Uneasy daily life

I've heard that writers and other creative individuals have a peculiar trait: they experience intense constipation when someone is watching them.

"What are you writing?" Yukinoshita's father asked with a chuckle. "Destroying the world or saving the world?"

Bai Ying: "The teacher was giving a boring lesson that I barely understood, and the classroom, filled with dozens of students, was silent. Suddenly, terrorists stormed the school. In the chaos, the usually unremarkable protagonist stepped forward and took down the terrorists one by one..."

Yukinoshita's father paused for a moment, then pondered, "It sounds absurd, yet quite interesting."

Bai Ying: "According to unscientific research, it is said that male students generally have this kind of fantasy, and what they have in common is that external forces break down the school, and they take the opportunity to show off and make everyone exclaim, etc."

"Heh, what a naive and strange imagination. It wouldn't be good if such a thing actually happened," Yukinoshita's father commented with a smile, then asked again, "So what are you writing?"

Very good! I saw it! This brat's brow twitched, his eye twitched, and the sound of typing on the keyboard grew louder—hehehe, constipated, huh? Can't write anymore, can't he? Because he has to pay attention to me next to him, he can't concentrate on creating, right!

Bai Ying: "I'm writing a story about a poor young man who gets a rich girl pregnant, but his father-in-law refuses to acknowledge the relationship and cruelly breaks them up..."

It can't be said to be purely fictional; it's just that it's all coincidence.

"Oh," Yukinoshita's father said dismissively, "Then your father-in-law will find that his daughter's attitude is extremely resolute, even willing to take up real swords and fight him to the death. *Clang*"

Bai Ying continued, "Helplessly, my father-in-law, filled with rage, kicked his daughter and that wild boy out of the house, severing all help and ties..."

“However, they don’t need their father-in-law’s business.” Yukino’s father snorted. “Long before they came home to confront each other, the two of them had achieved some results and had their own businesses and accomplishments. Although they couldn’t compare to their father-in-law’s large business, they could live comfortably as a family.”

Bai Ying's eyes sharpened: "This poor boy, wanting a better life for the young lady, is eyeing his father-in-law's business and hoping to gain his approval. His father-in-law has set up a life-or-death test for him..."

"He thought about it and decided to go home and watch TV with his wife." Yukinoshita's father curled his lip and pulled the plot back, "What do you mean by giving her a better life, so you have to pursue the family business? Not only do you want money, but you also have to put on a show of benevolence? You're not a good character."

"what……"

Bai Ying sighed, while Xue Shita's father laughed out loud.

Alright, alright! I've finally found this kid's weakness! I'll make him suffocate...

"The poor boy unties the young lady's kimono..."

"What the hell?!"

"Oh no, it should be that the young lady stripped the poor boy naked..."

"climb!"

Despicable! So shameless and unpredictable, he's got the makings of something!

But just wait and see!

Tonight, watch me orchestrate a series of alliances at the dinner table, and I'll make you, you wretched creature, bow down and submit...

The middle goddess calmly lowered her head to eat, the little goddess looked around with complicated eyes, the big goddess was absent-minded and silent, and the father-in-law... the father-in-law seemed to have returned to that time more than ten years ago, and the family dinner table was eaten with the solemnity of a state banquet.

The air was filled with a strange atmosphere, as if everyone was eating but not at the same table, as if the place had already fallen apart.

Something's not right, what happened?

The father in Yukinoshita has a kind of suddenly outdated version, and he's confused about all of this.

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Old Road

Outside the wide-open main hall, the night still held a lingering shyness, making even the breath seem more alluring.

On the spacious dining table, the aroma of the delicious food, a result of a hard day's work, is mouthwatering.

The chairs surrounding the room, supporting a heart full of thoughts, make the scenery and food seem less appealing.

While quietly eating her meal, Yukino Yukinoshita unconsciously frowned and pondered, observing her grandfather and mother's attitudes.

Although I vaguely grasped the general idea, I still couldn't find a way to approach the problem.

The mother's inability to forgive was definitely not meant as disgust. If she really hated him, she wouldn't have brought her and her sister to visit Grandpa in the first place.

So, is it more likely that it means he doesn't know how to forgive?

So how can I interfere? I have absolutely no clue what to do.

But then again... Grandpa is quite like Mom when he's angry. Just a little bit of anger on his face makes people feel uneasy and inexplicably scared.

"Come on! Today is a rare moment for the family to get together, perfect for a drink!"

Suddenly, Yukinoshita's father put down his chopsticks, took out a bottle of wine with a kind face, poured a glass, and placed it smoothly and naturally in front of Shiro, looking every bit like an outlaw.

Two disgruntled gazes instantly fell upon Yukinoshita's father, then seemed to touch each other as if sensing something, before falling silent simultaneously.

Yukinoshita's mother and uncle looked like they wanted to say something but hesitated, and continued to eat in silence.

"Brother, you mustn't!" Bai Ying quickly declined, "Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

“That’s called ‘not allowed in principle’,” Yukino’s father said skillfully, urging the man to drink. “As the saying goes, ‘If the people don’t complain, the officials won’t investigate…”

"Does my brother have some misunderstanding about the situation?"

Bai Ying shrugged: "Among everyone here, who do you think wouldn't report you?"

What do you mean, "Who wouldn't report me?" What a joke! I...

Yukino's father looked around. The little goddess was too serious—he'd pick another one. The middle goddess was too chaotic…no, that didn't work either. The great goddess was even more serious…still didn't seem quite right…his father-in-law didn't seem to like her much, that was also wrong…this wretched child…

The smile gradually faded.

“I’ll definitely report myself, so I’m punishing myself with this drink.”

With tears in his eyes, the father drank the entire cup in one gulp, then chuckled and poured a cup for his father-in-law: "Dad, it seems it's still just the two of us who have to drink."

"If you two get completely drunk again, you can sleep in the yard tonight."

Yukinoshita's mother glanced at the two men.

"Why do you care so much?" Yukinoshita snorted, took a sip of her wine, and said, "I didn't care about you much before, did I? Your mother usually takes better care of you... If I had cared more about you before, things wouldn't have turned out like this... Really."

Grandpa Yukinoshita exhaled, glancing sideways at the white figure with a rather unfriendly look.

“That’s right, that’s right.” Bai Ying nodded repeatedly. “If Godfather disciplines Auntie more, she will definitely be able to meet your requirements and become an excellent daughter.”

"What kind of advice are you offering?" Old man Yukinoshita downed his drink, picked up a few peanuts and chewed them noisily. He glared at the white figure, getting angrier the more he thought about it. The drink eased his hesitation and hesitancy, and he let out a sigh of relief. "I said... what sweet talk did you use, what kind of tricks did you pull?"

"We're currently in the dating phase. My godfather is too dramatic; it hasn't gotten to the exciting part yet. Of course, there's a lot of sweet talk and plenty of scheming..."

Bai Ying gave an example: "To put it metaphorically, it's like appearing by your aunt's side when you're young, letting her see in advance that gaining her approval is impossible, then accumulating strength, waiting for the right moment, usurping the throne and making your adoptive father a figurehead, and from then on, your aunt ascends the throne as empress, leading the Yukinoshita family to a new peak... Emotions are like water accumulated in a lake; no matter how cold and hard a person is, their heart will break when touched."

Yukinoshita's father's eyes widened. "You little brat, are you trying to put pressure on me?!"

Yukino Yukinoshita and Haruno Yukinoshita couldn't help but give their boyfriends strange looks—what nonsense are you spouting at the family dinner?!

"Heh." Old Master Yukinoshita chuckled slightly, and whether it was drunken talk or not, he clearly said, "You're quite the shrewd one, able to juggle multiple relationships. Don't you know how to deal with people? With her constantly arguing with me, doing whatever she thinks is absurd, and always trying to be superior to others... how is she going to manage the family business? Does she think she can just say whatever she wants and everyone will do it? What good is being capable? This is a society of individuals. If you want to inherit the family business, you have to know how to deal with people."

The mother ate her meal calmly under the snow without replying.

Yukinoshita's father felt a chill in his heart; there was a dangerous aura—the great goddess was probably not in a good mood!

"Yes, yes, all our friendships are built over drinks. Come, let me fill Dad's glass!" Yukino's father quickly poured the wine, raised his glass, and, feigning embarrassment, began to reminisce about the past. "Speaking of which, when Yukino was born, Dad and I had a fight, which made you leave in anger. Now we've left them with some problems, and I'm truly sorry..."

"You're not wrong. A man should protect his wife. You're quite capable for daring to say that to my face."

The old man left room for maneuver and refrained from exposing the son-in-law's dark history.

However, the women present had already heard about his shouting that he was impotent.

Yukinoshita's father could only manage an awkward but polite smile, quickly glossing over the matter to avoid his wicked child bringing it up again: "Anyway, it all happened more than ten years ago. Back then, I was young and impetuous, and I didn't think before I spoke..."

"I see." Bai Ying nodded and said, "Godfather chose to retire because he was very satisfied with my eldest brother."

"Who would be satisfied with a guy like that!" Yukinoshita immediately retorted, pointing and gesturing, "Glib-tongued, smooth-talking, full of schemes..."

"Haha, you're too kind..."

Is your father-in-law very satisfied with you? Then why did he always criticize you every time we met before? Is this how he expresses his satisfaction?

Yukinoshita's father chuckled twice, then downed a glass of wine, when suddenly he felt something was amiss.

boom.

Yukinoshita's mother put down her bowl and said calmly, "Father, let's practice after dinner."

Grandpa Yukinoshita paused for a moment, vaguely recalling some past events, and replied decisively, "Alright! Talking a lot is no substitute for stretching your muscles!"

The group looked at each other in confusion, then suddenly focused their attention on the white figure eating rice.

Without a doubt, it was this guy who started the fire!

From disagreements to a cold war silence, and then to preparations for action...

What's next? A decisive battle at the Forbidden City? To prove who is the greatest Aikido master under the snow?

"Wait!" Yukino Yukinoshita put down her bowl, frowning as she spoke, "Grandpa! Mother! Can't you just say what you mean? Why do you resort to a fight when you can't reason with someone?!"

Yukino Yukinoshita rested her chin on her hand: "Yeah, yeah, now it's a problem who to cheer for."

"You all need to calm down," Yukinoshita's father panicked. "Dad, you're so old..."

Grandpa Yukinoshita pouted and said, "If you could lift the halberd on the shelf and swing it twenty times in one go, then I'd admit I'm old."

Yukinoshita's father turned to look at the white figure: "Go! Swing the halberd twenty times!"

"Things are hard to explain, but taking action will naturally clarify them."

"My mother said calmly under the snow."

"Compared to you two being this kid's girlfriends, what's the big deal about sparring?" Yukinoshita put down her wine glass, not intending to continue drinking. "Eat, eat. You're all talking too much instead of eating properly."

"Eating only fills the physical hunger; I believe it should be accompanied by stories to fill the spiritual hunger."

However, this chicken soup is really delicious, and it's even better when soaked in rice; the more you eat, the more fragrant it becomes.

Bai Ying took a bite of rice soaked in soup and said seriously, "Of course, the story is purely fictional. If there are any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, please feel free to take your seats."

"What are you trying to say, kid?"

Yukinoshita's father was utterly exasperated. He was trying his best to change the subject and ease the tension, but you immediately launched into a duel between the two sides! Damn it! Are you trying to make things worse by having too much harmony at home?! And thinking about what happened before… are you trying to add fuel to the fire?!

"The lonely and desolate old man looked at the two people before him, and a sense of melancholy welled up in his heart, as if he could see the conflict of that day again..."

……

……

The old woman had two children. One was always incompetent and unable to meet any expectations. Her only redeeming quality was her diligence and effort, but because she accomplished nothing, her diligence and effort only highlighted her incompetence. The other child was much more capable and always perfectly met her requirements.

The elderly tend to be more or less biased towards children who are incompetent, and are less strict with them.

But it's harmless.

The capable child doesn't necessarily have much respect for the elderly; it's just that they can't deny the connection that exists between them. Compared to the elderly, the capable child is closer to the incapable child.

Conversely, the incompetent child deeply respects the elderly and constantly tries to gain their praise and approval.

As the elderly couple grew older, the two children eventually couldn't avoid their conflicts.

As the old man's children, who will inherit the sword that can grant any wish? Who will obtain this immense power? Who will sit on the old man's throne? Who will defeat the opponent and prove themselves to be the true victor?

There can only be one true victor, and only one.

"I will not show any mercy. I will show you the gap that is insurmountable."

The capable child said this.

"I will not give up in order to become my father's successor!"

The incompetent child remains unchanged; diligence and hard work are her greatest weapons, even if these weapons are so fragile that she pays no attention to countering the opponent.

She cast aside her hesitation, envy, jealousy, and all sorts of complicated memories, and focused intently on drawing her weapon, abandoning all doubt and hesitation.

Because we are weak, we must focus all our efforts.

The capable child slowly drew his sword, then suddenly hesitated before speaking, "Do we really need to..."

puff!

The blade pierced through his heart, and the helpless child was stunned, never expecting that he had won from the very beginning.

The capable child thought he could dodge it, but he couldn't dodge the sword at all.

"Is this what you wanted? Fine."

The abruptly stopped murmur left the helpless child stunned and panicked, his mind filled with memories of the other person—was the result of his earnestness and hard work to plunge a sword into the heart of someone close to him?

She picked up the dead man, stepped onto the throne, and tried to seek the old man's help, only to find him sitting on the throne, leaning on his sword, already turned into a silent statue.

I failed to gain the other person's approval. I won everything, yet I lost everything.