Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 60: I have no time to take care of the family, let me take care of it
The wet towel feels cold and rough.

Songeda Qingxian felt that the accumulated heat in his body was gradually being taken away and his tense muscles slowly relaxed.

The smooth muscles shine with youthful luster.

As if it made him feel a little itchy, Kiyoaki Matsueda thrust his chest forward, his chest muscles wet with sweat showing a hard texture like gems.

Matsueda Shinsako narrowed her eyes, as if she saw something dazzling.

A so-called man should exude a bright, shiny texture that is clearly visible to the naked eye at all times.

"What's that smell?" Songeda Qingxian suddenly sniffed a few times and it seemed to be the scent of lilies.

Matsueda Masako also remained silent.

She still remembers the feeling of secretly taking out lily perfume from her mother's dressing table and spraying it on herself when she was fifteen years old. Her mother praised that the perfume suited her very well. Since then, lily perfume has become the most solemn and precious scent in her life.

Now she is forty years old, but she still has the mood of being fifteen years old, trying to make herself exude a faint fragrance.

"Are you sick?" Kiyoaki Matsueda frowned.

She was probably sick. Her beauty was self-evident, but her expression was very strange at this moment, as if she was pretending to be young.

Matsueda Shinsako suddenly came to her senses, her face was flustered for a moment, and then she regained her coolness.

She retracted her white and tender hand, sat back down beside the tea table, and said coldly, "I read the newspaper this morning and found some old literary figures accusing you. Now, let's see what else you can do."

"Are you waiting to see me make a fool of myself again?" Kiyokatsu Matsueda looked at her who was wearing cool clothes.

"In short, you should give up your unrealistic dreams and those stupid childish ideas as soon as possible and get back to reality!" Matsueda Shinsako changed her tone to a lecturing one, boiling water and making tea on the tea table. "Japan is a society that values ​​seniority and seniority. You have offended so many seniors when you just entered the industry. You will suffer in the future. Instead of diving in and then coming to your senses after being humiliated, it is better not to go in at all and just be a good househusband."

Kiyoaki Matsueda didn't hear clearly what she said because his attention was drawn to his legs.

Matsue Masako narrowed her narrow eyes, with a faint smile on her lips, and said with contempt and ridicule: "Oh, dirty man!"

Just as Matsueda Kiyoaki was about to retort, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

"You little Mishima boy, get out here!"

"Roar, roar, I'm going to make a scene today!"

There was a sound of two men yelling, accompanied by the sound of baseball bats hitting an iron door.

Matsueda Masako frowned and stood up to go see, but subconsciously looked at her cool clothes and couldn't help looking embarrassed... She didn't want to appear in front of outsiders like this.

"I'll go, you stay quiet."

After putting on his shirt, Kiyoaki Matsueda stood up and walked out of the courtyard.

Through the iron gate, you can see a man with a Mohawk and a blond hair outside.

The two men were holding baseball bats and banging on the railings. When they saw Matsueda Kiyoaki coming out, they said arrogantly, "Hey, you are Mishima, right?"

"Who are you?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda calmly.

"Listen carefully, we are from the Inagawa Society. We are here today to inform you that you should pay this month's security fee!"

"Security costs?"

"Yes, I promise you won't be beaten by our people in the future."

"Oh~"

This is to collect protection money.

It just so happens that I can try professional-level free fighting, and Matsueda Kiyoaki is itching to try it out.

The iron gate opened, and the two hooligans laughed wildly at the young man who came out in a polite manner. This morning, they received an order from the second young lady, saying that a weak and ignorant writer had harassed the eldest young lady, and asked them to come and give him a good beating... Looking at the young man who came out, the two hooligans laughed disdainfully.

That’s all, and you still want to seduce their eldest daughter?
Really desperate.

Let us teach you a lesson!

five minutes later.

"Stop hitting me! Teacher Mishima, please stop hitting me. Someone's going to die..."

"I'm giving you money. I haven't spent any of my New Year's money or the money I earned from working. I'm giving it all to you. Don't fight me anymore. Woo..."

"I was wrong. I was really wrong..."

"Mr. Mishima, spare my life..."

Seeing the two men kneeling on the ground begging for mercy with bruised faces and noses, Matsueda Kiyoaki stopped in time and said condescendingly: "You should know how high the status of a writer is in Japan. If I don't want you and your boss to appear on the legal TV program, don't harass me in the future."

"Yes, yes, we will definitely remember it."

"I'm so sorry, there won't be a next time..."

The two of them ran away with their heads held together. After walking away, they looked at the bruises on each other's faces and couldn't help but doubt their lives: "Is this the weak scholar that the second young lady mentioned?"

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After dealing with the two inexplicable people, Kiyoaki Matsueda received a call from the editor, who said anxiously that she had something to discuss and asked whether she should come over or he should go over.

"I'll go."

Having said that, Kiyoaki Matsueda hung up the phone.

He walked back to the tea room and looked at Masako, who was waiting for him like a husband waiting for his wife, and said, "The two hooligans have been chased away."

"Oh, where are you from? Should we call the police?"

"It's no use calling the police now. I warned them, I hope it helps a little."

"Oh~"

"I have to go out."

"Wait, take this." Matsueda Shinsako threw a shopping bag.

"Did you buy this?" Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at the things inside.

"These are rubbish I got from the mall lottery. I thought if I threw them away they would be picked up by homeless people, so I might as well bring them back and use them as rags." Matsueda Shinsako said coldly.

"When will you learn to love?" Matsueda Kiyaki asked sarcastically.

These words made Matsueda Shinsako look away unnaturally, her cheeks burning.

After a while, he came out of the shower and changed his shoes at the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

Looking at the brand new pair of brown socks on his feet, Matsueda Shinsako smiled with relief.

At this moment, she felt the meaning of life.

Qingxue, just focus on your career. If you don't have time to take care of your family, let me take care of it for you...

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It’s Monday, and I’m asking for a monthly ticket to get on the new book list.

(End of this chapter)