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

"Ah Xun?"

Huacheng Xingzi blinked.

In the hazy rain, the boy's eyes slowly met hers.

Stern sword-like eyebrows, clear and deep eyes, delicate nose, smooth and handsome lips… This face is so handsome that it can make the heartbeat of those who see it for the first time stop. It is simply the perfect child born from the affair between dreams and reality.

The boy came through the rain.

He always had a refreshing smile on his face, and Huacheng Xingzi thought that this expression could definitely be on the cover of an education magazine.

After a while, the curtain of the mourning hall was lifted, and a clear and hearty voice was heard.

"It's getting late, it's time to bury the dead..."

The person who was speaking walked into the venue, and people on both sides dispersed like the tide.

Everybody looked towards him.

The boy has delicate features and sparkling eyes.

He has a straight nose and is full of energy from head to toe, exuding a heroic spirit.

Opposite the mourning hall, in the rainy corridor, Huacheng Li Zi stared at the other side of the rain curtain.

The boy's childish features showed that his face was still very immature relative to his life; he could not yet be called a man.

But facing a man in a mourning hall, he walked towards the widow fearlessly, his strong chest erect like the bow of a ship riding the wind and waves.

"Who is this young man?"

There was a hint of jealousy in the three women's doubtful voices!

Chapter 4: The Bitch of Literary Women

Don't get me wrong, Huacheng Lizi is not a sister-con.

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

She is jealous even of smaller men!

"His name is Iinuma Isao, and he's the son of my aunt's best friend." Hanashiro Iori introduced in a low voice.

"Hmph! Shame on you..."

Huacheng Lizi curled her lips and glared at the sister opposite her with disdain: "She even seduced her best friend's son. It's really a disgrace to the family. I don't have a sister like her!"

You never treated her as your sister...

Huacheng Iori agreed calmly: "Yes, yes, my aunt is right."

"Iinuma Isao? That's a good name, it has the same name as the kendo boy in "Running Horse"..."

Hanashiro Kuriko's eyes then fell on Iinuma Isao, and she couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth slightly: "He looks like a beautiful boy who only appears in books. His face is comparable to Matsueda Kiyoaki in "Spring Snow". And the proud temperament in him is just like what is described in "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" - the pride of a boy must be relaxed, bright, clearly visible to the naked eye, and shining... Great, I have to snatch him away from his sister."

"..."

Huacheng Iori rubbed his forehead with a headache.

In front of Iinuma Isao, she said that her younger sister-in-law was a bit of a bitch and a bit tease, and that was not really malicious slander.

On the surface, Huacheng Lizi is a quiet, virtuous, artistic older woman, but deep down, she has always been a little bitch who bullies her older sister by taking advantage of her young age.

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

She wants everything my sister likes.

And she didn't want the new one, she had to grab the one from her sister.

"Humph, my sister kicked me out, and I thought she had some backup plan, but it turns out she found some help. I want to see if this little guy is capable of protecting you, a slutty fox..."

Huacheng Lizi laughed thoughtfully.

She made up her mind that if Iinuma Isao was really powerful, she would snatch him away from her sister.

If Iinuma Isao wasn't good enough, she would jump in right away, pointing at her sister's nose and laughing: "You're living like a dog at your age, and you're counting on such a silver-plated spear head, hahahaha...!"

"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 was right. Sisters are definitely the most evil creatures in the universe. Fortunately, Caiyu doesn't have a sister...

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At this time, Iinuma Isao had no idea that he was being targeted.

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

Everyone's eyes turned over.

Although the boy looked at least fifteen years younger than the lady, he was already half a head taller than the lady who was nearly 1.7 meters tall. He could protect the lady behind him with just a slight move of his feet.

"You, who are you... This is the Huacheng family's funeral. Anyone who has nothing to do with you please leave immediately."

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

The boy is tall, with broad shoulders, and his neck, which extends from his collar, makes him look clean and strong.

He possesses both the handsome and elegant bearing of a nobleman and the strong and proud masculine beauty of a samurai.

That lively and handsome face is the embodiment of youth and the product of the favor of the goddess of beauty.

Greasy middle-aged fat man, so jealous.

"me……"

Iinuma Isao laughed and raised his right hand slightly.

Huacheng Xingzi reacted quickly.

She seemed to understand something from his actions, or maybe his face was so similar to his mother's that she felt familiar and kind.

The peerless widow let down her guard and for the first time in her life, she held the hand of a member of the opposite sex other than her relatives. She looked at everyone with dignity and introduced them:

"Excuse me, everyone. I didn't want him to come out because he's in mourning, but since he's here, I'll introduce him to you all. His name is Iinuma Isao, the son of my best friend, my adopted son, and the fiancé I chose for Iori."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a commotion in the mourning hall, and everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and doubt.

Now, the Huacheng family has a man again.

Although young...

But you just say he has a penis!

"..."

Iinuma Isao smiled gently and humbly.

I thought Madam would just make up a distant relative or something, but you started with adopted son-in-law or something like that, which makes it difficult for me to handle... Hey, Madam's little hands are so soft and smooth, just like my mother's...

Huacheng Xingzi held one of his hands tightly and smelled the faint scent of verbena on the boy.

The subtle scent of grass instantly soothed her tense spirit and she felt less dizzy.

The smell of verbena...

It smells like body incense...

I miss that time so much.

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

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

Huacheng Xingzi couldn't help but yawn.

The long-dormant sleepiness immediately came over me.

The new stepmother's snow-white and jade-like hands were kneaded a few times in the boy's palms.

Huacheng Xingzi immediately perked up and said coldly: "Don't mess around! I will only hold your hand because you look so much like your mother..."

Iinuma Xun tilted his head and explained in her ear: "When I hold my mother's hand, I always can't help but pinch her. It's really not intentional."

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 Saburo Tanaka's face twisted.

Asshole, that was clearly mine, how could it be snatched away by such a little brat...

Just as he was about to get angry, Iinuma Isao suddenly let go of his stepmother's hand and glanced at him nonchalantly: "Don't stand there, let's start the funeral..."

Before he finished speaking, lightning flashed.

Saburo Tanaka couldn't help but shiver with fear.

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Most of the cemeteries in Japan are controlled by temples.

This cemetery in Senjuin was funded by 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 for 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 stood straight, and the loose mourning clothes could not cover her graceful figure.

Looking closely from a distance, one can see that the solemn mourning dress really fits her dignified temperament perfectly, without any sense of disharmony.

Speaking of mourning clothes, a widow like her who is trembling with fear and treading on thin ice is a great material for hentai and action movies.

Since entering junior high school, Isao Iinuma has often left his mother behind in the name of studying and gone to his classmates' homes to look at study materials.

According to the plot development in the information, if he had not arrived in time, his stepmother might have become the heroine of the expansion pack.

Perhaps my stepmother will sink into depravity.

After all, in learning materials, all conditions are secondary, as long as D is great, he can do whatever he wants.

Unlike the real world, a good-looking face and a healthy body are the killer weapons to win the heart and soul of a rich woman... Thinking of this, it is understandable that the fat man hid in the dark corner with a jealous look on his face and peeked at me.