[Comprehensive] Stepsister's Occupation

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this person!This person in front of me! !Actually in such a large crowd! !

I looked downstairs in trepidation. My father was still focused on talking to the butler, and didn't notice the upstairs. Otherwise, his reaction must have been more exciting than mine.

My eyes widened in a daze, and before I could say a word, Akashi had already walked down the stairs leisurely, and said to me as if nothing had happened: "Come down soon?"

On the way to Tokyo with my father, no—to be precise, on a private jet.I am no longer in the mood to think about the mysterious and embarrassing quiet atmosphere, but I still hold the burning mark on my shoulder with complicated emotions. This mark seems to hide some ulterior sin, It still feels hot and hot.

Just when I was still in a state of confusion, my father's voice suddenly sounded: "Aqiao, is your shoulder injured?"

My whole body trembled for a moment, and I slowly sat up straight: "No, it's okay, I was overwhelmed by sleeping last night."

After arriving in Tokyo, I didn't see my mother. The servant called her and said that she was still busy with work and had no time to come back.

During lunch, there were only my father and me. During the lunch, my father mentioned that he was busy with Tokyo affairs this year, and he was really sorry for neglecting me.

Hearing that, my heart was pounding. I really don't know what he meant by "caring". Did he bring me to Tokyo to experience life?

In the afternoon, he said that he was going to discuss business with an "old friend" and asked me to go with him so that he could learn something by the way.I knew who that old friend was. It turned out to be the chairman of the Feng Clan chaebol I met last time.

I am already tired of looking at large European-style mansions, and the luxurious architectural layout adopted by the Feng family dazzles me even more.For the first time, I felt that appreciating the scenery seemed like a task, so I simply glanced at it and stopped looking.

When Uncle Feng saw his father, he took his arm enthusiastically and said, "It happened that I bought a batch of red wine from France last month, and you happened to come to try it for me."

I greeted him politely, Uncle Feng looked at me and nodded with a smile.Then he said that his third son was sick and had been resting in the house for the past two days.

While thinking about what his son's illness has to do with me, I felt that I should not be too indifferent, so I asked kindly: "It shouldn't be serious, right?"

Uncle Feng smiled wider and said, "It's just a small problem, not serious."

I nodded and did not speak again.Uncle Feng asked the servant to open the wine, and he poured it into the decanter himself to sober up.Although I am underage, he also poured me a little bit, meaning let me taste it.

I saw my father nodded in agreement, so I took it over.After I swallowed, the strong smell of alcohol made my throat burn immediately. I coughed violently twice, said "sorry" hastily, and coughed again and again.

The servant saw it and quickly poured juice for me.Uncle Feng laughed twice, not daring to let me drink this wine again, but my father said: "It seems that I can't drink it."

I drank two glasses of fruit juice to feel better, but my face was still hot and my throat was still uncomfortable, which was not much better than when I had a cold and inflammation.After that, there is no business for me, I can only listen to their conversation silently.Listen to them chatting from ordinary gossip to some economic matters, mixed with one or two ordinary interesting things.I didn't even dare to yawn after listening to it. I don't know whether what I want to learn is the way of talking about business or the economic knowledge.

Then Uncle Feng talked about some interesting things about his trip to the United States last month, and gradually introduced the main point, saying that he brought back a big project from there.

I remember the point of it being serious, but they both paused for a moment when they were talking about something that should involve numbers.

Uncle Feng suddenly looked at me who had been daring to speak, and smiled kindly: "Ling Qianjin seems a little tired, why don't the servants take her for a stroll in the garden."

Although I didn't say a word, my face was tense, and I was obviously serious, and I wasn't tired at all as he said.But naturally he understood the meaning, so he could only stand up and bow and salute, and followed the servant out.

After walking out of this door, I paused for a moment, thinking, if it was my brother, I would definitely not have to avoid it at this time.Inadvertently, I began to recall the meaning of my father's sentence "I can't drink yet".

I was really bored walking alone in this unfamiliar garden. There were pots of unknown foreign flower species on the side of the road, and a maid followed me five steps away with a glass of juice.

There is a large square pond in the garden. I was tired from walking, so I went up to lean on the guardrail to rest.Looking down at a pool of slow-swimming platinum fish, seeing them reminded me of the pond fish in the fountain at home in Tokyo.He muttered in a low voice, the fish was not as fat as Akashi's, and he didn't know if he was hungry or picky.

I took a few sips of the glass of juice brought by the maid, and when I looked up, I saw the curtain of the third window on the second floor opened halfway, and a boy in a blue nightgown stood at the window and looked over here .

The young man's face was thin, and his fair skin was tinged with a sickly blue color. He looked as if he was sick.He stared at me blankly for less than two seconds, then closed the curtains.

I think this is the third son who was slightly ill that Uncle Feng was talking about. He frowned and thought to himself: Is it all like this or is it just a minor illness?

After a while, he felt that this young man was very familiar, and he didn't realize it for a long time, then he thought, this man seemed to be Feng Jingye whom he saw at the last banquet.The reason why I couldn't recognize him for a while was probably because, one, he looked sickly, and two, he took off his glasses.

There is nothing to see in a sick man, let alone with the curtains drawn.I turned around and looked back at the goldfish, and suddenly felt that the goldfish couldn't look anywhere.So a question arose in my mind: what am I doing here?

After thinking about this question for less than 5 minutes, a person walked up not far away, holding a bag of things in both hands, and jogged over in small steps. It seemed that he was the little housekeeper here.

He ran up to me and handed the bag with both hands: "Miss Akashi, this is fish food. The third young master asked me to bring it to you." The juice is freshly squeezed from fresh fruits from Hainan, I hope you enjoy it.”

I raised my eyebrows: "..."

So, a new question arose in his mind: Is he afraid that I will use the juice to harm their goldfish, or is he afraid that I will waste their juice?

I fed the fish for nearly four and ten minutes at Feng's house, and my father finally finished his business.As for success or not, he will not tell me.

On the car back, he wanted to hear how I felt about today's trip.To be honest, I don't feel much.I knew that my father came here for the project that Uncle Feng brought back from the United States. Because of Alex, I had heard about the special land property rights in some remote areas in the local area. It was a bit weird, and I wanted to listen carefully, but they told me to leave.

At this time, my father asked me how I felt about this trip. I kept this question on my lips, but I didn't ask it in the end.I am just a layman, and I am not very sure about this matter, and it may make him disgusted if I say it.

So, in the end, I just expounded my views on the layout of the Fengyuan garden, and felt that the sculptures in the garden with too much ancient style were deeply inconsistent with the modern European layout.

My father had a slightly complicated expression at first, and then he simply talked to me about the "combination of ancient and modern" in garden art.

His theory made me dumbfounded, but I only sighed, their family is awesome.

After returning home, the servant said that my mother had come back and was sleeping upstairs.My father didn't say anything, but instead said to me: "Your mother is very good at business, you should learn more from her in the future."

As soon as I heard this, I knew that my mother probably concluded another deal today.

As usual, it has become a habit for me to report my itinerary to my elder brother, but I didn't mention my father's project to him.

There are still a few days before I leave school, and my father has no intention of asking me to go back. In the past few days, I have followed him or my mother to attend various dinners and banquets invited by friends.However, due to my father's request, although the media began to write about the daughter of the Akashi family, no one dared to publish my photo.

The past few days in Tokyo are like going to Zimbabwe, and I have never been so eager to start school.

Some young ladies I met at the banquet often secretly invited me to "play" with a group of their friends. I kept in mind the "advice" of my elder brother and never agreed.

Once, one of the eldest ladies was not happy, so she grabbed me and asked: "Why don't you play these games, who of us doesn't play these games! Or do you want to drink foreign wine and go racing? If you want, we can also afford to accompany you !"

No matter how rich the family is, any family wants to establish diplomatic relations with the Akashi family. Everyone knows this.But I was stunned to think that it would be too irrational for these people to attack me. After all, I still have the surname "Man" on my household registration book.

And the woman in front of me, the way of pressing the question made me really dislike it.

I blurted out and said, "My brother doesn't play."

She was taken aback for a moment, and then said back to me: "Xi—we will have one-tenth of your brother's ability, so we don't have to be forced to stay here now! We can do whatever we want!"

After I heard her words, I instantly remembered what Akashi told me that night, no one can stop him.

After that time, I suddenly realized that what determines life is not identity, but ability.

The author has something to say: The reason why the author disappeared for many days: 1. God damn exam, god damn review. 2. Suddenly I don’t want to write about abuse, that’s right, there is no abuse, there is no abuse!Then I overturned all the original plots later, and I am re-conceiving, and I have fallen into a state of madness because of this---

There will be sugar, there will be he, there will be me, (beep——) there should be a little bit in the extra episode, so please wait until my battle is over!Crying!