Tokyo: Starting from staying with my mother’s best friend

Chapter 4 Bitch Literary Young Woman

Don’t get me wrong, Huacheng Lizi is not a sister-controller.

She is just jealous that her sister has a man outside!

She is jealous even of little men!

"His name is Ionuma Isao, and he is the son of his aunt's best friend." Huacheng Iori introduced in a low voice.

"Hmph! It's shameless..."

Huacheng Lizi curled her lips and glared at the sister across from her with disgust: "She even seduces the son of her best friend. It's really a disgrace to our family. I don't have a sister like her!"

Sister-in-law, you have never regarded her as a sister...

Huacheng Iori agreed lightly: "Yes, yes, my sister-in-law is right."

"Ionuma Isao? That's a good name. It has the same name as the kendo boy in "Running Horse"..."

Huacheng Lizi's eyes immediately fell on Ionuma Isao, and he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly: "He looks like a beautiful boy who only appears in books, and his face is comparable to Matsueda Kiyoshi in "Spring Snow". There is also the proud temperament in him, just like what is described in "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" - the pride of a young man must be something relaxed, clear, clearly visible to the naked eye, and shining... It's awesome, got it Take him away from his sister.”

"..."

Huacheng Iori rubbed his forehead with a headache.

In front of Ionuma Isao, she said that my sister-in-law is a bit of a bitch and a bit of a tea, but that was really not a malicious slander.

On the surface, Huacheng Lizi is a quiet and virtuous older literary young woman, but in her heart, she has been a little bitch who bullied her sister in various ways since she was a child.

She likes to frame her sister in front of her parents and snatch her sister's things.

She wants whatever her sister likes.

And if she didn’t want to buy a new one, she had to grab the one her sister had.

"Humph, my sister kicked me out. I thought she had some back-up plan. It turns out she found foreign help. I want to see if this little guy has the ability to protect you, you naughty fox..."

Huacheng Lizi laughed thoughtfully.

She made up her mind that if Ionuma Isun was really powerful, she would take him away from her sister.

If Ionuma Isao can't do it, she will jump in immediately, point at her sister's nose and laugh: "You are living like a dog at your age, expecting such a silver pewter gun head, hahaha...!"

"Don't say it's my mother."

Huacheng Caiyu moved further away, as if she wanted to draw a clear line with her mother.

My aunt is right, my sister is definitely the most evil creature in the universe. Fortunately, Iroha doesn’t have a sister...

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At this time, Ionuma Isao didn't know that he was being remembered.

He walked straight past a fat middle-aged man with a big belly and came to Huacheng Xingzi.

Everyone looked over.

Although the boy looked at least 15 years younger than the lady, he was already half a head taller than the lady who was nearly 1.7 meters tall. He could completely protect her behind him by moving slightly.

"Who are you... This is the Huacheng family's funeral. Anyone who doesn't care should leave immediately."

Saburo Tanaka shouted loudly, looking at this scene with gloomy eyes.

The young man is tall, with broad shoulders, and the neck extending from the collar looks fresh and strong.

He has the handsome and elegant demeanor of a nobleman, and the resolute and arrogant masculine beauty of a warrior.

That handsome and vibrant face is the embodiment of youth and the product of the care of the God of Beauty.

A greasy middle-aged fat man is so jealous.

"me……"

Ionuma Isao laughed and raised his right hand slightly.

Huacheng Xingzi responded quickly.

She seemed to understand something from his actions, and it seemed that his face was so similar to his mother that she felt familiar and friendly.

The peerless widow lowered her guard and for the first time in her life held the hand of a person of the opposite sex other than relatives. She looked at everyone with majestic eyes and introduced:
"I'm sorry, everyone. Since I was in mourning, I didn't want him to come out, but since he is here, I will introduce him to you. His name is Iinuma Isao, he is the son of my best friend, and he is also my adopted son. And the fiancé I chose for Iori.”

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden uproar in the mourning hall, and everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Now, the Huacheng family has a man again.

Although I am not very old...

But just tell me if he is the one with the handle!

"..."

Ionuma Isao smiled gently and humbly.

I thought Madam would just make up a distant relative or something, but you turned out to be an adopted son-in-law or something like that. This makes it difficult for me... Hey, Madam's little hands are really tender and smooth, just like my mother... …

Huacheng Xingzi held one of his hands tightly and smelled the faint smell of verbena on the boy's nose.

The quiet scent of grass soothed her tense spirit and made her head less dizzy.

The smell of verbena...

It smells the same as body incense...

I miss that time so much.

The mourning hall was originally filled with various smells such as the smell of thread, sweat, and earth, but the smell around Iinuma Isao was very fresh.

There was a strange feeling, as if the turbid air around the boy would be purified by him, turning into clear, free-flowing blue water.

Huacheng Xingzi couldn't help but yawned.

The sleepiness that had been dormant for a long time swept over him immediately.

The newly adopted mother's catkin, as white as jade, was kneaded a few times in the young man's palm.

Huacheng Xingzi immediately cheered up and said coldly: "No nonsense! Because you and your mother look so similar, I will hold your hand..."

Ionuma Isao tilted his head and explained in her ear: "When I hold my mother, I can't help but pinch her. I really don't mean it."

The ears are hot and wet.

Huacheng Xingzi couldn't help but look away.

To outsiders, she looked a little blushing, like a shy newlywed.

This intimate scene made Tanaka Saburo's face distorted.

Damn it, it's obviously mine, why was it snatched away by such a little kid...

Just when he was about to attack, Iinuma Isao suddenly let go of his adoptive mother's little hand and glanced at him casually: "Stop standing around and start the funeral ceremony..."

Before he finished speaking, lightning flashed.

Tanaka Saburo couldn't help but trembled with fear.

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Most cemeteries in Japan are controlled by temples.

This cemetery in Senjuin was built with funds from Tokugawa Ieyasu and is located above the famous Sendagaya Tunnel.

After the urn was placed in the cemetery, more than a dozen monks chanted the mantra of rebirth beside it, and large raindrops continued to fall.

Ionuma Isao held a big black umbrella to protect his "adopted mother" from the wind and rain.

Huacheng Xingzi's back was straight, and the loose mourning clothes could not cover her graceful figure.

Looking closely at her, the solemn mourning clothes really fit her majestic temperament, without any incongruity.

Speaking of mourning clothes, a widow like her who walks on thin ice is really good material for dramas and action movies.

When Ionuma Isao entered junior high school, he often left his mother behind in the name of studying and went to his classmates' homes to read study materials.

According to the plot development in the information, if he hadn't arrived in time, the adoptive mother might have become the heroine of the expansion.

Maybe the foster mother will still sink into this.After all, in the study materials, any conditions are secondary, as long as D is big, you can do whatever you want.

Unlike the real world, a good-looking face and a healthy body are the biggest weapons that lead to the body and mind of a rich woman... Thinking about it this way, it is understandable that the fat man would hide in a dark corner and peek at himself with a jealous look on his face. Well.

The corners of Iinuma Isao's mouth raised slightly.

Although it is very cliché...

But there is a saying, bullying a greasy middle-aged fat man is really more fun than hunting wild boars and black bears in the mountains of Hokkaido!
I don’t know what the nonsense is thinking in the mind of the adopted son I just recognized. Huacheng Xingzi hid under his protection and softly introduced the people around him:

"The fat man, Saburo Tanaka, is the leader of the supplier's forced confession this time; the one with the tattoo on his neck is from the Red Snapper Group, and is the black hand behind it; pay special attention to the one wearing sunglasses. The mayor of Shibuya Aoyama Town..."

She introduced these intricate character relationships to Ionuma Isao one by one, and seemed to really treat him as an adopted son.

People around him were also whispering and glancing here from time to time.

"How about killing them all?" The young man suddenly asked with a smile.

"you……"

Huacheng Xingzi opened her eyes suddenly and her lips trembled slightly.

"Just kidding."

Iinuma Isao lowered his head and smiled at her: "I still have this sense of propriety, don't worry."

But Huacheng Xingzi didn't believe it at all.

After all, his mother was never a measured person.

Maybe the same kind of son is the same kind of mother.

"Axun, please tell Aunt Xingzi honestly..."

Huacheng Xingzi's face turned serious, her sharp white mandible raised slightly, and after meeting his lowered gaze, her red mouth moved: "Did your mother ask you to come forward to help me?"

Her eyes are beautiful.

Under the curved crescent eyebrows, long eyelashes cover a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes.

The pupils are like two crystal balls with a unique color.

- Cat-like amber.

"How can I put it, even if I don't have a mother, I will help my adoptive mother. You don't need to ask why, you will know if I analyze my character myself, just like Balzac's self-description in "Lily of the Valley" Like - when I was in my prime, my mouth had not been tainted by lies. Although my eyes were lowered due to shyness and desire, my eyes were innocent. My thoughts would never succumb to the weirdness of the world, and my heart was timid. And he can act bravely when he sees justice.”

As he finished speaking, his eyes met with those of Aunt Kyoko, and Ionuma Isao smiled softly at her.

This smile was as dazzling as the sunlight-filled leaves. Huacheng Lizi, who was a little further away, suddenly thought of the sentence used to describe Gatsby in "The Great Gatsby".

——This is an extremely rare smile. In an instant, this smile condenses on you, showing an irresistible preference for you.

My younger sister is a sultry young literary woman, and my elder sister has not had the leisure and elegance to read for many years.

"I haven't seen you show any shyness or timidity." Huacheng Xingzi gave him a cold look.

She has a beautiful face that outshines all living beings, and her long and beautiful phoenix eyes are really charming when she makes a white-eye gesture.

I don't know if it was because she was too close, but Ionuma Isao was a little surprised by her beauty.

"Of course I can't show my timidity in front of my mother!" he said confidently.

For some reason, Huacheng Xingzi's noble and majestic oval face couldn't help but become slightly hot after hearing the strange title of "Mother" from the young man.

The wind and rain continued.

Moisture vapor passed between their cheeks.

A strand of Hanacheng Kyoko's bun was blown off, and a pleasant fragrance stuck to Ionuma Isao's face with the wind.

"Do you like Balzac?"

While she was speechless, she slowly stretched out two white and tender fingers to brush away the hair that was stuck on the young man's face.

"I like it." When Iinuma Isao nodded, he could smell the fragrance on her fingertips.

“Very good taste.”

"That's right. In nine out of ten Balzac books, a beautiful and wealthy widow will appear."

"..."

"I like the women who are widows the most..."

"Okay, shut up!"

Huacheng Xingzi scolded him severely.

Ionuma Isao shut his mouth obediently.

He was really discussing Balzac, but looking at the sullen and slightly red face of his aunt, it seemed that he had been misunderstood as a slut.

From the side and behind, Huacheng Lizi peeked at her sister furtively and curled her lips in displeasure.

"Tsk!"

She actually flirted with a little boy at her husband's funeral. Look at her blushing and heart-pounding look. How shameless!
"Ahh~"

Huacheng Xingzi couldn't help but sneeze.

As if telepathically, she turned her head and glanced at her sister to the side, and a sense of crisis immediately arose in her heart.

Minato, the shameless little bitch, is here to steal my sister's things again!
Ever since, Huacheng Kyoko's body subconsciously moved a little closer to Ionuma Isao, as if to catch him.

Since the young man was taller, looking from the side, the widow seemed to be nestled into his arms, making her appear intimate and unafraid of worldly eyes - after all, her husband's ashes were right in front of her.

I should be the one to act in such a good thing about grave NTR... Saburo Tanaka was filled with jealousy, and he bared his teeth and shouted: "Madam, the worship ceremony is about to begin, please hurry up, we still have to discuss the contract. !”

"Let's go."

Ionuma Isao took his wife's soft little hand forcefully, held an umbrella against the heavy rain, and walked towards the end of the play.

The whole body was curled up and hiding in the umbrella. Huacheng Xingzi's tense spirit became more and more relaxed, and she gradually began to feel sleepy.

In the heavy rain, countless tombstones stood on the grass, like prison windows on a rainy day.

The worship ceremony for the burial of the deceased is very particular about the status of the deceased.

Several large suppliers headed by Saburo Tanaka collectively came forward to bow to the deceased. Some people who had cooperated with the Huacheng family for a long time had expressions of grief on their faces as if their own father had died.

Two different things, two different things.

I want to dismember and cannibalize the Huacheng family, I want to bully the orphans and widows of the Huacheng family, but at this moment I still have to feel grief for the deceased. This is called the decency of the upper class!

"Ha~"

Huacheng Xingzi yawned again.

The sleepy eyes were half-closed, but showed a hazy and charming look.

If Ionuma Isao hadn't appeared, she might have looked like a clumsy badger, being bullied in this cemetery...

During the entire worship process, Huacheng Xingzi was drowsy, and her worship was not sincere.

There is a moist earthy smell surrounding the tombstone, which blends with the fragrance of spring vegetation and becomes a symbol of new life.

The smell seemed to whisper in her ears: Spring is here, no need to be afraid anymore...

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The worship ceremony ended soon.

The black and white curtain was completely removed.

The wreaths were gone, and the ant-like funeral procession in mourning clothes all came to the corridor.

"Madam, it's time to discuss the contract..."

Suppliers are starting to push for trouble again.

After the dead are buried, there is no need to maintain even the last bit of dignity. From now on, they will show their ugliest side.

(End of this chapter)