Chapter 360 Hojo Father and Son

Hmm?

Hojo Ichiro was stunned. He didn't know what was wrong with the man beside him. It was such a happy thing to rest on the weekend. Must the table be filled with refreshing drinks and sleep at the workstation all day long to be happy?

Hearing the sound of the porcelain plate being put heavily on the table beside him, he also felt a little angry. After all, he was half the host of this banquet. He was so flattering and still didn't give face? Can he read the air? If my filial daughters-in-law know about it, I will arrange Ishida Hidenori's set meal for you.

Feeling a little indignant, he turned his head with the wine plate, wanting to see what Miyamizu Toshiki was doing.

When he turned his head, he saw that the man next to him didn't pay any attention to him at all. He also turned his head to the right and looked at his daughter, Miyamizu Mitsuha.

Just a glance, the little anger in Hojo Ichiro's heart disappeared instantly, and the expression on his face became extremely peaceful.

Over there, Mitsuha Miyamizu was holding a white porcelain plate, holding a grilled venison rib with two fingers and putting it to Hojo Kyosuke's mouth, with a cute smile on her face, as if she was constantly persuading him to eat, but the latter refused, tightly shutting his mouth and refusing to eat.

Even so, the girl who had been holding the plate and the ribs did not show any impatience, but her expression became softer and her persuasion became more gentle.

Hojo Ichiro saw that the red juice on the ribs had already flowed down Mitsuha Miyamizu's thumb to her wrist, and was about to flow onto her sleeves, but his son still refused to open his mouth.

This stinky boy, didn't he eat happily in Kushiro? Why is he so shy now? The old father cursed in his heart.

Then he saw that after Mitsuha Miyamizu pouted her lips to act coquettishly, Hojo Kyosuke finally opened his mouth and took a bite very stingily. Although the latter still looked disgusted, the girl showed an extremely satisfied smile on her face, as if she was the one eating the roasted and fragrant deer steak.

Seeing this, Hojo Ichiro understood that this was the interest between young lovers.

Brat, you are quite capable!

Although he had seen his son's amazing performance before, Hojo Ichiro found that the other party still gave him surprises.

Thinking of this, he instantly understood Miyamizu Toshiki's mood and picked up the small wine pot on the table to fill it up for the other party.

"Come on, Miyamizu-san, cheers."

At the moment when he picked up the wine dish and moved over, his peripheral vision accidentally saw his son's side again, watching Miyamizu Mitsuha who raised another dish of food to feed his son. Hojo Ichiro only felt that his actions were at least two points similar to the other party.

At this moment, looking at Miyamizu Toshiki's sad face, Hojo Ichiro understood: the so-called parents are born to repay debts.

If Kashiko falls in love with someone like his son in the future, then I, standing in the dock, will let the whole world see why their firm can win a criminal case every three years on average.

After this thought came to his mind, he could face Miyamizu Toshiki's vicious look calmly. After all, maybe in the future, the two of them can sit down and complain to each other.

When Miyamizu Toshiki heard this, no matter how reluctant he was, he had to take back his eyes welded on the little bastard, picked up the wine dish and looked at the little bastard's father:

"Hojo-san, do you see that side?"

"Hahaha, Miyamizu-san also wants to eat deer chops?"

Hojo Ichiro smiled and replied, then quickly raised his hand to greet the waiter:

"Sorry, two more deer chops."

"..." Miyamizu Toshiki narrowed his eyes. They are all people who have worked hard in society for so many years. Who are they trying to fool with this kind of little trick?

He circled the white porcelain wine dish with his index finger and thumb and carefully picked it up. Looking at the crystal wine that was overflowing and seemed to be about to spill at any time, he seemed to see his current happy life.

That Itomori Town full of painful memories, that Itomori Town that turned into an inescapable nightmare and pulled him deeply into the abyss, was destroyed by the comet before he could destroy it in the way of modern people.

His endless hatred, years of struggle day and night, and his gritted teeth to fight against the gods and fate, all became part of his fate at that moment.

Other people might collapse at the moment the comet fell, but Miyamizu Toshiki was different. He had the words left by his wife, his daughter, and even the consolation of the little bastard according to his daughter.

After breaking free from his fate, Miyamizu Toshiki finally lived the happy life he had always dreamed of.

Putting aside his career, his parents forgave him, and Mitsuha no longer needed to ascend to the altar and become a shrine maiden of the Miyamizu family who could not even decide her own life and death. Instead, she was admitted to a prestigious school and came to a big city from ignorance. He was no longer absent from his little daughter's growth, and could enjoy the fun of being a father.

The nightmare no longer came, instead he would occasionally dream of his deceased wife.

Futaba was still as beautiful as she was in life, and her smile was still so gentle, even if both of them could not talk, she could still make him smile all day after waking up.

He was very satisfied with everything he had now, and even if Mitsuha really planned to marry Hojo Kyosuke, he would send his most sincere blessings, and then help them fight with their parents so that the latter would not marry into the Mizoguchi family or the Miyamizu family.

But...

"Hojo-san, I love my daughters very much. I protect them carefully every day, just like holding a wine dish full of wine, afraid that a little bit will spill."

"Well, I understand, my daughter is an angel!" Hojo Ichiro nodded heavily. He had fully felt that Miyamizu Toshiki wanted to kill his son.

"So, Hojo-san, do you think that's normal? Your son, my daughter, and the girls next to your son, looking over there, do you think it's normal?"

Miyazu Toshiki drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. He didn't care that the wine spilled on his clothes, but sprayed the wine in his mouth fiercely on Hojo Ichiro's face.

He swore that if he was still in a rural place like Itomori, he would definitely have raised his shotgun to Hojo Kyosuke's head. He can still sit here now because he is afraid that his anger will scare his daughters.

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Don't ask me, I am a lawyer after all. People with eyes like this know that things are abnormal, and of course I know it too. I also thought about persuading him, but your daughters are so outstanding, my wife and son like them so much. I really can't persuade him, everyone knows that I am the lowest in the family.

Hojo Ichiro restrained his eyes that wanted to turn around because of panic, and kept cursing in his heart while thinking frantically. It is said that parents come to repay debts. How much did I owe that little bastard in my previous life? Count how many girls there are. Don't you have to come once for each one! ?

"Miyamizu-san."

He picked up the wine pot again, trying to think carefully while pouring wine. But he didn't expect that the weight he picked up was wrong. It was indeed empty. He changed another one and looked at it again. He changed four in a row, all of which were empty.

This made his already irritable brain overheated, and he couldn't help but look up and glare at the two gluttons opposite.

Still arguing about who is the most capable subordinate of the little bastard, it's useless at this time, just adding to the chaos!

He turned his head to get supplies from other tables, but who knew that when he turned his head, he saw a wine pot delivered to him.

It was editor Shimomura Tetsuya who had just run away. Looking at the attentive smile on his face, Hojo Ichiro knew that these bastards had been waiting to see the fun.

Bastard, the little bastard's friends are all bastards!

He cursed in his heart, and was glad that the two of them were not sitting in the Japanese-style room at home with their eyes wide open. At least there was wine as a lubricant. But the only pity was that the table was not full of strong liquor but low-alcohol neon wine.

Seeing the other party's eyes getting more and more sinister, he knew he had to speak up:

"Miyamizu-san, have you been to college?"

Miyamizu Toshiki glanced at the man next to him and quickly guessed what the other party was saying. He had long known about the family background of the little bastard Hojo, and knew that he had been specially recruited by the University of Tokyo. Even his father was admitted to the law school of the University of Tokyo. Although his mother's side was not admitted to a top-notch school, it was also good, and it could be said that it was a family with high IQ.

After recalling this string of information, he guessed whether the other party wanted to occupy the high ground of IQ first and use this superiority to make sophistry, so he said bluntly:

"I graduated from Kyoto University and then worked at the Institute of Humanities and Social Sciences of Kyoto University."

Compared to the University of Tokyo, which trains politicians, Kyoto University, where he studied, is more powerful in academic research. This is enough to prove by just looking at himself.

"Oh! So amazing, you are actually a researcher!" Hojo Ichiro exclaimed, raising his wine dish to toast.

How could Miyamizu Toshiki take this little flattery lightly? Although he also drank a full glass, he remained vigilant and ready to scold the other party at any time.

"To be able to enter the institute, Miyamizu-san must have studied very hard at that time, right?" Hojo Ichiro asked while pouring wine, and then raised the wine again to toast.

Hearing this, Miyamizu Toshiki couldn't help but drink a glass of wine and responded:

"Although it's hard, I don't feel the hardship when I study what I like."

What a great scientific research spirit, Hojo Ichiro admired in his heart, and then his inner sophistry became clearer.

"Many of my classmates in school are the same. For the sake of their future prospects, they are so focused on studying that they don't even have time to participate in the usual dinners and social gatherings. It really makes me ashamed."

"Yes." Miyamizu Toshiki nodded, then pinched the empty wine dish and didn't put it on the table:

"Hojo-san, we're not talking about that now."

"Oh, oh, as a researcher, don't you know that you can't be impatient no matter what you study?" Hojo Ichiro raised the small wine pot and filled it up again for the other party.

"Then Miyamizu-san must not have attended any dinners or social gatherings?"

Miyamizu Toshiki stopped drinking, squinted at him, and said in a rather stiff tone:

"At that time, I already had a fiancée, so I basically didn't go to any dinners or social gatherings."

He emphasized the word "fiancée". No, it was not as simple as emphasizing the tone, he was emphasizing every word, and he wanted to grab the other person's ears and yell.

He, hehe...

You don't have to yell so loudly for me to hear it, Hojo Ichiro smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing what the other person wanted to say, but there was nothing he could do. He was not only a lawyer who had long abandoned his conscience, but also a father with a bastard son. At this moment, he could only bite the bullet and continue:

"No wonder Miyamizu-san thought that Kyosuke and Mitsuha were abnormal."

"Hmm?" Miyamizu Toshiki opened his eyes wide, and his serious square face looked even more frightening.

When Hojo Ichiro saw the other person's expression, he felt less guilty. He had seen so many such expressions in court. The prosecutors who could scare the criminals into confessing with just their eyes all glared at him like this, but that only revealed their guilty conscience and boosted his confidence.

He imitated Miyamizu Toshiki and used his index finger and thumb to circle the wine dish, and continued to ask in a calm tone:

"What you said is abnormal, is it abnormal for you or for them?"

Miyazu Toshiki turned his head again, and the scene over there had changed to Hojo Kyosuke preparing food for his daughter. The little girl with golden hair next to him actually came over and chatted happily with Mitsuha. I wonder what's the point of processing the food that the chef has already finished?

He looked over there, then looked at Hojo Ichiro, and took a deep breath:

"No matter who it is, this is not normal!"

Hojo Ichiro's smiling expression did not change, but when he glanced at the unfilial son with his peripheral vision, the corners of his eyes twitched violently a few times.

Hiss... little bastard, can't you just be quiet for two minutes! ?

He did not change his smile. He did not know how many times he had encountered such a defendant who showed an arrogant look just because he hired such a good lawyer. He was very experienced.

Gently turning the gray-white wine dish in his hand, he still spoke in a steady and confident voice:

"Dinners, social gatherings, and drinking are all things that everyone will experience. These will become beautiful memories of their youth and add a driving force to support their lives in the future."

"Nonsense, I didn't..."

"Yes, Miyamizu-san, you didn't, and your youth was all poured into the laboratory." Hojo Ichiro interrupted the other party directly:

"And now, looking at your daughter who is enjoying her youth, you actually feel very strange and think that it is an abnormal thing."

"I haven't been to those social gatherings and dinners, and now my family is still happy!" Miyamizu Toshiki retorted.

"So, is this the reason why you copied your boring youth to your daughter and wanted to deprive her of the best years of her life?" Hojo Ichiro's expression at this moment was surprisingly sharp, and he was quite aggressive.

Hearing this, Miyamizu Toshiki was furious. No one could say that to him. For his daughter to have a good life, do you know how much he has paid!

The Tokyo senior bureaucrat raised his left hand and was about to drop it heavily on the table to express his anger. But he held back, knowing that meaningless anger would not bring any benefits.

"What are you talking about?!" he asked word by word.

"Young people getting together is not just a meaningless waste of youth, but also an opportunity to meet excellent friends and make progress together. Look over there, there are practical people who graduated from the same school as Mitsuha and started their own business, best-selling novelists, outstanding young painters, future voice actors... With these people, Mitsuha's youth will become more colorful."

Hojo Ichiro spoke clearly and slowly, then he stopped turning the gray-white porcelain plate in his hand and drank the wine in the plate in one gulp:

"Of course, if you must want to deprive your daughter of the right to have a beautiful youth, that is your right as a father, uh, right? We outsiders have no way to judge."

"How could I want to deprive my daughter of her youth, what nonsense are you talking about!" Miyamizu Toshiki said angrily.

"Hahaha, I think so too, where in the world are there parents who don't love their children."

Hojo Ichiro laughed and raised the wine pot again.

"That's right!" Miyamizu Toshiki took a big sip of wine. Just like what Mitsuha said, how can there be children in the world who don't love their parents? The same is true for parents.

Looking at the other person's expression, Hojo Ichiro knew that he had successfully fooled him.

Maybe there will be another chapter at 2 or 3 o'clock or 4 or 5 o'clock. Anyway, there will be more.