Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 77 Qingxue, I'm sorry...

The door opened again and Matsueda Shinsako looked up.

Against the light from the living room, Matsueda Kiyoaki walked in slowly and turned on the light in the room.

In the soft and bright light, his handsome and delicate face appeared before her eyes like a paper-cut silhouette from the Cocoa era. Even Matsueda Shinsako, who was already very familiar with this face, could not help but be impressed by his handsomeness once again.

Whenever he appears, the air feels fresh.

Just like replacing the old flowers in the vase with fresh ones.

If such a man were a doctor, the female patients would blush as soon as they saw him, fall in love with him at first sight, and seek him for medical treatment frequently in the future - even though it is not covered by medical insurance and they have to pay for it out of their own pocket.

Shinsako Matsueda's thoughts were a little off track.

Seeing her in a daze, Matsueda Kiyoaki asked, "Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

"Ah? Oh..."

Matsueda Shinsako came to her senses and quickly stood up.

She still had that aloof aura that kept people at a distance. She lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands and slowly knelt to salute: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Well, great progress!

"I need to write something, so get me a drink and give me a massage."

"OK……"

There was barley tea in a plastic bottle in the room, so Matsueda Shinsako didn't have to leave the room.

Kiyoaki Matsueda sat down at the desk, picked up a pen and prepared to write.

But when I thought about the massage I would be enjoying later, it would be inconvenient to write with a pen, so I took out my cell phone.

"Please have some tea." Matsueda Shinsako poured barley tea into his cup and brought it over.

The voice is still so cold.

"Give me a shoulder massage," ordered Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Shinsako Matsueda came behind him and gently placed her small hands on his shoulders and massaged them.

“Is the strength okay?”

"A little bigger."

"how about this?"

"Almost there, keep it up." Kiyoaki Matsueda leaned back in his chair, opened the memo on his phone, and wrote down the information he had just found.

With the talent of [Superior Memory], he can almost remember everything he sees.

What he had just looked up was an arson case that shocked Japan on the night of July 1950, 7 - the burning of the Kinkaku-ji Temple.

Kinkaku-ji Temple is a three-story wooden pavilion located in Kyoto.

Originally named Rokuon-ji Temple, it is famous for the dazzling gold foil covering the exterior walls of its two and three floors, hence the name Kinkaku-ji Temple.

The Golden Pavilion is located by the mountains and the water. When the sunlight shines down, the water surface and the Golden Pavilion itself emit dazzling light at the same time.

It was as if gods and Buddhas suddenly appeared in the world, brilliant and solemn.

But the Kinkakuji Temple that people see now is the restored one.

As early as 1950, such a beautiful building was burned down.

The arsonist was a trainee monk in the temple at the time. He was so jealous of the beauty of Kinkaku-ji that he became filled with hatred and finally decided to make this building, which was so beautiful that it made people feel ashamed of itself, disappear from the world completely.

Kiyoaki Matsueda recorded various reports and case files from that year and kept them for future use in interviews.

The trainee monk set fire to the Kinkaku-ji Temple because he was jealous of its beauty.

This reason is weird...

Only after reading the book in depth can you perhaps find the answer.

Suddenly, Matsueda Kiyoaki turned around and looked at Masako, whispering softly: "The ultimate beauty is destruction and the end..."

"what?"

Matsueda Shinsako looked at him in confusion.

In terms of beauty and majesty, she has indeed achieved the ultimate. Her upper body tapers at the waist, but there is no trace of fragility or roughness, and she still looks plump and elegant.

The whole body is soft and smooth, full of youthful elasticity.

Matsueda Kiyoaki said to her, "Sit down and put your feet up."

Shinsako Matsueda was a little nervous, but she had to do as she was told and raised her little feet obediently.

He didn't do anything but tickle her.

ten minutes later.

Songzhi Qingxian looked down at her, frowning, gritting his teeth and enduring, still looking beautiful. This shows that the ultimate beauty is not necessarily destruction, it seems that it can become even more beautiful.

"It seems that you are really ticklish." Matsueda Kiyoaki let go of his hand.

Matsueda Masako had a cold face and her body had just relaxed.

"Do you want to try again?" Matsueda Kiyoaki suddenly reached out again.

"don't want……"

Masako Matsueda subconsciously grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and prepared to resist.

But he was just trying to scare her and didn't even move his hands.

Seeing her angry look, Songzhi Qingxian smiled and said, "Go get some water to wash my feet."

It was already late at night and there was no one in the living room. Matsueda Shinsako finally let go of her worries and went to the bathroom to get a basin of water and a new towel.

The basin of hot water was placed on the ground and she squatted down.

Kiyoaki Matsueda put his feet in the hot water.

Matsueda Shinsako frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

This proud woman who had been strong all her life knelt down on her knees and reached her hands into the basin to wash the young man's feet.

Her little hands seemed to have turned into nimble little fish in the water, swimming between her feet.

It feels a bit itchy, but not uncomfortable.

Of course, compared with sensory comfort, the psychological sense of accomplishment is greater.

"Is this okay?" Matsueda Shinsako looked up at him.

That noble face, red lips, reflected the light, and the black eyes shone brightly.

Kiyoaki Matsueda said nothing, but just reached out his hand.

She lowered her head obediently.

Her gorgeous hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head and pinned with a hairpin.

Songeda Qingxian took off her hairpin and watched the gorgeous black hair falling down like a thread, slightly covering her beautiful profile.

Shinsako Matsueda lowered her head even lower, biting her lower lip with her teeth, her heart filled with guilt.

then……

"Dong Dong~"

There is a knock on the door.

The two people in the room were startled.

"Who is it?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda guiltily.

"It's me. I have something to tell you." Songzhi Qingxue said outside the door.

Kiyoaki Matsueda immediately lowered his head and looked at Masako, who looked panicked and shook her head desperately.

"If we don't let her in at a time like this, she'll get suspicious."

"But what should I do..."

"Hide under the bed..."

"what?"

"Hurry up, it's too late."

At his urging, Matsueda Shinsako hurriedly hid under the bed.

I just heard the door open and Songzhi Qingxue walked in. She seemed to sit down on the desk, with her legs slightly crossed, standing on the side of the chair.

What's up so late?

Shinsako Matsueda pricked up her ears curiously.

"What's the matter?" Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at her.

Songzhi Qingxue was also looking at him, with a slight smile on her lips, but her eyes were not smiling.

Those clear eyes, gazing at him deeply, flow with a different kind of incomprehensible emotion.

It is really hard to describe these eyes. The narrow and charming lines and the expression are exactly the same as my mother's.

"I want to ask, what can you do to stay?" she suddenly said softly.

Hey, what!
Is he leaving?
After understanding this meaning, Matsueda Shinsako's face turned pale instantly.

(End of this chapter)