Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Apricot's face looked like it had been properly washed and cleaned; it didn't look like a little kitten after crying.

She answered Uesugi Kiyoshi timidly, "Maki-neechan said she was going to the group in Kyoto to help Uesugi-kun, so she left first."

"Narumi-kun and Shino-na-chan said they hadn't been to Kyoto in a long time and wanted to see what Kyoto was like now, so they went out together."

“Ah Lin ate a lot of the snacks I made and went back to her room to sleep—should I go and wake her up?”

Uesugi Kiyoshi waved helplessly.

"No need, let her sleep. If she wakes up now, she'll start eating without restraint again."

After saying that, Uesugi Kiyoshi put his hands together, said "I'm starting to eat," and began to deal with the food in front of him.

He was indeed a little hungry; his appetite had been growing larger lately, and he was starting to rival Ah Lin's.

This is understandable, as a swordsman's "qi" is a combination of physical and mental strength, and in terms of physical strength, eating is the best way to nourish oneself.

Kyoko Nohara ate her meal in small bites, but would occasionally steal glances at Kiyoshi Uesugi's profile. Her eyebrows were curved, and her slightly swollen eyes were full of laughter.

She is happy now because of Uesugi Kiyoshi's promise, "I won't let you leave."

Hearing Uesugi Kiyoshi say this in person, and add that "I also like Kyoko," her emotions were like a rollercoaster, soaring from the lowest point to the highest.

She didn't care whether Uesugi Kiyoshi was having affairs or not.

She just hoped that no matter how late it was, she could keep a dinner table ready and wait for him to come home.

This is my lifelong dream.

Uesugi Kiyoshi felt a little uneasy under Kyoko's gaze. He hadn't been able to vent his anger on Akutagawa earlier, and the frustration and guilt he felt hadn't subsided. Now, being looked at so affectionately by the little white rabbit made him feel even more uncomfortable.

When he finally looked up, he was suddenly stunned.

Xingzi had taken off her apron and was wearing a light green long dress that had been washed until it was somewhat faded.

In Uesugi Kiyoshi's memory, this was one of the few dresses Kyoko owned.

Aside from her school uniform, she didn't have any decent clothes.

Having been by his side for so long, one thing after another has come up, and he hasn't even had time to buy Xingzi any clothes.

No.

No matter how busy you are, there's always time.

He just didn't take it to heart.

Uesugi Kiyoshi can be considered someone who doesn't favor himself; he is very clear about his own thoughts and doesn't use various excuses to absolve himself of his mistakes.

so.

How much have I neglected Xingzi?

In my past life, it accompanied me throughout my entire life, and in the end, it went to the Yellow Springs with me.

We met again in this life, and he willingly took care of my daily needs, yet I treated him like this?

Uesugi Kiyoshi couldn't help but speak up.

"Xingzi, how about I take you shopping tomorrow? Just the two of us, okay?"

Kyoko Nohara was lost in thought when she suddenly heard this and looked up in surprise.

"Okay, sure."

Although she said she agreed, it didn't mean that Kyoko understood what Uesugi Kiyoshi was saying.

She simply couldn't refuse Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Even with the most demanding requests, she would always answer "okay".

After she finally realized what was happening, her expression immediately turned happy and sweet, but it didn't last long before she became somewhat uneasy again.

"I'm fine with it, but doesn't Uesugi-kun have to work?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi took out his phone, examined the map that Priest Yuzuru had given him, and nodded slightly.

"It's alright, it won't delay things."

"I'll choose the location, how about that?"

Kyoko nodded happily—a date between the two of them was enough to make her heart flutter.

Seeing Kyoko's smiling face, Uesugi Kiyoshi's mood finally calmed down a bit.

Since we're going to explore that area anyway, we might as well take Xingzi there first and buy some clothes. That would be a good idea.

Balancing public and private interests will prevent mistakes from happening.

With his current strength, protecting Xingzi would be a piece of cake, and he would have no worries about the future.

The two of them are having dinner here.

On the other side, on the top floor of the skyscraper, Li Fuyao, dressed in a black dress, stepped out of the stopped elevator.

The corridor, bathed in warm light, was deserted. At the end of the corridor, two bodyguards in suits stood in front of a heavy wooden door.

When they saw Li Fuyao, their expressions changed, and they bowed in respect.

Li Fuyao ignored them and simply pushed open the door to enter.

The two bodyguards seemed inclined to obstruct the operation, but after a moment's hesitation, they ultimately did not take any action.

They were somewhat hesitant.

As soon as the door opened, a cacophony of voices poured out.

The high heels tapped on the wooden floor, and the faint smile on her lips turned stern.

Li Fuyao, like a solemn black lotus, stepped through the door.

Instantly, the surrounding noise subsided considerably.

This is a fairly large conference room, and quite a few people are already seated around the long table.

There were men and women, all dressed in sharp suits, looking every bit the important figures of "high society".

The people here have one thing in common.

They all share the surname Phoenix Courtyard.

Most Japanese zaibatsu (financial conglomerates) are family-run businesses, and the Hououin family is a prime example.

Upon seeing Li Fuyao enter, a somewhat chubby young man with a sinister face let out a soft snort.

"With so many elders at the ceremony, you just barged in like that? Uncle Qi's family is getting less and less respectful of etiquette."

The young man raised his voice and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Li Fuyao didn't even bother to look at him, because in her heart, he was a dead man.

From the moment he decided to make an example of someone and give the Collectors Association a warning, he was already dead, just waiting two days before being buried.

Of course, this doesn't mean she won't fight back.

"Those who know will understand that this is the Phoenix Inu family's council chamber, but those who don't will think they've entered a vegetable market when they see this scene."

"Elders, whose family holds meetings like this? Is there no set rule?"

At the head of the long table in the conference room, an elderly man with white hair was resting with his eyes closed. When he heard Li Fuyao's voice, his eyelids twitched, but he did not open his eyes.

Instead, the people below whispered among themselves, and their gazes toward Li Fuyao became much more sinister.

Li Fuyao, however, did not take it to heart.

She took only a few steps and sat down next to an elderly man with a thin face and gray hair, who, though aged, was still very energetic.

She smiled slightly, yet there was an underlying air of superiority about her.

"Alright, everyone's here."

"Let's begin today's topic."

"Let me see what terrible ideas you elders can come up with now?"

Chapter 312 Phoenix Institute's Beginning

Who are the disadvantaged groups in all sectors of this country?

Junior, female.

Li Fuyao has both of these traits: she is of mixed race and does not have the surname Phoenix Academy.

Therefore, it is only natural that the core members of the Phoenix Institute family dislike her.

This is also why Li Fuyao spoke so bluntly.

She doesn't need to fawn over these seemingly shrewd but actually stupid, incompetent, and idiotic people.

In the past, I could just tolerate it and not get angry at them.

Now, it's different.

He woke up.

Then, the Phoenix House cannot be allowed to be ruined by these fools—every single thread and every stitch could be of use to Qing.

This is what Li Fuyao is thinking now.

Her sarcastic remarks caused a huge uproar.

In the social circles of "reserved" Japanese people, such words are considered an insult directed at someone directly.

At a family meeting, who could tolerate being pointed at and scolded by a junior, especially a woman?

An angry glint appeared on the young man's brows. He chuckled coldly twice and slammed his hand on the table.

"You're just a woman, and you don't even have the surname Phoenix Courtyard. Who gave you the audacity to spout such nonsense here?"

Li Fuyao smiled slightly, just about to tease that sinister young man and expose some of the bad things he had done, so that he would slink away and shut up, when she felt a weight on her shoulder.

She turned around and saw the old man sitting next to her—her maternal grandfather, Phoenix Institute Keiji—smile kindly at her and shake his head.

Li Fuyao obediently stopped talking.

But then they saw the old man, who, though very old, was still quite energetic, let out a heavy snort and glance at the sinister young man.