Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

Chapter 11: The Angel with Nothing But Beauty and Wisdom

After Huacheng Xingzi left, the huge house became even more deserted.

Iinuma Isao came to the courtyard with a bamboo sword.

The courtyard of Huacheng's house is very large, with a large cherry tree in the middle, a pond on the left, and a flower field on the right.

The edge of the flower field is the edge of the tea room.

The so-called engawa is an open corridor found in traditional Japanese houses, where the family can sit together and enjoy the scenery.

In front of the sliding door of the tea room, Iinuma Isao sat cross-legged and looked at the old cherry tree in the courtyard.

The sky was gloomy, and the red weeping cherry trees were in full bloom, with clusters of flowers looking like light pink umbrellas floating in the air.

A gust of wind blew.

The cherry trees swayed, and petals fell profusely, covering the wooden corridor with petals.

Isao Iinuma sat in meditation like an old monk, entering a state of contemplation.

My mother once said that there is spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and that meditation can sense the spiritual energy and achieve extraordinary results... It sounds wonderful, but after fifteen years, apart from feeling hot in summer and cold in winter when meditating, Iinuma Isao has not felt anything else.

But he still persisted.

After all, meditating before practicing sword is a very ritualistic and classy thing to do.

At this time, the rain stopped and the clouds opened, revealing a faint morning light.

The morning sun shone on the wet grass and cherry blossoms, reflecting the glittering shadows of the water droplets.

This scene is very beautiful!

Iinuma Isao slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

He had just stood up to practice swordplay when he suddenly heard footsteps.

Turning around, I saw the angel standing five meters away, with his slender brows slightly frowned and in a state of hesitation, apparently considering whether to say hello or just leave.

Iinuma Isao cheerfully stood up and greeted, "Hey, angel-sama, you're up."

Huacheng Iori instinctively took a step back.

Hey, what do you mean by backing off?

Facing the other party's surprised gaze, she said expressionlessly: "Sorry, Iinuma-san, I don't want to touch you."

"What?" Iinuma Isao was stunned.

Hanajo Iori said seriously, "The thoughts in your head just now would make kindergarten kids laugh. I'm afraid that if I get close to you, I'll be infected with your pure and clear nature, so I'm sorry."

"..."

Iinuma Isao's face, which was originally full of smiles, suddenly turned dark.

'Is this a flat-chested, sharp-tongued monster?'

In an instant, Huacheng Iori's face darkened visibly.

She narrowed her eyes and glared at Iinuma Isao for a full five seconds as if threatening or murdering him, and finally turned and left without saying a word.

"Hey?" Iinuma Isao shouted from behind, "You are allowed to complain about me, but I am not allowed to complain about you? This double standard is not good!"

Huacheng Iori continued walking forward with a blank expression.

"You don't have any tolerance at all, and you deserve to be called an angel?" Iinuma Isao continued to complain.

Hanashiro Iori stopped and looked back at Iinuma Isao at the end of the corridor with a meaningful smile on his face: "I don't mind at all!"

"Hey, you're not angry?"

"I've never encountered anything that can really make me angry." Huacheng Iori smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, with a serious look in his eyes, "If you can really make me angry, I will look up to you even more."

"So you are pretending to be angry on purpose?" Iinuma Isao looked puzzled.

Hanashiro Iori winked playfully and smiled at him, "Iinuma-san, your way of coaxing girls is terrible. I'm really curious, with your skills, how do you make your aunt happy?"

"Are you provoking me, a woman who has nothing but beauty and intelligence?" Iinuma Isao asked loudly.

Hanashiro Iori suddenly covered the collar of his shirt with one hand and pressed the hem of his pleated skirt with the other hand, his eyes alert: "Could it be that you have imagined some weird strategy game in your mind with me as the target?"

"You can obviously see through what I'm thinking, don't frame me!"

"Ah, isn't there?"

"A little bit doesn't count!"

The smile on Hanashiro Iori's face became brighter, but there was a sense of danger: "When you are no longer afraid of me, then think about defeating me. Come on, don't fall so quickly. After all, even God can't resist my charm."

After saying that, she turned around.

Like a weightless ghost, he floated away.

"I'm not afraid of you..."

"Well, I am a little scared. Who wouldn't be afraid of a monster who can see through your thoughts at any time..."

"How do we defeat her?"

Iinuma Isao was holding a bamboo sword, and for a moment he felt helpless as if he had drawn his sword and looked around.

Kenshin is confused!

The wind blew through the yard, cherry blossoms fell colorfully, and the old cherry tree looked at him quietly.

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In the evening, Huacheng Xingzi returned home.

In the company, she is still the calm and cool female president, saving Huacheng Construction which is in crisis.

But just as she got back to the door of her house, she felt dizzy. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. It took her a while to catch her breath.

She went straight back to her room and continued working on the documents. She only came to her senses when her stomach protested.

Night has fallen.

Outside the window, countless raindrops are pouring down without stopping.

After having a tasteless lunch box at noon, Huacheng Xingzi was already starving.

Iinuma Isao was cooking at this time.

Huacheng Xingzi sent a message to her niece and went to the front hall with her computer and documents.

Light the fireplace and continue working on the table next to it.

When the fireplace started burning, the flames brought heat to the room.

The widow's forehead was illuminated red by the jumping flames, and she heard the sound of light footsteps in her ears.

"Aunt, you're looking for me?"

Hanashiro Iori's gentle voice sounded.

In the darkness of the night, her body was enveloped in soft firelight, like an angel floating in the air.

Huacheng Xingzi tilted her head, her eyes soft, "The revenge of the Red Snapper Group should come next month. I'll talk to Axun and ask him to take you to Xiaogu."

"Sorry, I refuse."

An angel is indeed an angel. Even with her blunt rejection, her voice is still sweet.

"Iori, you have to be obedient..."

"I never listen to stupid things."

"..."

Hua Cheng Xingzi's eyes turned cold, and she raised her voice, giving an order in a firm and decisive manner, "I am the master of this family now! I told you to leave, and you have to leave!"

The aunt's emotions suddenly became excited, which seemed to be what the angel expected.

"What happens after I'm gone?" the angel asked with a smile.

Her smile was very healing, and Huacheng Xingzi's cold expression softened a little: "The adults will handle the adults' affairs, you just need to live peacefully with your aunt..."

"By saying that adults will take care of it, do you mean that I will be turned into a sow and played with by others?" the angel asked bluntly.

Huacheng Xingzi's body trembled.

Pressed by her niece, the aunt was in a state of confusion and didn't know how to answer.

In the gloomy atmosphere, the angel asked her aunt in a calm tone and expression: "Do you want to end up like my mother?"

"……you know?"

"I know."

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi looked at her niece with complicated thoughts: "I'm sorry..."

However, her niece's eyes just passed over her head without even looking at her face.

"The other party's goal is to swallow up the entire Huacheng family, even including you. Blindly tolerating and compromising will not change the situation at all. Aunt, don't be wishful thinking. Even if you get yourself involved, it will only delay the time of being swallowed up..."

The angel said with a cold expression.

"Of course my aunt knows this..."

Huacheng Xingzi looked depressed and murmured to herself: "But I still want to protect this family. Even if it costs me my life..."

The last part of this sentence trembled slightly.

——The lady’s voice revealed her determination.

The angel looked at the boy busy in the kitchen on one side of the hall and said softly, "You can't change anything even if you try your best. It's better to stay quietly and let those who are capable do their best..."

After that, she turned around and moved lightly.

Like no weight.

There was a spiral staircase next to the living room, and the angel walked up the stairs and disappeared into the corridor on the second floor.