The conversation between Minamoto Yorimitsu and Kamiya Shiro was undoubtedly broken down, and it was a breakdown without any room for maneuver and without any room for maneuver.
This is a matter of course.
Naturally, Kamiya Shiro did not make any mindless decisions without hesitation, but there was no scene where they turned against each other and yelled at each other. It was all about face.
Even if Shiro Kamiya opens his mouth and is greedy for profit, he cannot really let two women serve one husband together. This is not only an exchange of interests, but also a loss of face.
Minamoto Yorimitsu said this.
It almost stepped on the Kamiya family's face.
For this kind of wealthy family derived from the modern Chinese, sometimes face is more important than profit.
But in view of the previous scene where Kamiya Shirou deliberately made things difficult for him, even if he suggested this, he did not turn his back on him, but just ended the conversation in disgust.
It's this unhesitating disgust.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu confirmed his suspicion, but left the backyard with a calm expression, and was led by his servants to the gate, where Seiko Kamiya had been waiting for a long time.
It's just different from when you first walked in.
The face of the Holy Son of Kamiya was not good, and the slight smile that he wore in the past completely disappeared. His exquisite figure remained motionless, and he had an aura of keeping strangers away from him when he stood there.
Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't have time to check the prompt box.
So I don’t know the reason yet.
But when he thought that this double first-class man had probably been plotting against him since the first meeting, he looked calm and showed no guilt at all for trampling on her dignity.
Minamoto Yorimitsu said he wanted to return to Kyoto University.
Seiko Kamiya said that he would personally send him back.
The car remained quiet on the road.
The orange-red sunset has long since set, replaced by a dark night and a city night scene shining with neon lights. The night breeze is slightly cool but just right.
Not far away, the Kyoto Tower is glowing.
The shops on the street are brightly lit, and as an ancient capital with a rich atmosphere, there are girls on the road wearing yukata and posing for photos, but most of them are still wearing short skirts.
"Today's matter has not been settled, which must be a disappointment to Miss Shengzi. It is also a bit beyond my expectation."
Minamoto Yorimitsu withdrew his gaze, feeling that the evening breeze was a little cold, so he raised the car window to the top.
"It's normal for business negotiations to fail."
The Holy Son of Kamiya responded without squinting.
What are you angry about here?
Two women serving one husband together?
Still haven’t figured out my background?
"Can you come with me for a walk?" Minamoto Yorimitsu suddenly looked to the side and said, "It's near Kyoto Tower."
The Holy Son of Kamiya frowned when he heard this.
She turned her face and looked at him quietly.
He nodded when the car passed Kyoto Tower.
Kyoto Tower is located in Shimokyo District and belongs to Keihan Electric Railway Group. It was put into use sixty years ago.
There are two rings on the top and bottom of the tower, which looks like a lighthouse as a whole. It was designed by the famous architect Mamoru Yamada himself. It is a watchtower, but it is also used for commercial purposes. In addition to the shopping mall, it also has a bathhouse and an observation deck.
I paid one thousand five hundred and forty yen.
After buying two tickets for the observatory, Minamoto no Yorimitsu and Kamiya Seiko went upstairs to the upper column of the tower.
The night wind here is even more biting.
Due to the altitude, I can even exhale white air.
But you have an unobstructed view of half of Kyoto.
In addition to the yellow lights on the tower body, there are also searchlights above that reflect white light, sweeping away the dark night and blooming with its own light.
"By the way, this is for you."
Just after entering the observatory, Minamoto no Yorimitsu suddenly took out something from his pocket, handed it to Kamiya Seiko, who was silent all the way, and stuffed it into her hand without any explanation.
The hair in front of Seiko Kamiya's forehead was a little messy due to the night wind, and suddenly something very hard was stuffed into it by Minamoto Yorimitsu. She was stunned for a moment before she started to look at it.
The thing in my hand is very hard.
And it feels a little smooth and warm to the touch.
But it was boxy. Seiko Kamiya took advantage of the light beside him to look and found that it turned out to be a transparent glue-filled piece similar to a brick, as big as half a hand.
Under the warm yellow light, what came into view inside the transparent glue were three delicate little flowers.
There are three colors: orange, white and yellow.
And these three flowers still retain the brightest colors before, lying quietly among the square glue, like sleeping beauties.
The lips of Holy Son Kamiya twitched slightly.
He stared blankly at the thing in his hand for a long time.
"Is this the way you said?"
After nearly half a minute, she held the thing in her hand and finally took the initiative to say the first sentence.
"Although I can't stop the law of withering, I can try my best to stop it. Even if I know it's a scam, wouldn't it be nice if I could deceive myself?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't look at her, but had already walked to the edge of the booth, holding the cold iron railing with both hands, and his voice was mixed with the evening breeze and reached her ears.
The Holy Son of Kamiya was suddenly stunned when he heard this.
His eyes began to flicker.
But his face has returned to calm.
"What you said makes some sense."
She agreed.
He glanced at the thing in his hand again.
Also walk to the edge of the railing.
He just waited for her to stand still.
The voice of Minamoto Yorimitsu came again.
"Have you ever noticed that you can't get a close look at many scenery?"
Before Seiko Kamiya could reply, Yorimitsu Minamoto narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had been dried out by the cool night breeze, and also tightened his clothes.
Seiko Kamiya looked at Minamoto Yorimitsu's profile.
There seemed to be a hint of reminiscence, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu's next words seemed to be recalling the past.
"For example, the Kyoto Tower was once considered a famous sight in Kyoto Prefecture. When I first came to Kyoto University in the city, I could see it towering into the clouds from a distance outside my apartment window. The two discs were very artistic.
"
"I think it is very beautiful, especially at night, when the searchlights shine out and the whole body emits yellow light. It makes it look as gorgeous as a lighthouse."
"But when I took the bus from Sakyo Ward and came to visit on the first red day of college, I found that I was wrong, and I was very wrong."
His voice was very calm, as if he was simply telling a story from the past, and Seiko Kamiya held the hard object in his hand and listened patiently.
But when he got to the end of his words, and his tone became more and more regretful, it felt like he had something to say, but it was vague and unclear.
So Kamiya Seiko looked at his side face and finally felt the desire to talk. He temporarily forgot about what happened at home in the evening, and at the same time he asked the question.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because it looks beautiful from a distance because it's hazy. But when you really look at it in front of you, it turns out that it's so shabby."
Use the word shabby to describe Kyoto Tower.
Of course it is somewhat inappropriate.
But no matter people or things, they are most afraid of comparison.
Especially when my expectations are too high.
When we see the reality, it is far different.
This sense of gap will make it even more ugly.
"The bottom wall is full of cracks. Although it has not been in disrepair, it has not been that clean over time, and the surrounding environment is also very unsanitary."
"And when I stand under the tower at night, I can't see its light in the deep sky. All I can see now are ugly and dilapidated walls."
"So I felt cheated. I didn't expect that what I had been looking forward to for so long was just a figment of my imagination and not as beautiful as I thought."
The discomfort in his heart became more and more intense, but Seiko Kamiya remained calm, thinking that he felt wrong, and repeatedly savored Yorimitsu's words.
After a while, Minamoto Yorimitsu was still looking into the distance.
She spoke again with some hesitation.
"People are like this sometimes."
She had just finished saying this, but Minamoto Norimitsu suddenly turned his head as if he had been waiting for a long time, looked into her eyes, and said meaningfully:
"Yes, sometimes people are beautiful when they are not exposed to them, but only by understanding them deeply can you know their true appearance."
"You said something -"
"At that time, Miss Shengzi was behind, right?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu interrupted her words with a wave of his hand, stared closely at Kamiya Seiko's brown boy's hole, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly asked this sentence.
Holy Son Kamiya suddenly felt a thump in his heart.
Subconsciously I wanted to deny it.
But Minamoto Yorimitsu still didn't give her a chance.
"You asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend, probably not to break free from the chains set by your so-called father, right?"
"I don't understand what you said."
She tightened her grip on the glue-filled hand.
"Don't understand?" Minamoto Noraimitsu looked at her and his eyes gradually became cold: "It's because you don't want to admit it, right?"
"Your father's request is excessive, but that's not my focus. The point is that I don't feel that he is indifferent to you, but that he values you very much."
"If my guess is correct, you were listening to us behind the screen, including the last words I said, and it was not only you but also my sister."
"What I said so much is to say that Miss Shengzi set up a trap from the beginning and kept emphasizing how she was imprisoned. But in fact, she came to test the people behind me on behalf of those in Kyoto."
Minamoto Noraimitsu's tone remained unchanged.
Even if the words are questioning.
But it seems to be stating a fact.
The eyes of Holy Son Kamiya moved slightly.
She actually didn't dare to look at him.
"Father does have this intention, but if he wants to completely deceive you, it should be discussed."
"To be discussed?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu laughed when he heard this, like a sharp knife, pointed directly at the heart of Kamiya Seiko:
"Deception is deception. Sometimes sincerity is despicable, but sometimes it is precious and pitiful."
"Although I am dealing with you, all the chips are on the table, but Miss Shengzi is not only dishonest, but also tramples on the spirit of our previous contract."
"I didn't break the deal."
Holy Son Kamiya lowered his head and said.
"Are you going to put aside the facts?"
Minamoto norimitsu asked with a smile.
Thanks to the empathy training I received from the master.
Otherwise I won’t be able to counter you!
He set up such a big scam to find out his identity.
All I can say is that it's you.
Minamoto Yorimitsu is very self-aware. Although he has been enhanced by the simulator, his appearance is now very good, and his temperament has changed drastically.
But there are too many good-looking people in the world.
Just because you are good-looking, have more temperament than ordinary people, plus a few teases and some physical contact, do you want others to fall in love with you?
There may be an ambiguous relationship.
But to talk about unconditional love, especially for a strong woman in her thirties who has been in charge of billions of dollars in wealth for many years, is a bit too ridiculous.
And I really need to find someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.
For Kamiya Seiko, it is impossible to find a young man like himself, who is jealous and suspicious of the upper class circles in Kyoto, even if he grabs a lot of suitable ones.
After all, that Xiao Lin Sangcai warned him.
And the person who invited him to the banquet was also Kamiya Seiko. No dog could believe that they were not connected.
Another flaw is Kamiya Shirou.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was born into a poor family both in his previous life and in this life. He had nothing but plug-ins when he first came to this world, so his worldview is still normal.
There is no parent who doesn't love their children.
This value is deeply rooted in his heart.
Even if it is true, just like the explanation given by Kamiya Seiko at the beginning, it is for the continuation of the family's glory and the maintenance of interests, which actually makes sense.
But when he really met Kamiya Shiro.
This idea was immediately overturned by him.
Because whenever he mentioned Seiko Kamiya, even if Kamiya Shirou didn't turn his head, Minamoto Yorimitsu could still feel the apology in the other person's heart.
Are you apologizing just for the benefit of the family?
Yorimitsu Minamoto has always believed in the complex people hypothesis of management scientist Schein, believing that there is never complete good or bad, only good and bad can be distinguished from different standpoints.
Coupled with Kamiya Shirou's blind temptation.
It seems normal, and the reason for asking such a frank question is for marriage, but in fact, it is just wearing this carefully prepared skin to find out about one's background.
Thinking of this, Yorimitsu Minamoto wants to applaud.
They are indeed a wealthy and thoughtful family.
It's really a trick to deceive people.
Even ten masters might not be able to match the trap set up this time, if all the signs weren't too deliberate, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't believe in love at first sight.
He may have truly believed what Seiko Kamiya said.
I feel like I will fall in love with some physical contact.
Minamoto Yorimitsu only believes in love over time.
So you will never be fooled.
Are you the only one in the world who can lie to others?
Why don't I give you a gift in return?
Today I, Master Yuan, will challenge you!
Let me, a tea-slaughterer, finally become green tea!
It’s not like I’m treating you badly for setting up such a big plan!
With a slight sigh in his heart, Minamoto Norimitsu had already made up his mind. Regardless of whether it would be useful or not, he would eventually do it, otherwise his thoughts would be too unreasonable.
Minamoto no Yoriko paused slightly, turned around and looked at Kamiya Seiko sideways, and asked softly: "So, everything is a lie to me, right?"
The voice, which was no longer calm, was mixed with the cool evening breeze and reached the ears of Shengzi Shengzi.
She raised her head and looked at Minamoto Yorimitsu under the Kyoto Tower not far away, as well as the familiar face shrouded in light and shadow. Her body had already stiffened involuntarily.
Holy Son Kamiya thought of his words again, and every word was like a sharp sword piercing into his heart. His heart seemed to be tightly clenched, and he was so painful that he could not even utter a hoarse sound.
But Minamoto no Yorimitsu's voice continued.
"Beauty cannot wear away the traces of time, so all I can do is protect it, and I do not begrudge this kind of protection."
"No one is stupid. Sincerity is always lovable, at least to me. But if you cheat once, it will be difficult to establish trust between two people."
"But you are not even as good as Aiko."
These words were not sharp, nor were they spoken in a tone as fast as a shower, but they hit her heart like hailstones, making her feel waves of pain.
Looking at Minamoto Yoriguang's face in the shadow.
And eyes that reflect the flowing light.
She seemed to have seen Minamoto Yorimitsu's expectations.
In a daze, Shengzi Shengzi's crimson lips wriggled slightly, and he had the urge to say "I didn't lie to you", but he had no confidence whatsoever.
Sincerity means not telling lies.
She pinched the colloid in her hand, her fingers clenched so tightly that her phalanges turned white, and she could only stand there in silence.
It stayed like this for half a minute.
So Minamoto Yorimitsu nodded towards her.
Then he walked over, looked at Seiko Kamiya under the light and shadow of Kyoto Tower, and forced a smile: "It's windy outside, you should go back, I'm going home too."
"Then let's go back together in my car."
Holy Son Kamiya lowered his head slightly and responded.
"No, I'll leave by myself and someone will pick me up."
"I probably know why Miss Shengzi said that she is not worthy of love. I can understand it, but I can't accept it from my side."
"So our deal is terminated."
Minamoto Yorimitsu sighed slightly. Although he spoke very coldly, there was no blame in his tone.
I even thought it was normal for her not to answer.
However, in the sight of Seiko Kamiya, he seemed to see the expectation in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes that had gradually faded away, becoming dull and deep again.
After he finished speaking, he walked straight towards the nearest road. Even when he passed by Shengzi Shengzi, he didn't stop at all and just passed by.
Until the figure disappeared nearby, the surroundings became quiet again, and only the sound of the wind was left in his ears.
Under the splendid Kyoto Tower, Seiko Kamiya took a deep breath. Her towering chest kept rising and falling. Even if her clothes were loose, it seemed that she couldn't breathe.
The glue-filled flower she was holding tightly in her hand was even slightly deformed under the continued exertion, and blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth from the inner wall of her mouth that she was biting.
The sweet smell and pain came together, stimulating the nerves in Kamiya Seiko's brain, forcing her to remain rational, but her chest was still agitated by emotions.
Even the bodyguards not far away noticed the drastic change in Shengzi Shengzi's mood. He stood there and looked at his cell phone, then hurriedly came over.
"Miss, the head of the family has sent word to go back."
"Is he gone already?"
"Specialist Yuan has gone far."
Hearing these words from the middle-aged man next to him, Seiko Kamiya suddenly felt relieved. He also let go of the glue-filled flower he was holding tightly, and closed his eyes in pain.
He stood there for a long time before he came to his senses.
The middle-aged man next to her waited silently, and after giving her orders with a tired look, he drove the car over, waited for her to get in the car, and drove towards Fasheng Temple.
Inside the villa of Heian Shrine.
The tea room was brightly lit, with the faint scent of sandalwood overflowing, and Kamiya Shiro was brewing a cup of tea.
The Holy Son of Kamiya stood nearby.
There was no expression on her pretty cheeks.
Until a hoarse voice sounded.
"Holy Son."
"Father."
Kamiya Shirou picked up the tea bowl with a wooden clamp, poured it with boiling water and heated it up. His old eyelids drooped slightly before he asked: "Are you really interested in this child?"
After this question was asked.
The tea room was quiet for a moment.
There is only the sound of boiling water flowing into the hollow of the eucalyptus boards.
"I have no idea."
Holy Son Kamiya replied softly.
Sighing slightly and putting down the hot teacup in his hand, Shiro Kamiya said: "It's my fault that I was ignorant when I was young, which delayed your happiness, so that now you can't even tell whether you like me."
"That's what I'm willing to do."
Seiko Kamiya’s answer was still indifferent.
Even this tone did not make Shiro Kamiya frown. He was just like a father guiding his children in the direction of walking. After a moment of silence, he said:
"Good boy, if you like, go ahead."
"Although I don't know where that child came from, since he bears the name of Genji, he has a good background. If you like him, don't care about his reputation."
"And I'd rather hire a son-in-law and an adopted son. It's a good thing to have no background. At least you don't have to worry about bullying you."
"It's just that the kid is very thoughtful. If he notices our drama, I'm afraid the impact won't be very good, and it might even have some backlash on you."
Seeing his father still talking eloquently and still not caring much about other people's attitudes, Kamiya Seiko became more and more silent, and his face became darker and darker than before.
At the same time, she thought of Minamoto Norimitsu's look of expectant eyes just now, and the suffocating pain flashed through her heart, and she also remembered the three flowers from before.
"He has noticed it."
Holy Son Kamiya suddenly spoke up.
Shirou Kamiya raised his eyebrows, paused while holding the tea bowl, and his cloudy eyes sparkled with light: "This makes me feel even more surprising."
"I don't know which family the child is from, and the intention of being pushed to the stage is unclear. I have tried several times to no avail, but just looking at his character, he doesn't look like a victim."
"If this child is a victim, I don't believe that his family would be willing to sacrifice it, and his self-confidence seems to be innate."
"I haven't received any news. Maybe we people are too nervous, and now that the economy is down, even those people can't reshuffle the cards."
After experiencing the severe pain of the bubble bursting, this island country that once knew no pain finally suffered. Facing economic problems, it began to strive to maintain stability.
Things like shuffling the cards, even those at the top of the pyramid, need to follow the trend of the times to complete it, otherwise the consequences of counterattack will be unbearable.
After all, they were too afraid.
After all, this is Kyoto, and most of them are wealthy families evolved from the Chinese. The rise of the new rich in recent decades has brought down too many similar families.
This side of Kyoto is like a dying old man.
Even though the sun is declining, he is still walking on thin ice and has long lost the spirit of his predecessors.
But hearing his father still saying these things, the heart of the Holy Son Kamiya became colder and colder, and he said in the same calm tone of admiration: "Father is really an outstanding head of the family."
Kamiya Shiro was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
Come back from your reverie.
Then he looked into his eldest daughter's eyes.
Indifference, disappointment, unfamiliarity.
After a moment of silence, he seemed to feel something.
He put down the tea cup in his hand. The wrinkled skin on the back of his hand was like straw. Facing the eldest daughter's unhappy expression, he just sat in silence for a while.
After a long time, he asked aloud:
"So he's not a great father, right?"
"The things you did in the past few years are like the scars left by a knife across the skin. Even if the scabs form and fall off, there are still traces, so I don't need you to worry about it."
After finishing speaking, Holy Son Kamiya lowered his head.
He bowed impeccably.
I rejected this father's love that had been delayed for many years, and I finally had expectations for it, but it was still not pure.