Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 101 I used to be chaste and conservative, just because I hadn’t met the right man
Matsueda Masako's mother was a daughter of the Tokugawa family. She had been influenced by elegant culture since birth and participated in the New Year and poetry gatherings held in the palace every year.

My mother's girlhood was happy, but also filled with post-war sadness.

In my memory, my mother has always retained the feminine characteristics of the early Showa period, and has a hairstyle that covers her ears, which was popular at the time.

After getting married, she still maintained an aristocratic life.

She liked American black-and-white movies and Kabuki actors, and still maintained a feudal concept of love that is simply unimaginable today. It seemed that she had never had anything like a "dream of girlhood."

Masako Matsueda grew up under the education of this kind of woman.

Generally speaking, the upbringing a girl receives in her teenage years - that tone of life - will dominate her life.

Masako's girlhood was the era before the bubble burst.

It was a sweet, emotional and extremely lyrical era.

Masako Matsueda inherited her mother's very traditional emotional concepts and her father's strong and independent character.

A traditional, conservative but strong-willed Masako was born and shone brightly in Girls' Generation.

Once, she went back to her grandmother's house with her father and participated in the ancestor worship ceremony as a relative.

After the ancestor worship, my father, grandmother, aunts and uncles, accompanied by a Taoist priest, walked along the artificial lake and rockery waterfall to admire the red autumn leaves.

When we reached the bottom of the rockery, grandma asked curiously, "What's going on? Why does the water flow at the waterfall split into two branches like that?"

My father also thought something was odd, so he raised his hand to block the sunlight and looked up to see what was going on.

"It seems like something is blocking the mouth of the waterfall." My aunt said to the wizard.

The wizard looked at the waterfall for a while and figured out something, but because today was the important day for ancestor worship, he didn't dare to say it out loud. Moreover, most people present had already figured it out, but no one dared to point it out.

"Isn't that a dead black dog?"

Masako, who was only fifteen years old, spoke bluntly in front of all the elders.

Then, everyone showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and started talking about the black dog's body.

Grandma ordered the maid to call the housekeeper who neglected his duties and gave him a scolding. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.

Just when the atmosphere was awkward, Masako said, "A dog is also a life. Since we have seen it, it is a kind of fate. We should bury it and build a tomb for it, and pray for its afterlife."

When the mage heard this, he had a way to alleviate the situation, and hurriedly said, "It is such a great fortune to have you ladies pray for its afterlife. It will definitely be reborn as a human in the next life. The ladies present will also have a good deed, and will be able to turn misfortune into fortune in the future."

Ancestor worship is a solemn event. In this situation, encountering the corpse of a black dog is undoubtedly a very unlucky thing.

Thanks to Masako's words and the wizard's quick response, the nature of the incident was reversed.

While burying the dead dog, Masako walked into the flowers and planned to pick some.

A small, brightly colored snake slid down the flower stem.

The little snake wrapped around her lovely, pure white ankles in a flattering manner.

It looks like a pet trying to please its owner.

But in fact, the little snake opened its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and aimed at the snow-white skin at her ankle.

The elders were shocked and frightened, and could not think of how to deal with it for a while.

However, Masako said nothing and calmly put her legs into the pool.

The cold water in the pond caused the little snake to immediately break away from her ankle and swim away in a winding manner.

This scene left a deep impression on those present.

At that time, Masako's naturally sweet and clear voice revealed her ominous courage in one word, and her calmness in the face of danger showed a temperament far more elegant than those of the people present. This temperament was as fresh and beautiful as the fruit in the glass window.

Among the crowd at that time, there was also a five-year-old girl named Sakurako.

Of course, she doesn't remember much about that day now.

No matter how hard she tried to recall, she could only imagine the cool blue autumn sky, the splash of crisp water hitting the black dead dog hanging in the drain, the shiny wet fur, the white teeth and black and red mouth of the dead mouth... and a brightly colored snake that often appeared in her nightmares, its venomous fangs biting her ankle.

Time flies and the girl grows up year by year.

Finally, the bubble era ended, and the illusory prosperity was blown away by the wind.

Girls' Generation's Masako is undoubtedly full of spirit.

It’s a pity that this spiritual energy disappeared quickly during the years when the family fell into decline.

Without the support of money and status, her so-called elegance would be like an unsupported castle in the air that could be blown down by a strong wind.

There is no need to overemphasize how she squandered the family fortune. You just need to know that at the age of just forty, she was already behind the times.

She bore the rumors and gossips from others and lived alone and stubbornly under the slanderous eyes of the world.

What will be the future fate?

Before Kiyoaki Matsueda appeared, she often sat in the corridor in front of the teahouse and looked at the bright night sky of Tokyo.

When I think about the past twenty years when I have struggled hard in this secular world, I always feel that I am powerless.

Even if I can regain a little reputation, I have to worry about it being damaged at any time. Living is really exhausting...

Although the rumors about her were all groundless and had no real evidence, everyone said that she had earned a considerable fortune by selling her body.

Although she had never tasted what pleasure was, she was powerless to refute it.

She actually understood that she had been in a state of dissatisfaction for a long time.

This tall and plump body still maintains a health and vitality that is not commensurate with her age.

In the past, she still had some money and could choose to go to lively places such as theaters, gatherings, and churches to relieve her excess energy.

Now that her family has no money left, she has nowhere to go and can only huddle in the dilapidated mansion, planning to never show up in public again.

But whenever it was late at night and no one was around, there was always a sense of dejection and disappointment in her eyes as she looked at the lights of Tokyo.

After all, she is a strong-willed woman and it is impossible for her not to desire fame and fortune.

It's just that I was forced to suppress my desire for fame and fortune.

Because of the arrival of Kiyoaki Matsueda, no, to be more precise, it was Kiyoaki Matsueda's fame that made her ambition for fame, which had once cooled, burn again.

Like her plump figure, her strong character can support her in a long and arduous struggle.

No matter what happens, you can face it with enthusiasm.

Although there was a serious misunderstanding in the middle, after the problem was solved, all the worries and concerns in my heart were finally swept away.

The indescribable happiness made her feel like her whole body had returned to its youthful state.

A Qing won the award.

A Qing's books are all selling well.

She was accepted back into upper society, and this time she was greeted with flowers and flattery.

It's just a series of good things!

Over the past few months, Shinsako's former courage had been restored, and her desire for fame and status had also been revived.

However, the desire this time is very different from before.

She is no longer as extreme as she was when she was young, obsessed with fame and status, nor does she fight alone as she did in the past.

This time, she used the man's hands to gain a stable reputation as a woman within his sphere of influence.

With a stable goal, Masako became more positive about everything.

Her body is healthier than before, her rosy cheeks even reveal a virginal charm, and she is still charming in her youth.

Many noble ladies who saw how comfortable she was became more convinced that she was a woman with the same erotic private life as them. They said many obscene things about her as if she were their own and instilled in her a concept that a woman who does not know pleasure will never get pleasure no matter what she does.

Masako, who had never touched on such topics before, gradually had her traditional moral concepts shaken.

Her heart was disturbed, and she seemed to no longer be the noble and dignified mistress, but had become someone who wanted to gain favor by pleasing her master... Perhaps she was a slut at heart, and she just hadn't met the right person.

Someone on the stage asked: "Mr. Mishima, I'm curious about what your family thinks of your work?"

"Generally speaking, they all liked it, except my mother. I showed her the Dancing Girl book before it went on sale, and she commented, 'What a boring work, it definitely won't sell many copies.' Later, as you saw, the Dancing Girl book was well received as soon as it went on sale, and sales continued to rise. When I teased her about this, she refused to admit defeat, saying, 'It shows that the readers' appreciation level is not high enough, and besides, my comments are occasionally biased.' She is such a stubborn, but lovely person..."

These words were met with a lot of applause and laughter.

Those laughs made Matsueda Shinsako blush. She looked at the stage with gritted teeth: "How can you say such words in public? I will not forgive you..."

The book signing event lasted for more than an hour and ended with her imagining how she would be punished.

After stepping off the stage, Kiyoaki Matsueda yawned out of boredom, looking like he hadn't slept at all.

He is a truly handsome man, and every move he makes has the charm that makes women's hearts beat.

He also has an extremely strong talent and learns everything very quickly.

He has excellent character.

When you have no money, you can be patient; when you become rich and famous, you never show off deliberately.

Matsueda Shinsako felt that apart from often contradicting his mistress, he had no other shortcomings.

Oh no, being too popular with women should be considered a disadvantage...

Kiyoaki Matsueda and the young editor slowly walked out of the venue, and the mistress followed them cautiously, as stealthily as a big black bear stalking humans with evil intentions.

The streets of Kyoto are very straight and regular, laid out like a chessboard.

There were almost no turns on the road, and the bright sunshine at noon made the cars speeding by on the street flash by clearly.

The few trees on both sides of the road have turned yellow, red dragonflies are hovering in the air, and the atmosphere is peaceful.

As a public figure, Kiyoaki Matsueda always runs into fans when walking on the street.

I was walking and signing autographs and taking photos, but in the end I got really annoyed and bought a mask and put it on, and then the situation got better.

When they arrived at the gate of Kiyomizu-dera Temple, the two separated temporarily.

Midori Kobayashi went to find her sister first, while Kiyoaki Matsueda went to a restaurant in front to meet Kiyoyuki Matsueda first.

"see you later."

"Well, I'll wait for you at Kiyomizu Temple."

There are restaurants on both sides of the street, including Japanese, Italian, French and Chinese restaurants.

After walking for a few minutes, Kiyoaki Matsueda walked into a roadside tavern.

The atmosphere in the store is full of Buddhist meaning. Guests who come to visit chat in low voices accompanied by music, and the sound is like chanting, just like in a temple.

Songzhi Qingxue was waiting for him quietly in the darkest corner of the tavern.

As he approached her, Kiyoaki Matsueda couldn't help but be secretly surprised, because her beautiful appearance and luxurious dress were extremely incompatible with such an occasion.

She was wearing a crepe kimono with a feather pattern, the base color was pure white, and there were a few wisteria flowers hanging from her shoulders.

The hem is bordered with golden chrysanthemum lace, and the gold and silver brocade belt is tied with a red and white ribbon.

The kimono, which was obviously tailor-made and as gorgeous as a dress, made her exude indescribable elegance and majesty.

Even though the surrounding light is dim and the environment is messy, it does not affect the charm of her figure at all.

When Kiyoaki Matsueda walked over, she tilted her head slightly and looked over.

The small, white jaw emerged from the darkness like a piece of exquisite white porcelain.

This is a cute and deliberate gesture. That smile will give people the illusion that "she likes me". This blind psychological activity will turn most people into little mice running desperately in a wheel.

Even if the little mouse was lucky enough to open the cage, she would not show mercy to him...

Therefore, the way she tilted her head was just a pretense...Matsueda Kiyoaki was extremely sure of it.

Ever since meeting Arun on the day of the cultural festival, Matsueda Kiyoyuki seemed to have developed something like a "sense of crisis" and began to care more about him and release her charm to him more frequently.

Pua's attacks came like raindrops, but he dodged them all cleverly.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was determined not to be fooled by her.

Matsueda Kiyoyuki continued to tilt her head and looked at him in a rather cute manner.

She inherited the noble face from her mother, with a cool and delicate nose like an ancient doll, a beautiful cherry mouth, and lips that seemed to be dyed with bright red rouge.

"You came so quickly, I thought you would not arrive until the afternoon." Matsueda Kiyokatsu sat down opposite her.

Songzhi Qingxue pressed the button of the celadon watch on her wrist, and the small cover popped open, revealing the time was twelve forty.

"You're so slow. I thought you were supposed to be here at twelve o'clock."

"There were too many fans and I didn't manage the time well."

"Eat first?" "Okay, I'm hungry too."

"After we finish eating, we'll go find our mother and the fawn." Songzhi Qingxue smiled as affectionately as usual, and then said nonchalantly, "Of course, before that, you have to let me enjoy a sweet date first."

The lunch included a dish of raw sea bass.

The grayish-white fish meat was attached to large pieces of crushed ice, and under the light it appeared to be finely fibrous, like leaf veins.

The decorative fish head was not cleaned properly, and the blood from the slightly opened gills seeped into the tender fish meat.

After lunch, the couple did not go to Kiyomizu Temple.

On the banks of the Kamogawa River opposite Kiyomizu Temple, Matsueda Kiyoyuki took his arm and strolled leisurely.

The feeling of the clear pine branches is quite pleasant.

Through the high-end kimono fabric, I can feel the warmth of his slender wrists and arms.

"You seem to be very busy lately?" he asked to divert attention.

"Yes." Songzhi Qingxue suppressed his laughter, "I just opened a new company and I'm preparing for recruitment."

"what company?"

"Internet company. Didn't I tell you that I have had plans in this regard for a long time..."

"As far as I know, the store's profit is only about one or two million per month. How can this amount of money be enough for you to start a business?"

"Grandpa is dying."

"Oh……"

It turns out he was waiting for the inheritance.

On this point, Matsueda Kiyoaki couldn't comment on anything and could only keep his mouth shut.

The two walked to the river and continued walking on the stones on the shore.

The autumn sky is clear, the water sounds softly, and the river surface shimmers.

The clear autumn wind blew towards us, bringing with it a hint of the chill of the approaching winter.

"Is it cold?"

"Kind of."

Kiyoaki Matsueda took off his suit jacket and put it on her.

Although Matsueda Kiyoyuki is 170cm tall, his coat is still too big for her and her upper body is wrapped tightly.

It's very cute with only its little face showing.

The two walked forward hand in hand, talking and laughing.

The tourists passing by couldn't help but look at them.

The woman looked like a newlywed, with a graceful figure, shiny lips and lush black hair blowing in the wind. Because the man used his tall body to block her, passers-by could not see her face, but looking at her elegant appearance, they could imagine her white calves hidden in her white tabi and her milky white feet.

"All the men are looking at you." said Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Songzhi Qingxue whispered in his ear: "But I only care about you."

"You're so cunning. Even if you say that, I won't thank you." Kiyoaki Matsueda turned his head to look at her.

Songzhi Qingxue looked at him, put her wind-blown hair behind her ears with one hand, and said with a smile: "This is a way to make you like me."

The breeze from the Kamogawa River brushed across her cheeks, her hair swayed gently, and a fragrance came that made Matsueda Kiyoaki feel very comfortable.

"If you tell me your purpose, I won't be fooled."

"It doesn't matter. I want you to know clearly that it is a trap and then jump into it without hesitation."

"Bad woman."

"Learn from you, dear."

"If that's all, then you'll definitely be disappointed." Matsueda Kiyoaki smiled and looked back at the river ahead.

"Really? So there are things I can't do? I guess I shouldn't be too proud." Songzhi Qingxue said, and then he chuckled and said meaningfully: "But don't be afraid, I'm not fighting alone, right?"

"Ah, look, the scenery is so beautiful." Matsueda Kiyoaki pretended to be crazy and stupid.

Looking ahead, the river water is crystal clear and you can see the bottom.

The water rushed over the bare rocks, and the splashing water sparkled in the warm autumn sun.

Let’s not talk about what Matsueda Kiyoyuki is feeling now. In any case, Matsueda Kiyoaki doesn’t want to discuss this issue, and he has made up his mind that if she asks “Can your mother and I let you stay forever?” he will immediately cover her mouth and prevent her from finishing her words.

There were some wild chrysanthemums on the roadside, and Songzhi Qingxue bent down and picked two.

When the waist bends down, the buttocks are raised up, showing a very sexy curve.

Songzhi Qingxian looked over subconsciously, and Songzhi Qingxue turned around nimbly, and her beautiful face with delicate eyes, clear eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth appeared before his eyes like a phantom.

"Carry the lovely Qingxue on your back. Her feet are so tired..."

"…It's disgusting. Stop trying to be cute next time."

Songzhi Qingxian bent down, and Songzhi Qingxue immediately got on his back and put her arms around his neck.

The weight of her upper body pressed warmly on Matsueda Kiyoaki's back, conveying a soft and friendly wave.

"I really don't want to wear kimono and geta. I don't know why my mom always wears this when she goes out..." Matsueda Kiyoyuki complained in a comfortable tone and pinned a chrysanthemum behind his ear.

"It's better to be conservative outside."

"Ah, are you really that possessive? You won't even let anyone else look at Mom?"

"Hey, be serious! Don't take divination seriously!" Matsueda Kiyoaki looked shocked and patted her butt through her kimono.

Because she was being carried on her back, her butt muscles were tight, round and surprisingly elastic.

The hand feel is indescribable.

Songzhi Qingxue used her right hand to tighten his neck and said, "Tell me, what kind of woman do you like?"

This interrogation-like tone makes her sound like a cold and aloof female agent.

"I like, uh, a lot..."

"for example?"

"For example, Hatsue in "The Wave" is generous, beautiful, and strong..."

"Want to marry a woman like this?"

"That's not the case. The person I want to marry is of a different kind."

"Which one?"

"She is at the right age to get married, is interested in literature, likes to handle household chores, has an honest and gentle personality, and is very feminine. She has a round face that I like, and a petite and plump figure. Even when she wears high heels, she is half a head shorter than me and can be easily carried by me. She is my loyal fan, but she never interferes with my creations. When I am busy, she will keep the household in order, and indirectly support me in this way..."

"You are talking about Miss Arun!"

"Oh, really?"

After a little thought, Songzhi Qingxian realized that Arun was really the perfect wife in his mind.

"Put me down." Songzhi Qingxue said unhappily.

"Stand firm."

Under an oak tree by the river, pine branches cleared the snow from behind him.

The oak trees were tall and dense, but their leaves had turned yellow and covered the ground with fallen leaves.

How much shade would it block out in the summer?
Kiyoaki Matsueda was thinking about this question.

"I said, you don't like..."

"Hey, you see, oak trees are typical broad-leaved trees, and they will definitely shed their leaves in autumn..."

"Hey, hey, I'm not interested in oak trees."

"Why don't we discuss the urban layout of Kyoto and see how similar it is to Chang'an..."

Seeing Songzhi Qingxian trying to change the subject, Songzhi Qingxue showed a kind smile on her face: "Ms. Arun likes you, right?"

"I don't know." Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at the leaves on the ground.

"Don't know, or are you not sure?"

"do not know."

"Did she confess to you or anything?"

There was a dog by the river ahead. Songzhi Qingxian opened his mouth and greeted: "Woof woof~"

Songzhi Qingxue has a pair of narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes. When she narrows them slightly, she looks as imposing as her mother.

At this moment, she was staring at Songeda Qingxian, not missing any subtle facial expressions on his face. Her firm and bright eyes gave people a refreshing and tolerant feeling.

It seemed that she could tolerate his philandering behavior as long as he confessed it...

"Are you together?" Songzhi Qingxue asked with narrowed eyes.

"You know what?" Songzhi Qingxian looked at the crows on the treetops, "I suddenly envy the crows. At least crows don't have to worry about love..."

Songzhi Qingxue smiled faintly: "If you are like this, I can only talk to Miss Arun alone."

"Qingxue, I suddenly found myself liking you a little. I want to recite a poem to you: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day..."

He couldn't quite hear what Matsueda Kiyoyuki responded to in the Shakespeare sonnet he recited in a London accent.

Because there was a gust of wind at that time, when the yellow fallen leaves fluttered across her face, her expression was helpless and funny.

Not long after, the two ended their date.

Leaving Kamo River, we walked to the hills behind Kiyomizu Temple.

Kiyomizu Temple is one of the oldest temples in Japan. In autumn, with its lush red maple leaves, it is also a famous spot for viewing maple leaves.

Many people took photos in front of the towering red Niomon Gate.

"Take a picture for me too." Kiyoyuki Matsueda handed the phone to Kiyoaki Matsueda, then transformed into a teenage girl and posed in a cute and lively manner.

The tourists around couldn't help but point their cameras at her.

In Matsueda Kiyoaki's lens, she is even more beautiful.

Her beautiful eyebrows are filled with stubbornness and sharpness; her straight nose and small, beautiful mouth are subtle and elegant, and exude a kind of clear and ascetic beauty unique to women in the feudal era.

This kind of feudal, old-fashioned, and ascetic beauty of women can't be said to be very similar to Masako, but it can be said to be exactly the same.

Most beauties in the feudal era hid their desires deep in their hearts.

The same is true for Shinsako.

However, Songzhi Qingxue is slightly different in this regard. What she hides deep in her heart should be her true feelings...

If Kiyoaki Matsueda was a master of love, he would definitely have great interest in her and make it his lifelong wish to completely conquer her body and mind.

"Hey, Matsueda-kun, you're finally here."

Just after taking the photo, Naoko Kobayashi's voice sounded from behind.

He turned his head to look over, and the girl's clear and pure eyes blinked and she smiled at him.

Then, it was Kobayashi Midori who was next to her who walked up directly.

"Ah, you're all here." Matsueda Kiyoaki suddenly felt a chill on his back and stiffly changed the subject: "By the way, the weather is really nice today. Ah, the scenery of Kiyomizu Temple is really beautiful. The maple leaves are so red, so red, as red as..."

The wind blew and it was very cold.

"Yeah, the weather is very good." Kobayashi Midori nodded slightly, looking at him.

"The maple leaves are also red." Matsueda Qingxue was wearing Matsueda Qingxian's suit jacket and her eyes were also on him.

"Ah, it's mother~"

Song Zhiqingxian, who was at the edge of the minefield, found his savior and ran forward quickly.

The mistress, who was dressed in a solemn black kimono and had delicate skin and looked unrecognizable for her age, came over. Matsueda Kiyoaki walked over quickly, supported her arm, and said affectionately, "I have never been so grateful to you..."

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