Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 531: As long as the hoe is used well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down! (Monthly ticket requested!)
"elder sister……"

Looking at her sister slumped on the ground, crying, a complex emotion flashed in Hatamoto Natsue's eyes, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

She didn't know how much of her sister's current attitude was true and how much was deliberate disguise?

But she knew that after witnessing her sister's condition, all the sadness and resentment she had felt in the past because of her sister's "betrayal" were as if grasped tightly by an invisible hand, and she could no longer utter a word.

After all, no matter what, the person in front of her is her sister, a biological sister from the same mother!

The blood relationship between them was thicker than water, so she couldn't completely give up this family relationship.

Taking a deep breath, Hatamoto Natsue slowly squatted down and gently held her sister's trembling hands, with a firm and gentle look in her eyes: "Sister, let the past be the past. No matter what, we are still a family. Let's work together to solve the debt problem, okay?"

Hatamoto Akiie raised her tearful face, with a hint of surprise and emotion in her eyes: "Xia Jiang, you... are you really willing to forgive me?"

Hatamoto Natsue nodded slightly, with a faint smile on her lips: "Sister, our family has gone through too many twists and turns, now is the time to end it all."

"Besides, family members should support each other, right?"

“I don’t want the legacy to be a barrier between us, but I hope it can be a bridge for us to rebuild our relationship!”

She didn't know whether her decision was right or wrong.
But driven by family affection, she was willing to trust her sister again.

The tears in Hatamoto Aki'e's eyes became more and more violent, and kept swirling in her eye sockets. Her lips moved, as if she had thousands of words to say, but her emotions were choking her throat. Finally, she suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged Hatamoto Xiajiang tightly, and the tears that flowed freely instantly soaked Xiajiang's shoulders.

At this time, Maori Kogoro, who had been standing by and observing silently, stepped forward, cleared his throat and said: "Ms. Xiajiang, you know you are a good girl, but you must also consider yourself. If you decide to forgive Miss Qiujiang, then make sure she will not do anything to hurt you again."

Hatamoto Natsue nodded and turned to Hatamoto Akie, her eyes full of expectation and worry: "Sister, I can forgive you, but I hope you can sincerely change and not be blinded by greed and fear again."

Hatamoto Akie tightly grasped Hatamoto Natsue's hand, his voice becoming hoarse and choked with excitement: "Natsue, I promise you, I will definitely change. I will no longer let money and debt control my behavior, I will start a new life!"

Maori Kogoro exchanged glances with Bai Ye, then stood up and said earnestly, "Ms. Qiu Jiang, since Miss Xia Jiang is willing to give you this opportunity, you must cherish it. In the future, whether you are a person or do things, you must not be blinded by interests again."

Hatamoto Akiie nodded repeatedly and cried, "I know I was wrong, Mr. Maori, Mr. Baiye, I will be a good person in the future and protect our home with Xiajiang."

Standing quietly aside and watching the sisters reconcile, Mao Lilan couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and relief in her heart.

Perhaps, in this complex world, conflicts of interest often plunge humanity into a dark quagmire, filled with the ugliness of calculation and greed.

But outside that dark corner, the light of family affection always shines, warming people's hearts and giving them the strength and courage to move forward.

Thinking of this, Mao Lilan also walked forward with a gentle and kind look: "Ms. Xia Jiang, Miss Qiu Jiang, I am sincerely happy to see that you can resolve your grievances. In the days to come, you must support each other and jointly protect this hard-earned family relationship. In the future, if there is anything you need help with, just ask, and we will do our best to help."

Conan also ran over, opened his bright eyes, and said seriously: "Sister Xia Jiang, Sister Qiu Jiang, don't worry, I will help you! Uncle Maori, Brother Bai Ye and I will protect you!"

Bai Ye raised his eyes to look at Conan who was pretending to be innocent, then he hesitated for a moment and said, "Xia Jiang, regarding the handling of inheritance and debt issues, I do know some professionals. If you have any needs in this regard, perhaps they can provide some useful advice and help."

Hatamoto Natsue is willing to give Hatamoto Akie another chance, so Bai Ye naturally will not stand up to object.

As for what if Hatamoto Akiie's old illness relapses and his old habits return?
Haha, with him around, even if Hatamoto Akiie had bad intentions towards Hatamoto Natsue, she would never have that chance.

Hatamoto Natsue looked at Bai Ye gratefully: "Really? That's great, Bai Ye-kun, thank you."

Bai Ye raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled meaningfully, "You're welcome. It's my duty."

Helping his woman and relieving her worries, isn't this what he should do as a man?
Although Hatamoto Natsue is not his woman yet, with his means and charm, it is only a matter of time before he completely conquers her.

As for the fact that Hatamoto Natsue is still a married woman, is her husband Hatamoto Takeshi still alive and well?
If nothing happened to Hatamoto Takeshi, he probably wouldn't have a chance to pry Hatamoto Natsue into his hands?

Haha, he just didn’t believe that after this series of events, the relationship between Hatamoto Takeshi and Hatamoto Natsue could still be as close and seamless as before!

What's more, even if these two people really have signs of reconciling, with him as the second-generation prime minister, it is impossible for them to have the opportunity to get what they want!
Maori Kogoro touched his chin and added softly, "Also, Ms. Akie, if you really want to turn over a new leaf, we can also help you contact lawyers and debt counseling agencies to find a way to solve your problem."

Hatamoto Akiie nodded with tears in her eyes: "Thank you, I really don't know how to thank you!"

……

On the other hand, because the ship would arrive in Tokyo in a while, Shoji Hatamoto quietly packed his luggage after returning to the room.

Just as he folded the clothes and was about to put them in the suitcase, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the kitchen knife box next to him. Then his heart suddenly moved, as if pulled by some force, and he gently placed the kitchen knife box on the table.

There were originally six knives neatly placed in the box, but now there are only four left. The two empty spaces are like a pair of empty eyes, staring at the void quietly, or like two silent storytellers, telling the thrilling stories that happened in this small space. There are laughter, tears, and unknown grievances and hatreds in the stories. Looking at the kitchen knives in the kitchen knife box, Hatamoto Shoji sighed deeply, his eyes filled with deep nostalgia and endless sadness. He reached out his hand and gently stroked each knife inch by inch. The familiar touch seemed to carry the warmth of the past years, instantly pulling him back to those long gone times, making him immersed in a deep vortex of memories and unable to extricate himself.

"Youren, you can finally rest in peace!"

He murmured to himself, his voice was low and hoarse, so gentle as if he was afraid to disturb the sleeping old dream, and it seemed that he was telling his close friend far away about his years of longing and guilt. The promise floated in the long river of time, but never reached the ears of his close friend.

After a moment, he slowly closed the kitchen knife box and prepared to put it back in its place, as if he wanted to seal this memory away again.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the door, breaking the suffocating silence in the room: "Youren? Is this the name of your best friend?"

Hearing this sudden voice, Hatamoto Shoji did not show the slightest surprise. He slowly turned his head and looked at the black-haired boy leaning against the door frame, with a bitter and helpless smile on his lips: "Sure enough, I knew I couldn't hide it from you, but when did you find out that there was something wrong with me?"

The visitor did not answer him directly, but closed the door directly, making sure that no one else could hear his conversation with Hatamoto Shoji, and then slowly said: "Because, you made a fatal mistake."

"Since you, as a chef, were preparing dinner when Mr. Gozo was murdered, why did your kitchen knife end up in Ichiro's hands? And as the owner of the knife, you were totally unaware of this? This is inexplicable anyway."

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

A kitchen knife is not only a tool for cutting ingredients, but also a good companion for chefs to express their ingenuity. Different types of kitchen knives are needed for different types of dishes and ingredients.

Chinese chefs may need Chinese kitchen knives such as Wenwu knives, chopping knives, and roast meat knives; Japanese chefs need Japanese kitchen knives such as sashimi knives and Deba Knife; and Western chefs need a variety of knives with different functional requirements, such as fish knives, boning knives, bread knives, etc., so that they can use different techniques to handle different foods.

"Besides, I heard from the butler that this set of knives is one that you treasure very much. Your beloved things disappeared without a trace, and you, as a professional chef, didn't even notice it. Do you think this is normal?"

Hatamoto Shoji didn't expect his observation skills to be so sharp, and he couldn't help but feel a sincere admiration for him, "You are worthy of being a famous detective, your observation skills are really extraordinary!"

Then he seemed to think of something and easily put the kitchen knife box in his hand aside. The action was as if he was putting down the heavy burden that he had been carrying in his heart for many years.

"However, since you didn't choose to expose me in front of everyone, it seems that you don't plan to report me?"

"of course."

Bai Ye looked at him deeply, then nodded gently. There seemed to be some deep meaning in his eyes that was hard to fathom.

"Please sit down..." Hatamoto Shoji let out a long sigh, gestured for the other person to sit down, and then said, "Are you interested in listening to a story?"

Bai Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "Why not tell me about it."

"When I was in college, I met a friend, he was Youren."

As Shoji Hatamoto spoke, he gently stroked the handle of the kitchen knife box, on which were engraved four words: Kurosaki Yuto.

These four words seemed like a spell that traveled through time and space, instantly opening the tightly closed door deep in his memory, making his eyes become deeper and more distant, as if he was immersed in a world with only him and Youren.

"We have the same hobbies, similar interests, and complementary personalities. The time I knew him was the best time in my life, just like the flowers blooming in spring, gorgeous and precious."

His voice gradually became gentle, as if he was recalling a sweet dream.

"It was also because of him that I finally mustered up the courage to formally break up with that guy. He wholeheartedly supported me in pursuing my dreams, but after losing my source of income, I could only start from the bottom of society and become an insignificant worker. Although the work was full of uncertainty and hardship, it was the happiest five years of my life..."

There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, which was a longing for the simple and happy life in the past.

"When we finally saved enough money to open our dream restaurant, we learned that he was diagnosed with cancer and would not live long. At that moment, my world seemed to collapse in an instant."

A faint light appeared in Hatamoto Shoji's eyes, which was the light produced by the interweaving and collision of the happiness in his memories and the pain in reality. He raised his head slightly, trying his best to suppress the emotions that surged in his heart like a turbulent tide: "In order to pay the desperately high medical expenses, I put aside all my dignity, knelt down in front of him again, begging him to help me save the people. For this, I am willing to do anything."

"He agreed, but the price was to cut off all contact with Youren and never see him again!"

"But he deceived me. That cold-blooded guy had no intention of saving Youren. He only paid the first payment for Youren and then forgot his promise. He didn't care about Youren's life or death and let him struggle in the torment of illness."

"Until two years ago, I accidentally learned a piece of news, a truth that broke my heart - it turned out that just six months after I completed the deal with him, Youren's illness was too serious and could not be cured. He left this world forever, leaving me alone in this cold and desolate world, wandering like a lonely ghost, unable to find a trace of warmth and comfort."

Hatamoto Shoji clenched his teeth, making a clacking sound, and clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. His voice trembled more and more, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind, his eyes were burning with anger, and his gaze seemed to burn everything in front of him.

"At that moment, the hatred in my heart was instantly ignited, like a volcano erupting. I just wanted to cut him into pieces, use his blood to sacrifice the soul of Youren in heaven, and seek belated justice for myself and Youren!"

(End of this chapter)