Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 3 He Was Eighteen That Year

The first thing Longchuan did after getting the document was not to go and question the woman immediately.

He first turned off the air conditioner in the room, then walked to the bathroom at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

This place is exclusive to Takako Takeda, and he and her daughter can only use the bathroom downstairs.

The bathroom had just been used that morning, and there was a strange sweetness in the air.

Longchuan Che once caught her secretly playing in the water here.

Her arms were voluptuous, her skin was full of life, and her expression at that moment was like a fish thrown onto the shore.

She was holding the shower head in her hand, and her long, fleshy legs were resting on the edge of the bathtub.

Longchuan Tetsu still remembers it vividly

But since then, Mrs. Takeda has forbidden anyone to approach this bathroom.

The warmth and humidity cause the mirrored glass in the mirrored bathroom to be covered with layers of moisture.

When Longchuan wiped it with his fingers, he could see that handsome face.

He is not bad looking, with a clear jawline and strong brow bones.

But the uneven hair that he had trimmed himself and the finger marks on his face that had not completely disappeared made him look a little disheveled.

This fingerprint was left by the woman's daughter.

Long Chuan Che sneered twice. He did not rush to retaliate. Instead, he ran some hot water and lay down in the bathtub to soak for a while.

This kind of bath was something he had never had the chance to enjoy in the past.

In the public bathroom downstairs, Takeda Akane despised him and only allowed him to take a shower.

Even though I have a relatively healthy body, I would shiver from the cold just by fetching a little water to take a bath once a day in this season.

"What a weak person."

Long Chuan Che muttered something as he looked at those memories. In his opinion, even if he couldn't leave this home, a tall boy with hands and feet had plenty of ways to make his life better.

His body, which had been doing housework for many years, was not strong, but he still had a thin layer of muscles.

When Longchuan stood up, his cold white skin reflected in the pool water had a crystal-like luster.

Casually wearing a bathrobe and with his active body, Longchuan Che left wet footprints on the ground.

On the first floor, in front of the dining table in the living room.

This two-story house has three living rooms on the second floor and a living room, utility room, kitchen, and a relatively small bathroom on the first floor.

This house is much smaller than the previous Takeda family's.

But there was no way out. The Takeda family experienced the Japanese financial bubble eighteen years ago, and Takeda Takako could only live here temporarily and enjoy the only servant.

Services by Ryuukawa Tetsu.

As usual, I was thinking about escaping this poor town and returning to life in Tokyo.

She heard the sound of dew drops falling on the ground, and the boy with wet hair and his hair combed back walking down the stairs made her stunned for a moment.

In the past, he always kept his head down and didn't notice it.

At this time, he raised his head, with distant eyes, and looked handsome.

She was surprised to find that the boy she had raised looked quite pleasing to the eye at this moment.

The moment of daze was only followed by complete anger.

"Ryukawa Tetsu, why are you wearing my clothes!?"

Takako Takeda was so furious.

The white bathrobe that Longchuan Tetsu was wearing was hers. It was made of velvet and was very expensive, and she only had this one.

"A little too small."

Longchuan Toru frowned slightly as he looked at the short cuffs on his arms. The clothes were a unisex style, but unfortunately, no matter how tall Takako Takeda was, she was still not big enough compared to him who was 1.80 meters tall.

"Is that the question?"

Takeda Takako slapped the table and stood up, twisting her slender waist and walking in front of Ryukawa Tetsu. There was the sound of firewood burning in the living room's stove.

The smoke rose into the sky through the iron pipes like long snakes of smoke. The temperature left by the burning made it so that even if one was only wearing a thin layer of clothing in the living room, one would not feel cold.

Longchuan smelled a faint citrus scent, and then saw Takako Takeda approaching from his perspective.

She was not tall, only reaching Longchuan's chin.

The light green sweater reveals her round shoulders, and her figure looks like a ripe peach.

His words were extremely sharp and vicious, but he intentionally maintained a noble aura.

At this time, she stood with her hands on her hips, raised her head and pointed at Longchuan with one finger.

"It seems that what Xiao Qian said is true. It is really dangerous for you to live at home at your age!"

Takako Takeda narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly. She actually enjoyed the gaze of Toru Ryukawa very much.

Full of desire and exploration.

This means that she is still attractive to men, but the majesty of the mistress does not allow such an offense.

"I'll teach you a lesson today."

Takeda Takako sneered and raised her tender little white hand, as if she was going to hit Longchuan's other face which was still presentable.

She knew her daughter hit him yesterday, but so what.

He was the one who had evil intentions first, and now he was looking at her with such a scrutinizing look. If her daughter could fight, then she could naturally fight too.

Her palm cut through the air flow just as Takeda Takako was about to appreciate the boy's humiliated look.

There was a "pop" sound.

The woman was slapped to the ground.

Five thick finger marks clearly appeared on her face, which looked like a peeled egg. The woman looked up at Longchuan in disbelief.

"you you."

The woman was stunned for two or three seconds. When she came to her senses, she pointed at Longchuan with trembling fingers. She was so angry that she couldn't even finish a sentence.

Longchuan guessed that she wanted to say, "How dare you hit me?", but now she seemed to have lost the ability to organize her words.

He walked to the stove and added a few pieces of firewood.

The living room is still the same living room, with a few baked oranges next to the fireplace.

In Japan, citrus fruits and kotatsu are indispensable in winter.

Longchuan Che picked up an orange, peeled it, took a piece and put it in his mouth. The warm, sour and sweet juice instantly filled his entire mouth.

"Mrs. Takeda, how long have you lived in Yamanashi?"

This was the first time that Ryukawa Toru called Takeda Takako "Madam". In the past, he always addressed her with a respectful title, "elder".

"Kneel down and apologize to me!"

There was a fierce look in Takeda Takako's eyes. Her bunted hair, white swan neck, and the handprints on her face made her feel inexplicably hot and humiliated.

"Kneel down? Good idea."

Longchuan Che sneered, then looked down at the woman's face.

I have to say that Takako Takeda is very good-looking.

She has a delicate and charming oval face, a high nose bridge, upturned eye corners, and slightly trembling eyelashes, which makes her look even more pitiful. Her mouth is trembling slightly, and she looks very soft, tender and smooth.

I want this arrogant woman to admit her fault to me.
No, to imprison this high and mighty woman, to force her to do something more painful than killing her, to tear off her stern and noble exterior, and to see her reveal a sad sense of humiliation.

"I saw it. [Intentional Guardianship Agreement]."

Longchuan Che took out the light piece of paper with a calm expression.

Mrs. Takeda was stunned for two seconds, and then her expression turned into disbelief.

(End of this chapter)