Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 72 Worrying about gains and losses
Shinsako Matsueda has been feeling a little restless lately.

The hot sales of Ah Qing's new book made her lose the bet.

For this reason, she began to feel uneasy from the 10th.

Afraid not to come.

I am even more afraid of chaos.

In the past few days, she has been feeling listless and sleepy during the day.

As a result, I found myself very awake at night and often tossed and turned until midnight before falling asleep.

I woke up in a daze in the morning and heard birds singing in the yard. I felt inexplicably happy and a strange expectation surged in my heart.

In this state, the body feels as if it has lost weight and is floating in the air like a balloon.

But she was the only one who was worried about gains and losses, so this joy was empty.

Her body would not float more than a few meters high before exploding like a balloon, and she fell back to the ground, feeling lost and nameless only.

I was restless and wanted to move my body, but I was too exhausted to do anything.

I can't even practice yoga anymore.

Matsueda Masako felt that her drowsy and melancholy mood was exactly like the little woman in the classical story who was sad about the passing of spring.

Oh, how shameful!

She thought to herself, how could she, the mistress of a noble family, be so delicate and timid...

Life or death, come quickly...

She pleaded so in her heart, but until the evening of the 14th, Matsueda Kiyoaki did not mention this matter.

He wouldn't have forgotten, would he?
During dinner, Matsueda Shinsako wanted to speak several times.

But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he suddenly felt that it was very shameless, so he quickly swallowed them back and did not say a word during the whole meal.

"Go clean up the tea room and the bathroom."

After dinner, Matsueda Masako and Matsueda Kiyoaki said.

Kiyoaki Matsueda glanced at her, said nothing, and nodded silently.

More than ten minutes later, Matsueda Shinsako also went to the tea room.

It was not yet completely dark, and the tea room was bathed in the blood-red sunset, looking a little desolate. He was waving a broom alone towards the courtyard.

Perhaps because the sunset was too sad, his figure, lonelier than ever, was imprinted deep into Matsueda Shinsako's soul... Standing at the threshold and staring at him, it was as if she saw through his lonely nature for the first time.

As a result, her heart was tormented by intense guilt and she wanted to go forward and comfort him.

However, his loneliness was so solid that no one could exploit it.

Shinsako Matsueda had to stop.

Her heart was filled with tenderness, which repeatedly trampled on her rationality, making her want to just kneel down and apologize to him.

As long as he could forgive her, she would do anything.

But when her thoughts reached the most critical moment, the strong character she had developed since childhood still prevented her from lowering her posture and admitting her mistake and apologizing.

At this time, Matsueda Kiyoaki noticed her standing in the darkness, turned around and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Is it clean?" Matsueda Shinsako said with a stern look.

Songzhi Qingxian nodded: "It's cleaned up."

Masako Matsueda took off her shoes and stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor of the tea room.

Kiyoaki Matsueda stood aside with his head lowered.

That noble and cold face, her eyes were as cold as ever, and there was a temperament that kept people at a distance.

Matsueda Shinsako walked around, came in front of him, and slightly lifted her feet.

Still a little gray.

"I told you that dust shouldn't be allowed to remain in any gap. Come here and take a good look. Why are my feet dirty here?" Her eyes were cold, and her voice was free of any emotion.

"It's just been cleaned, but it hasn't been wiped clean yet, so this is the case." Kiyoaki Matsueda explained.

Matsueda Shinsako glanced at him and said, "Do you want me to teach you how to apply it?"

"I see……"

Kiyoaki Matsueda felt something was strange. She was inexplicably irritable tonight.

It was as if she was back to the time when he first married into the family. She disliked everything he did.

But in the past few months, her attitude has obviously improved.

Why are you eating gunpowder tonight?

I must have eaten something wrong and got diarrhea.

Kiyoaki Matsueda assumed the utmost ill will towards her, took out a rag and bucket, and began to mop the floor.

The setting sun over the courtyard was as fiery as fire, and it was beautiful beyond words.

Shinsako Matsueda came to the recliner, lay down as usual, and admired the sunset in the sky.

The smoky, melancholy sunset makes people feel sad.

The light gradually weakened and became hazy.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was wiping the floor, glancing at her from time to time.

Her face was slightly reflected by the sunset, and her eyes were beautiful and bright.

The evening breeze ruffled her hair slightly.

In Kiyoaki Matsueda's eyes, she was like a goddess even when she didn't speak.

Shinsako Matsueda looked back several times, with a look of intoxication in her eyes that oblivious to the people around her.

When she narrowed her eyes and turned her face to one side, at that moment, the rich and sensual beauty of her face was clearly revealed.

It seemed as if the whole world was highlighting her beauty.

This is incredible! This might be the reincarnation of Daji... Kiyaki Matsueda gave her the highest praise.

Nothing happened that night. In the dead of night, lying alone in bed, Matsueda Shinsako felt hot all over and could not sleep.

I finally fell asleep and had a dream. After waking up, I fell back into sleep in a daze.

This night's sleep is like noodles made of glutinous rice flour.

It has no stickiness and cannot be stretched at all. I woke up five or six times overnight.

I tossed and turned for most of the night before finally falling into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was a sunny day and it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

She is the only one at home.

Get up slowly, wash slowly, and eat something.

Just at noon, she suddenly received a call. The Kasumi Hall, an organization composed of old nobles, invited her to attend a tea party at Gotokuji Temple at 2 pm.

An invitation from the Kasumi Hall...

The Matsueda family hasn't received any calls from them for ten years.

And the few times I had the privilege of attending before, I was always a marginal figure.

After this phone call, the mistress was suddenly filled with pride.

Restoring the family's glory seems to be right before our eyes.

She sat in front of the makeup mirror, picked up a small green bottle, and solemnly applied a few drops of lily perfume on her palm to her temples.

She applied lipstick carefully, but then felt it was too bright and wiped it off with a lace handkerchief.

Her face without any makeup is still as white as snow, and her plump cheeks and healthy blood color make her look full of vitality.

She is forty years old this year. She has a noble and cold appearance, but a pure heart.

She has strict family education, keeps herself clean, and never does anything that would bring disgrace to the family...

Of course that was in the past.

Who knows in the future...

After dressing up carefully, I put on a kimono and headed to Gotokuji Temple for the meeting.

Thanks to Aqing, this time, she was no longer a marginal figure, but became the focus of the aristocratic tea party. Everyone who was present came over to talk to her in person, and their tone revealed eagerness and envy.

These remnants of the aristocracy of the old era value reputation the most.

In Japan today, the most prestigious group is of course the great writers.

The resentment that had been pent up in her heart for nearly ten years was cleared away in one day. The proud and triumphant mistress of the Matsueda family found everything cute in her eyes.

After leaving the tea party, she still couldn't calm down, so she simply walked into the store and bought a bunch of unnecessary bits and pieces: strawberry-flavored toothpaste, colorful towels, 6-color ballpoint pens...

After shopping and returning home, she suddenly had an idea.

Kiyoaki Matsueda's room was opened for the first time.

As a "single" man's house, this room is clean and odorless.

The quilt was neatly folded and there was no garbage on the floor.

The walls are a bit old, and the floor tiles are yellowed but they are mopped and clean.

The small items on the desk were neatly arranged, and the globe was wiped clean of dust.

"There's no computer, no computer chair, and I also need to buy a reading light..." Matsueda Shinsako wrote down the things that were missing and hurried to the furniture store.

Although I have picked out the items, it will take until tomorrow, which is the 6th, for them to be delivered to my door because it is almost time to get off work.

When she paid the bill, she also felt the pain.

But when she thought of Kiyoaki Matsueda's surprised expression when he saw these, she felt that the money was well spent.

After shopping, I returned home and it was already evening.

It was a little foggy that evening. The distinction between dusk and fog was not very clear, and the sky was hazy.

Matsueda Masako was still very excited and couldn't sit still. After lying on the recliner in front of the tea room for a while, she got up and went to the warehouse to get a bamboo rake, raked up the fallen leaves and dead grass in the courtyard and set them on fire.

Thick smoke billowed up.

Her figure was blurred by the firelight. The cool evening breeze of autumn blew her hair, making her look particularly beautiful in the fog.

"elder sister!"

There was a shout from the door.

Shinsako Matsueda looked over and immediately disgust appeared in her eyes.

Tachibana Mihoko naturally saw that she was unwelcome, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling a wave of bitterness.

But suddenly, a smile appeared between my sister's eyebrows.

She subconsciously looked back.

The setting sun fell below the slope, and the sunset glowed as red as a fire.

The young man's head appeared first, and against the backdrop of the deep red background, his clean neck, broad shoulders, strong torso, and long legs slowly emerged from the bottom of the ramp.

The human figure is naturally clear and distinct against the pine branches.

He turned his back to the setting sun, his shadow stretching forward under his feet, and walked back with leisurely but not slow steps.

"I am back."

Kiyoaki Matsueda walked into the open door.

Without even glancing at anyone else, he walked straight up to Masako, his smile showing a strong presence that was clearly visible to the naked eye, as dazzling as a bush of leaves bathed in sunlight.

Matsueda Shinsako's eyes met his young and dazzling smiling face.

"Go and get ready, then come back to me." Matsueda Kiyokatsu said with a smile, his voice as refreshing as the morning breeze.

At this moment, Matsueda Shinsako felt a breathtaking pleasure.

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I'm so sleepy after staying up late to write, please give me a monthly ticket

(End of this chapter)