Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

She was kicked away by a girl who looked so fragile.

The maid was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground.

Ishikawa, who was standing behind Kujo Renji, and the twenty or so men in black were also a little confused.

The kick just now, whether it was the angle of force, the instantaneous explosive power, or the sense of neatness that concentrated all the strength on one point without any delay, was exactly the same as the boss's.

There was a storm in Ishikawa's heart.

This can no longer be explained by "excellence" or "talent".

This is exactly the same copy!

As expected, Miss Xiangzi...

Ishikawa couldn't help but feel deeply moved in his heart.

How else could this extraordinary physical fitness be explained except through blood inheritance?

"As expected of Miss... Xiangzi."

Ishikawa couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"No, I should say, you are indeed the boss's bloodline..."

He had no idea that the real situation was far more bizarre and absurd than his "illegitimate child theory"

——The soul occupying the girl's body at this moment is not an heir at all, but Kujo Renji himself.

And Kujo Renji, feeling the slight soreness coming from his body after the extreme explosion, took a step forward, stepped on the mess on the ground, and walked past the frightened maid.

Behind him, Ishikawa waved his hand, and all his subordinates immediately came to their senses, with even more awe in their eyes. They quickly followed and completely took control of the mansion.

..

It's winter.

For most people, winter means the dancing flames in the fireplace, the breath condensing on the glass windows, and the warmth conveyed by the palms of lovers.

It is a reunion, a warmth, and a dormant period to accumulate strength for the coming year.

But for others, winter is just winter. It’s a bone-deep cold, a dead silence as everything withers, a season that reminds them how alone and unwanted they are.

The wind came in through every gap that could not be closed, taking away the last bit of heat from the body and the desire to live.

Sanjiao Chuhua was sitting in the room.

This was a room she didn't deserve: a soft carpet, intricately carved bedposts, and a huge French window overlooking a neatly manicured, desolate courtyard.

She coughed again, a dry tickle in her throat.

She covered her mouth with her hands, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

Every time I cough, it seems like I am trying to squeeze out the thin air called "life" in my lungs.

Triangle is in its infancy.

No, should I say Hatsune Miku?

This name, like an invisible needle, always pricks her heart inadvertently.

She is Hatsune Miku, the illegitimate daughter who was born in the shadows, not recognized, and not even qualified to stand in the sun.

"Chuhua" is her sister's name, a glamorous mask she stole from her sister.

She was a despicable thief. She stole her sister's name, stole the life that should have belonged to her, and even...she tried to steal the sunshine from Xiaoxiang that should have belonged to her.

Of course she realized that something was wrong with Xiaoxiang.

The current Xiaoxiang is completely different from the girl in her memory who smiled gently at her under the starry sky.

But that had nothing to do with her anymore.

Because of her despicable behavior, she took away Xiaoxiang's father and destroyed her originally happy family.

This incident, like a red-hot iron, burned her conscience day and night.

She didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to delve into it, and could only try to make that insignificant atonement by redoubled efforts and burning herself on the stage.

Now, she has become a burden to Xiaoxiang again.

She knew very well why she was imprisoned here.

Those side branches of the Fengchuan family, those greedy hyenas, smelled the changes in Xiaoxiang and smelled the taste of profit.

They seized her, Xiaoxiang's only "weakness", and wanted to use her as a bargaining chip for coercion, a despicable chain tied around Xiaoxiang's neck.

How could she allow this to happen?

She has already ruined Xiaoxiang once, and it can't happen a second time.

She couldn't be that knife.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Another violent coughing fit made her vision go black.

She didn't want to implicate anyone anymore.

Mana is, Hailing is, Ruomai is...Ave mujica is also, Xiaoxiang, even more so.

It was time for her stolen life, this life full of lies and sin, to end.

As long as she disappeared, this "bargaining chip" would no longer exist. Xiaoxiang would no longer be threatened by her.

That's fine.

This was the only thing she could do for Xiaoxiang.

She took a deep breath, the air was cold and thin. She looked around the gorgeous cage, her eyes without any lingering feelings, only a dead calm.

She slowly stood up, moved a heavy wooden chair, and placed it directly under the crystal chandelier in the center of the room.

She tore a long strip of white cloth from the bed sheet, tied it clumsily into a knot, and hung it on the sturdy bracket of the chandelier.

She stood on the stool, and the cold air gave her bare ankles goose bumps.

She lowered her head and looked at the expensive and soft carpet under her feet. She suddenly remembered the moist soil on the island, her sister's cheerful laughter, and that summer night when Xiaoxiang pointed to the sky and said that she was "as soft as the moon" tonight.

moon...

She is not the moon.

She was just an ugly stone that didn't shine.

It was she who tarnished the name of the moon.

She raised her head and gently rested her chin on the white cloth that served as a noose.

The fabric felt rough to the touch, and when it was tight around my neck, I felt a strange, reassuring feeling of suffocation.

She closed her eyes.

What I see before my eyes is no longer darkness, but the starry sky in my memory.

"sorry."

Winter in Tokyo is really cold.

Just then——

"Bang——!!!"

A loud bang so dull that it shook the entire building exploded like thunder from the ground!

The tightly locked, heavy door was kicked open with an unimaginable and brutal violence, along with the door frame and lock core!

Wood chips and dust exploded, and light poured in from the open door, tearing through the darkness and silence in the room.

Sanjiao Chuhua opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

It was a kind of confusion as if the brain was instantly emptied of energy.

The determination to die, the calmness at the end of her life, the repentance for the past, the apology to Xiangzi...all the emotions that had just filled her mind were shattered by the loud noise.

She sat stiffly in her chair, her chin resting ridiculously on the white cloth, like a ridiculous statue whose ceremony had been interrupted.

Dust filled and rolled in the light that came in from the door.

A figure walked in slowly, stepping over the messy door frame debris on the ground.

Kujo Renji's gaze swept across the entire scene.

The strips of cloth hanging from the chandelier, the girl standing precariously on the chair, and the fatal knot around her neck.

He immediately understood what the other party wanted to do.

There was no panic, no anger, not even a trace of pity on his face.

He simply raised his eyebrows slightly, almost gracefully.

"It seems that I am not too late?"

The voice was cold and calm, with a playful, condescending tone, as if what he had witnessed was not a tragic suicide, but a harmless farce.

These words were like a basin of cold water poured over Sanjiao Chuhua's head, waking her up from her shock, followed by overwhelming shame and embarrassment.

She was like a child caught red-handed doing something wrong, and the color instantly drained from her face.

She wanted to escape from this humiliating situation immediately, wanted to jump off the chair, and wanted to tear off the cloth around her neck that represented her cowardice and failure.

But her body was out of control and became numb and stiff due to the long period of standing still and the huge impact.

She stumbled, slipped, and lost her balance.

Just when she thought she was going to fall down in a mess, a hand reached out as fast as lightning. Instead of supporting her body, it accurately pinched the deadly white cloth on her chin with two fingers and gently lifted it away from her neck.

"So, Miku Miku, who gave you permission to die?"

The girl raised her chin:

"Your life, your body, every note you sing on stage, are all property of Ave Mujica. What makes you think you have the right to deal with my things without permission?"

......

Chapter 141: Xiang's Repressed Transformation

save.

This word occupies an extremely embarrassing, or even non-existent, page in Kujo Renji's life dictionary.

If we really want to find a synonym for this word, it would probably be "investment risk management" or "non-performing asset disposal", cold and impersonal business terms.

At least, that's what he thought.

Everything he did was based on a carefully calculated exchange of interests.

The world is a huge scale. Emotions, morality, and kindness are nothing but meaningless weights added by some people for their own satisfaction.

What truly drives the rise and fall of the two ends of the scale is always value and interest.

Just like he was standing here at this moment, kicking open this expensive solid wooden door with intricate carvings, his intention was not to perform a classical drama of a hero saving a damsel in distress.

Triangle is in its infancy.

There is something called a "bond" between the body of Toyokawa Shoko and the girl named Sankaku Hatsuka, based on past memories.

But to him who occupied this body, she was just a cog in the sophisticated instrument called Ave Mujica, the lead singer of a group called "Doloris", an asset in which resources had been invested and returns were expected, a tool to enhance his trust with Shoko Toyokawa.

So why did he choose to "save" the other person?

The question itself reeks of hypocrisy.

He has never been a saint who saves all living beings. He is a pure, thorough adult with selfishness engraved in his bones.

Apart from Toyokawa Shoko's wish, if we have to say that his behavior at this moment contains some real feelings, it is definitely not directed at the person "Sanjiao Chuhua", but at her behavior of "wanting to die" itself.

Yes, that's it.

In his previous life, he had been struggling at the bottom of Tokyo for so many years. He had witnessed scenes that were a hundred times more desperate than this, and had also been in a terrible situation where even breathing seemed like a luxury.

Betrayed, abandoned, trampled in the mud, starving, sleepless, every step felt like walking on the edge of a cliff. But he persevered. Because he understood that life itself is the greatest asset. As long as you are alive, there is always a chance to turn things around.

Giving up your life is the most stupid, cowardly and unforgivable investment failure in the world.

Because of this, in his opinion, the behavior of people like Sanjiao Chuhua, who easily chose to give up their lives just because they were under house arrest and used as bargaining chips, was truly hateful and pathetic.