I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 192 Like Soil

Just as Tsukino Gen had predicted.

He didn't go home, but went to Dieshui Courtyard first, where many follow-up matters still needed to be handled carefully.

The most important thing, of course, is to take over Daigo Nakashima's remaining assets, which of course does not include the portion that has already been seized by the police.

That side couldn't possibly be the main part; it was mostly things that Daigo Nakajima had hidden away.

Finding the bulk of this operation is undoubtedly the most difficult part, but it's not entirely without clues. Through his private phone calls, computer, and confessions from his confidants, we've already uncovered some leads.

Another important thing is to bring together the veterans of the White Summit and reach a unified consensus.

With Shiramine Seiki still unconscious and Nakajima Daigo already dead, acknowledging Shiramine Kouyou's 'legitimacy' seems pointless. However, don't underestimate the resources and connections these 'veterans' possess.

They also have many financial backers and are an important source of funding for the White Summit.

Moreover, at the meeting, Baifeng Hongye also needs to establish the future policy of Baifeng Summit.

Gradually whitewash the industry, minimizing the existence of those black market supply chains, leaving at most some gray areas. After all, everyone knows that the most profitable things are written in the law, but that doesn't mean there are no loopholes for people to exploit.

This was also a consensus reached between Mochizuki Miki and Tsukino Gen.

In fact, Gen Tsukino doesn't care about these things, but now it seems that if Hakushi could exist for a longer time in a more suitable way, it would probably be beneficial to him.

At least I don't have to deal with a lot of trouble myself anymore. Kawakami proved himself to be a good subordinate.

Shiramine Koyo went to see the elders, and for the time being, only Tsukino Gen, who had just taken a bath, and Mochizuki Miki, who was making follow-up arrangements, remained in Chosui-in.

The sky had darkened, and the rain showed no signs of stopping.

The boy who came out while drying his hair was simply wearing a white tank top.

He opened the door, then pulled over a cushion and sat down on the back of the veranda, quietly watching how the rain fell from the antique eaves and how it created ripples in the pond in the courtyard.

He was curious about something.

Even though there's a pond and the humidity is sufficient, it seems like there are hardly any mosquitoes in the Butterfly Water Garden.

It's still in this hot and humid weather.

One's own cultivation technique can prevent mosquito bites, but it seems a bit exaggerated for the entire Butterfly Water Academy to be like this.

It seems I always like to think about these random things after something big happens.

It's like a man's post-coital period; you might think he's contemplating philosophy, but he might just be thinking of a joke, or he might be homesick.

The raindrops pattered, creating a unique rhythm as the night deepened.

There was no Zen-like quality to it; it was just a sigh that could be seen everywhere in this world, yet was rarely noticed by anyone.

"What are you thinking about?"

Familiar footsteps sounded behind me, very soft.

Then a familiar scent wafted over, and I sat down on the ground right next to Gen Tsukino.

Mochizuki Miki, who had also changed her clothes, looked very casual, wearing a floral long dress and pure white short socks.

She tied her hair up, sideways to one shoulder, and secured it with a flower-adorned hair tie.

It's quite dangerous, yet also a hairstyle that's hard to resist.

She possesses a unique charm.

Gen Tsukino snapped out of his reverie and shook his head.

"It's nothing, just overthinking. Is everything settled on your end?"

Mochizuki Miki sighed softly, then said, "Those policemen have quite the appetite. Luckily, I didn't underestimate their audacity. The matter can be settled, but a few of their underlings will have to be sent in jail for a while. The compensation for them is also a substantial amount, and it's already being arranged."

These things seem to be the daily routine of yakuza organizations.

You need not only cannon fodder who dare to charge into battle, but also core members who can get things done, and of course, someone who can take the blame.

These people usually choose characters who come from poor families but are loyal and righteous.

Make sure they don't reveal anything else; family is both a safeguard and a threat.

"Well, things that can be settled with money aren't really problems."

Hearing Tsukino Gen say that, Mochizuki Miki gave the boy a reproachful look, and even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye became more charming.

She's a natural actress; every expression she makes has its own unique charm.

“If you had told me beforehand that you had connections with the police, I wouldn’t be in such a passive position.”

She still seems to be complaining about Tsukino Gen's prior notice to Morita Chinatsu that she could start taking over Nakajima Daigo's businesses.

In fact, given how things have come to this point, it seems that it would be best, and more beneficial, for me to keep Morita Chinatsu away from these matters.

However, since we've already agreed to what they promised, and there's a possibility of continued cooperation in the future, and we can't let Chinatsu Morita become an unstable time bomb, it's better to do it this way.

They didn't manage to wipe them all out as Morita Chinatsu had hoped.

However, the gains are by no means small. They are the result of Daigo Nakajima's years of hard work, and are more than enough for Chinatsu Morita to take another step forward based on this achievement.

If she weren't so young and inexperienced, the results might have been even greater.

Chinatsu Morita hasn't contacted me yet today. She probably has other plans to deal with and isn't in a convenient position right now, so she's on high alert.

As for Mochizuki Miki's complaints, Tsukino Gen could only respond with a smile.

“If I didn’t have a backup plan with the police, I wouldn’t have rashly helped you with this. You could consider it a deal through me, the only difference is that I didn’t notify you in advance.”

"I don't blame you."

Mochizuki Miki muttered.

Gen Tsukino smiled and looked at the other person, "You're not blaming me yet? Your lips are pouting so much you could hang a kettle on them."

"Really? Why don't you give it a try?"

She pouted at Tsukino Gen, not as if she were about to hang a kettle, but rather as if she wanted Tsukino Gen to taste the flavor of her red lips.

I've been trying it for a long time on the way back.

Kawakami, who was driving, almost turned into an ostrich, not daring to look back even once.

"Come on. There's no kettle either, and even if there were, would I actually hang it up?"

"Are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending? How does a relationship work? Don't you know that at this point you should stay silent and then kiss me?"

Mochizuki Miki wasn't shy at all when talking about these things.

Instead, he acted like a serious teacher, instructing the boy.

Gen Tsukino said with a hint of amusement, "Of course, I don't know as much about these things as you, Mochizuki-sensei."

"Stop mocking me. I only learned this after acting in so many movies. Those screenwriters love to write these kinds of plots. Unreasonable forced kisses, hysterical entanglements—it's exhausting to watch."

She even started complaining about these things.

Gen Tsukino smiled but did not answer. This was not an industry he was familiar with, so he did not offer much comment.

After talking to herself for a while, Mochizuki Miki blinked and asked, "Is summer vacation almost over?"

"Yeah, almost."

"It's great that this matter can be resolved before your summer vacation ends."

"So, it was all for my own good?"

The boy feigned surprise.

The woman pressed down on the back of his hand, then looked at him with a smile, her bright eyes seemingly filled with a misty haze.

An actor's sense of conviction is very important. The most important thing to highlight this sense of conviction is, of course, to have expressive eyes.

Her eyes were like that; not only were they beautiful, but they also seemed to speak volumes.

In any atmosphere or situation, they can say what they want to say without you even having to speak.

"Don't look at me like that, it makes me feel awkward."

"Pfft~"

The woman smiled and took the opportunity to lean into Tsukino Gen's arms.

Tsukino Gen could naturally raise his arm and pull her into his chest. The gesture was as intimate and natural as that of an old married couple, even though they had only spent a few days together in total.

Therefore, there is no way to talk about the affinity or compatibility between people.

You've known your childhood sweetheart for over ten years, but they've become just friends. Then you suddenly marry a man you've only known for a few days.

The childhood sweethearts you've heard about are the enviable ones who grow up together and then smoothly walk down the aisle.

Fairy tales are just stories people hear.

So-called happiness seems to be something that is deliberately spread and desired, causing people to exhaust themselves trying to achieve it.

The woman nestled in the boy's arms quieted down.

Enjoying the warmth flowing between breaths, silence seems to speak louder than a thousand words.

Waiting for the rain to stop, even though it continues to fall.

Falling from the sky.

Falling from the clouds.

From whose eyes, from whose heart did it fall?

"I suddenly don't want to go back to being an actor."

Gen Tsukino felt the other person gently bumping against his chin.

"Do you think you won't live much longer?"

"No, it's just that I feel so tired now that this matter is over, even though I didn't do anything. Especially seeing those people die without a word, disappearing from this world without any value, without even leaving their names. It makes me feel like a lot of things have lost their meaning."

"Is this a sign of depression? Although I might have some solutions for your condition, I'm not a psychologist."

"Pfft. I'm being serious with you, can you please stop making me laugh?"

"I'm being serious."

She looked up at Tsukino Gen; the angle was a bit awkward, as she could only see his chin.

So the boy lowered his head and looked into her eyes.

She smiled and said.

"Don't worry, I grew up in this family, after all. Although I later became an actor and seem to have no connection with Bai Feng's family, I'm not surprised by these things. It's just that witnessing them firsthand makes a difference. This world is really unfair, isn't it?"

She paused, then continued, "Actually, what I was thinking was that you're an orphan. If you didn't have this ability, if you weren't so special, you might have become just another nobody, cannon fodder that could disappear at any time in the hands of powerful figures. That would be such a pity."

Gen Tsukino's eyes were indifferent.

"No, that's not true. Because someone like me wouldn't let you notice me, much less make you feel sorry for me. That's a story from another timeline."

Gen Tsukino, an unknown figure.

A period of time without any major upheavals.

The stories of ordinary people will not be included in any books, nor will they leave a single word in history.

She turned around, in that familiar, obsessive way.

Even though Mochizuki Miki is considered to be the oldest among the women he is close to, she is still very old.

But this woman was sometimes even more obsessed than those young girls.

She likes it this way; as she talks, she snuggles into his arms.

Then, when an opportunity arises, it turns over, climbs onto its own body, and sits in its own lap.

She spread her legs wide without any hesitation, then wrapped them around her waist and abdomen.

Then she hugged her neck with both hands, raised her head, blushed, and stared at herself with a dazed look.

The flush on his face seemed to be a kind of intoxication that could be brewed even without alcohol.

Instead of rushing to kiss her, she took the opportunity to rest her head on her shoulder and press her cheek against her own.

A true sticker in the real sense.

“You’re not someone who doesn’t care, and I don’t care about other timelines. Anyway, in this timeline, you’ve already entered my life. Even if it’s a very short one.”

We hadn't known each other for very long.

But it seems to be progressing very quickly.

There's nothing we can do about it; a precarious situation always makes things more intense and emotions more direct.

After all, in her view, there was no room for hesitation or ambiguity.

She was both anxious and cherishing of this ambiguous atmosphere, a memory that could blossom into passion.

Don't you find this absurd?

Gen Tsukino inhaled the fragrance emanating from her hair.

"What absurdity."

"We haven't known each other for very long."

“I know, but the first time you saw me, I was at my most disheveled. From that moment on, I had no secrets from you.”

She smiled and kissed Tsukino Gen's ear.

"Then I took the initiative to find you and said things I had never said before, which basically confirmed that you were a special person to me."

"From now on, the ups and downs we've experienced are perhaps the life of many people. I don't find the plot rushed or absurd at all. I just regret that I met you too late, and there may be many things I didn't have time to do with you."

Gen Tsukino smiled, took the initiative to reach out, and wrapped his arms tightly around the other person's waist.

It seems as if she is placing the toy in her arms into the most suitable position.

This is not a lewd act; it is the most natural and instinctive attraction between men and women, drawing them closer to each other.

"Any earlier and I would have been a minor."

"Wouldn't that taste even better?"

"Aunt Wangyue, you really are a pervert."

"Is calling me 'Auntie' a particular quirk of yours?"

Mochizuki Miki wouldn't get angry about these things; on the contrary, she would show her unique charm at such times.

Understanding men is a woman's talent.

She pushed Tsukino Gen away slightly and stared intently at the boy's exceptionally handsome face.

"We can do it today."

Gen Tsukino shook his head.

The woman pouted.

"What?! Is your progress really that slow? I'm stuck in a queue!"

Gen Tsukino was amused.

Are you in such a hurry?

Calling this a queue is absurd.

She gritted her teeth, then pressed her ear against the boy's and whispered just two sentences.

It almost made Tsukino Gen lose control.

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

"But I'm just like the mud outside."

hiss.

A fairy! I recognized her at a glance!

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(End of this chapter)