How rude, we are pure love!

As the night deepens, the mansions on the hillside are brightly lit.

Is it time to give Qingye-kun an official identity?

Yukinoshita's mother's thoughts drifted away as she pondered this issue. Although she had always treated the boy as her adopted son-in-law, he was actually still in the probation period. After all, it concerned the future of the family and the girl's lifelong happiness, so it was always better to be cautious.

So far, she is still very optimistic about Qingye's future. She is smart, has an extraordinary temperament, treats people gently and well-educated, behaves neither servilely nor arrogantly, and has a maturity that does not match her age - she has observed her over the years and there is no doubt about it. She even thinks that Yukino has received instructions from God.

But love is an awkward matter, especially since Kiyono and Haruno are both at a very delicate age. Being too abrupt might damage their relationship, which makes her hesitate.

"Mrs. Yukinoshita, I heard that you adopted an outstanding son two years ago. When will you bring him to meet us?"

The slightly teasing voice brought the kimono beauty back to her senses. She raised her head, covered her lips with a small paper fan, and said with a smile:

"The child is still young, just wait another two years."

At this moment, she was attending a banquet hosted by a diplomat. The banquet was neither large nor luxurious, and was simply held in his own yard. Although the people invited were not from the top consortiums, they were also considered to be at the top of the pyramid.

The people who are communicating with each other here with friendly smiles may be hostile to each other in private. Even so, they still come to participate. This is the way of survival of different classes. Everyone is a fish swimming in a pond. Unless they are strong enough, no one can jump out.

As members of the Yukinoshita family, who are involved in both politics and business, it is imperative for them to maintain good relationships with others. This is the responsibility of every member of the family.

The person who spoke to her just now was another Chinese lady whose family was headed by women. These female-dominated families would naturally form small groups. After all, women in the same situation would always have more topics to talk about.

Several high-ranking and glamorous women gathered together, naturally attracting many astonished glances. The most eye-catching one among them was Yukinoshita's mother who was wearing traditional kimono.

Even though she already has two children, her face still shows no signs of aging, as if she has defeated time. Her youthful and delicate appearance has the dignified temperament that only a mature woman has. Men of any age will be attracted to such a woman.

Yukinoshita's mother had long been accustomed to these gazes, and her face was calm. In fact, she did not like such occasions, but being born in such a family and having a carefree life, it was natural for her to take responsibility for it.

She believed that this was a kind of equal happiness, so she felt that Yang No should also live according to the path she had taken.

"That's right, that's right."

Another pretty lady with twin ponytails, also wearing a kimono, opened her folding fan with a smile.

"Have you been following the recent Akutagawa Prize? I hear there's a super-amazing young writer emerging. Everyone's hailing him as a benchmark for future literature, saying he'll bring a new summer to literature just like Natsume Soseki did."

Akutagawa Prize?

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Yukinoshita's mother raised her eyebrows with interest - she used to be a literary young woman, and most of the books in the library were sorted by her personally, and she also studied the literary world because of Qingye.

As one of the most famous literary awards, it is rare to find young writers who can win the award in modern times. Even most of the literary masters in history became famous when they were around 30 years old.

I wonder if Kiyono-kun will ever hope to achieve something like this… she thought thoughtfully.

Hearing this, the other women also became interested. The women in this land have always had a special admiration for writers. It seems that it is because the "aesthetics" of the writers' works touches their emotional side, or it seems that it is a concept left over from the Heian period.

"How young is that?"

"I heard...he's only this big."

The hostess of the banquet said a number in a serious tone.

As soon as the words fell, this small space fell into a brief silence. These wealthy ladies who were used to seeing outstanding men also felt that it was not real.

"This...ah, it would be great if my family could have an adopted son like this to inherit the family business."

A rich woman couldn't help but sigh.

He hasn't even started high school yet? It turns out there really are such geniuses in the world... Yukinoshita's mother's heart was also filled with countless emotions. At this age, isn't he about the same age as Kiyono-kun...?

Uh, uh?

She suddenly realized something.

*

In a house with a half-open paper door, a beauty in kimono is kneeling on the tatami, holding a book in her hand. The cover is made of blue and black. Although there is no pattern, such a simple combination creates a sense of depth. It can be seen that it is definitely the work of a master. The font of the book title is just right. There is no doubt that this is a profound work that has won the Akutagawa Prize.

Just today, she spent most of the day reading this book. It is worthy of being a work praised by the media and the literary world. The elegant writing style, the detailed psychological description, and the subtle touch of emotion are like a pot of clear sake that leaves people with endless aftertaste.

If this was a work created by a middle-aged writer, she might be able to rank it in the top three of respected and favorite works, but when she thinks of the person who wrote it...how should this relationship be calculated?

There was a clear spring flowing in front of her and the empty mountain was quiet, but her heart was far from being so comfortable and peaceful.

Mother Yukinoshita carefully placed the book on the low table, pressed her forehead with one hand, and her mind couldn't help but flash back to the information she had read in the past two days -

The first edition of 30,000 copies sold out in just two weeks, leading to a second reprint. Even the media used the exaggerated headline: [The Fastest Legend in History] The Imperial Genius Boy Builds a "Literary Empire"!

At first glance, this sales volume is similar to that of a popular new light novel, but the sales of physical literature have long been increasingly bleak under the impact of the Internet and the times. Apart from those classic works, the income from ordinary Akutagawa Prize-winning works is far less than that of some light novel writers.

However, becoming famous in literature requires time to develop and is even closely related to the overall social atmosphere. However, Qingye directly broke this rule and reached the upper limit.

Once it shows signs of becoming a social phenomenon, overseas printing copyright fees, film and television fees... it will truly gain both fame and fortune, and both social status and financial gains will far exceed those of light novel writers.

In fact, the two cannot be compared.

She couldn't help but take out the paper fan next to the tatami and tapped her palms with it. She felt a little dazed for a moment.

Is wandering the streets really the way to train a person? Apart from this reason, she really couldn't imagine where Qingye had developed his writing skills and experience.

Qingye achieved this at the age of fifteen...what about the future?

The youngest great writer in history is the...adopted son of the Yukinoshita family?

I hope those old-fashioned people in the literary world won’t scold them to death.

The person in charge of the Yukinoshita family is in a sweet dilemma.

At this moment, two footsteps sounded from outside the corridor, one cheerful and playful, the other calm and steady.

"Mom, we are here." Yang Nai sat opposite his mother, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his smile three times brighter than usual, as if he had found some support.

Qingye sat down next to him, his expression and movements the same as usual, gentle yet respectful.

Yukinoshita's mother looked at the boy with a complicated expression in her eyes. Then, she sighed like a young girl, picked up the book on the table, and her tone was rarely filled with a hint of complaint:

"Qingye-kun, why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"I was afraid that you would be disappointed if the sales were not good at the beginning. Besides, Miss Yang No also ordered me to keep it a secret, saying that she had prepared a surprise for you." Qingye passed the blame without hesitation.

"The surprise is so great that it almost turns into a shock..."

The beauty in kimono muttered softly, and after thinking about it, her expression became much softer. She didn't ask too many questions, but just said one sentence.

"It must have been very hard for Qingye-kun to write this book. Actually, there's no need to be so anxious."

She saw Qingye's urgent desire to prove himself. Even if they had a good relationship, he would feel guilty if he always accepted care from others... This was just the way he was too strong and mature, even though he was just a child.

After all, she had watched Kiyono grow up, and his tragic past and his current personality had aroused the maternal compassion of the kimono beauty. She had unknowingly begun to regard the boy as a child of the Yukinoshita family.

“Writing is also my hobby.”

Qingye smiled and did not deny being modest. If he did not find some reasons for his success, others would probably regard him as a freak!

The air gradually fell silent. He looked at Yukinoshita's mother's face, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"By the way, Auntie, I'm going to be a high school student soon, and I'm already an independent adult! So, can I move out on my own? Of course, I'll be back anytime you call..."

It was inevitable that he seemed a little proud to say such things right after achieving some success. However, he inexplicably felt that if he didn't say it now, he would never have the chance to say it again in the future!

however……

"No."

got rejected.

I was rejected without even thinking about it.

Feeling the strange gazes of Qingye and his daughter, a blush appeared on the snow-white cheeks of the elegant beauty. Her eyes drifted away embarrassedly, and she quietly picked up the folding fan to cover half of her cheek to hide her emotions.

How could they easily give away Qingye, a treasure given by God to the Yukinoshita family?

Although I know that Qingye values ​​his relatives' children very much, what if someone from another family takes a fancy to him and asks him to marry into the family?

She still feels regretful that they had too little time to share hardships together!

So, we can’t let it go, we definitely can’t let it go.

Isn't it natural for an adopted child to live at home? No one can criticize him. It's perfectly fine for him to live at home throughout middle school, not to mention high school!

*

Kiyono and Yukinoshita Haruno walked side by side on the porch, and the short-haired girl playfully walked in the moonlight.

Qingye glanced at her, thought for a moment, and said seriously:

"Ms. Yang No, is there anything I can do for you? I may not be able to do this right now, but I should be able to do it in a few years."

He recalled how he felt when he received his first royalty in the previous world. At that time, the first thing he wanted to do was to take Lao Ba out for a good meal. This time, he was surrounded by his family.

The feeling of thinking of important people is exactly the same.

In the final analysis, his demands for material things and money are actually not high. Compared to these, pursuing his own ideals, repaying those who help him, and making the people around him live a better life are what he values ​​more.

The Yukinoshita family took care of him for several years without saying anything. Although it can be considered an investment, he doesn't care much about it. Of course, the first thing he does when he has the ability is to express his attitude. He dare not say that he will tie them up for life, but he has no problem giving back for half his life.

The reason why he embarked on the literary path early was also due to this consideration - he could not always accept other people's kindness with peace of mind.

"Wow, my brother-in-law has really become a man in both mind and body. He even thinks of helping his sister."

Yukinoshita Haruno paused, and a few ripples appeared in her bright navy blue eyes. Even she herself couldn't tell how much of her kindness to Qingye was true and how much was false, but it was certainly not a pure emotion. Now that she saw Qingye thinking of her innocent feelings whenever he made money, she still felt a little guilty and complicated.

Sometimes she also felt that she was a dark and bad woman, because after seeing Qingye's continuous achievements, in addition to joy and pride in her heart, the first thing that came to her mind was how they should use this identity.

I'm also thinking about whether I should try a different way to get along with him.

But now, Qingye was easier to talk to than usual, and his attitude was more gentle. This upright character suddenly made her feel that she didn't need to think so much, and just had to be the same as usual.

A devilish smile appeared on her face:

"If my request conflicts with Yukino-kun's, who will Niki-kun choose to help?"

Faced with such a tricky question, if it were an ordinary boy, he would probably stammer and find it difficult to cope, but the Pure Love Warrior just smiled:

"I believe that gentle sister Yang No will not embarrass her younger siblings."

"Slick-talking boy, huh."

*

July 7th.

This is Yukinoshita Haruno's birthday. Her birthday is as beautiful as most girls imagine: she wears a gorgeous and complicated white dress like a princess, with a small silver crown on her head and an exquisite cake in front of her. She is the only protagonist of the party, the prince will give her crystal shoes, and people will praise her sincerely.

"If only it were sincere..."

Chirp, chirp, the sound of cicadas in the yard is annoying.

It was late at night. In the darkness, Yukinoshita Haruno sank into the soft bed. She rested her forehead with her arms, silently feeling the tiredness of her body.

The previous scenes played in her mind frame by frame. Today was her eighteenth birthday. Her mother held a grand party as if to announce some kind of signal to others. As if aware of her age, the teenagers of the same age became more enthusiastic and direct.

Although she had cleverly fooled them all, he still felt a deep sense of exhaustion.

the most important is……

"I had a fight with that guy again."

As if she had thought of something interesting, the corner of the young lady's lips showed a wicked smile that she would never show in front of outsiders.

If you don't clearly notice certain things, you can still deceive yourself and think that nothing happened. But once a crack of doubt arises, the gap will become bigger and bigger.

Her mother gave her a gift today, an impeccable and exquisite gift for a parent, but it was at a party, with other people.

After returning home, she asked lightly, "Is this a gift from the Yukinoshita family, or from a mother?"

The woman just sighed.

This reminded Yukinoshita Haruno of the world she lived in, and a feeling of indescribable loss came over her.

Since this is a real simulation, shouldn't she be able to do what she wants and live the life she wants? Why is she still following her mother's plan step by step? What is she expecting from that person?

The long and dense eyelashes fluttered gently, and at this moment——

Knock knock knock, there was a knock on the door. Yukinoshita Haruno instantly came back to her senses and said playfully:

"Who is it?"

"Santa Claus." A pretentious voice came from outside the door.