a delicate oval face and picturesque eyebrows.

She is tall and wears a bright red kimono with golden chrysanthemums blooming at the hem.

The bright colors did not overshadow her, but instead highlighted her beauty.

Her hair was tied up behind her head, her delicate and bright face was looking forward, and she walked towards the only man with dignified and graceful steps.

The tea room is filled with colour.

Originally, Songeda Qingxian was already dazzled.

But as soon as she walked in, all the colorful colors in the room were suppressed, as if her bright red was the only thing left in the world.

This is the most beautiful one among all!
She walked over to Kiyoaki Matsueda, sat down slowly, and gently grasped his hand, as naturally as an old married couple who had been married for many years. She showed an intimate and apologetic smile on her face: "I have been busy with the store these days and haven't been home much. You won't blame me, right?"

Finally, she paused and called out, "Dear..."

All the slanders about their emotional discord disappeared with the word "dear".

(End of this chapter)