Chapter 644: A Person Like His Name

During the lunch break, Masayoshi Kishimoto still appeared at Natsui Makoto’s place. His own sons and daughters were awake, so he carried them out of the bedroom one by one and placed them on top of the long sofa in the living room.

The two little ones looked at their father with wide open eyes of curiosity, not knowing what he was going to do next.

“Why did you bring them out?” Natsui Makoto asked bluntly.

“To hear me sing. I signed up for the Hard Gold Group of Companies’ first karaoke contest. One of the mandatory songs is our company song. Will you guys listen to how I sing it first?” Masayoshi Kishimoto said seriously.

It wasn’t like it was the first day Natsui Makoto had met him, so of course he knew that his singing was truly not good. To say that he sang basically out of tune would be a real exaggeration.

Ghostly wailing wasn’t objective either. In short, listening to him sing inexplicably makes one’s heart tug at one’s chest. Seeing that Masayoshi Kishimoto was quite excited today at noon, she had no choice but to still let him go.

Kishimoto Masayoshi held the air microphone in his right hand in front of his mouth, the fingertips of his left palm were counting down in five, four, three, two, one, and then he opened his mouth to sing. He sang quite self-absorbed and into, can not help but also began to have the body swaying from side to side.

Natsui Makoto originally gripped a heart, slightly relieved. She felt that although his singing was not very good, but it was not as bad as in the past, there was a little progress.

Masayoshi Kishimoto finished his song, and then put his attention on Natsui Makoto and his children sitting on the long sofa in the living room, saying, “How did I sing?”

Natsui Makoto was expressionless as she just stared at him without saying anything. She couldn’t say anything good about him.

To directly tell the big truth and say that his singing wasn’t good wasn’t the kind of character Yamato Nadeshiko should have. Besides, she wasn’t the kind of woman who had to please her man in order to survive.

Meanwhile, Kishimoto Makoto covered her ears with both palms and shook her head vigorously without speaking. Kishimoto Mika suddenly clapped her hands.

“It’s still my daughter who understands my heart the most.” Justice Kishimoto said happily.

“I think she’s the best at kissing your ass. You see our family real is as human as his name. If he thinks dad’s singing is bad, it’s bad.” Natsui Makoto explained.

Kishimoto Mika towards Kishimoto Masayoshi was taking the initiative to stretch out a pair of small hands and said in a milky voice, “Daddy, hug.”

Kishimoto Masayoshi immediately took three steps in front of her, and bent down to hold her directly in his arms.

He brought his nose close to his daughter’s pink face and said, “Our Mika is really beautiful and fragrant again.”

Natsui Makoto turned sideways and clapped her hands just a little at her son and said, “Come, let mommy hug you.”

Makoto Kishimoto crawled over in her direction, and in one swift motion, she dove into her mother’s arms.

“My good son, my heart baby.” Natsui Makoto couldn’t help but kiss him left and right on his small, ice-carved face and said.

“You still say I’m patriarchal. I think you’re the one who’s patriarchal.” Kishimoto Masayoshi held his daughter in his arms and said bluntly towards Natsui Makoto.

“Our family Makoto just pleases me. He is upright.” Natsui Makoto really wasn’t talking nonsense.

“Being upright isn’t necessarily a good thing? It’s still our Mika’s kind who knows best.” Masayoshi Kishimoto also knew that children saw old age at three years old.

Even if these two children of the two of them were just over a year old, it didn’t matter. He more or less still saw the slightest hint of his children.

Natsui Makoto said in a serious manner, “I just don’t like this mellow nature of Mika.”

“Have you ever been a real mom and said that about your own daughter?” Masaru Kishimoto asked rhetorically.

“I’m just being matter-of-fact. I just can’t believe that you don’t see the nature of our two children.” Natsui Makoto said seriously.

“On a moral level, being upright is a good quality for a person. However, being in society is not always a good thing. Especially in the business world. This business world is full of deceit.

The upright people will only suffer. How can I feel comfortable letting True participate and work in the management of the Hard Gold Group in the future.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said, not without showing a worried side.

After Natsui Makoto heard him say this, she also followed suit and became worried. A son inheriting his father’s work was a matter of course. Although she was not the wife of Masayoshi Kishimoto, the children she gave birth to were 100% the blood of the other party.

One day, the children would grow up and become adults, and then it was time to enter the workplace and join the workforce. As a daughter, Mika was fine, it didn’t matter if she worked or not.

Who made her own father a hard gold plutocrat? It’s a big deal for her to find a son from a good family to marry in the future. The son is different.

He needs to work, and he needs to make a difference in his work so that he can be recognized by his own father, Masayoshi Kishimoto.

Otherwise, how will he stand in the future? Natsumi Makoto had thought about it a long time ago, not without anticipating that Masayoshi Kishimoto would not only have a pair of sons and daughters that he gave birth to, but would also have children with other women.

Masayoshi Kishimoto smiled playfully and said, “Is it true that you are also beginning to think that our family’s real future is worrying?”

“I firmly believe that my son, Real, will be better than blue in the future, and will have greater prospects and accomplishments than you, a man who is his own father.” Natsui Makoto swore with conviction.

Masayoshi Kishimoto shook his head, “That is impossible. I can’t count on him to open up the frontier and expand the land. But it would be good to ask him to guard his share of the estate in the future.

If I were to die before you, then our son True would be a filial son and would definitely honor you properly. You really want an outstanding son, while you are still young, let’s hurry up and create a few more little people out of it. That way, the probability will improve.”

“I don’t care what you say, I’m just optimistic about this one son of mine. Making me give you a few more children to come out, do you want to tire me out?

When the time comes, it’s not you who will die before me, it’s me who will die before you. You’ll realize how happy it is to have a filial son by your side.” Natsui Makoto had a word for it.

Masayoshi Kishimoto instantly remembered a Chinese allusion called, stopping the corpse and disregarding it, girding one’s armor and attacking the other. It was about after Duke Huan of Qi died, his five sons competed for the throne.

Duke Huan of Qi stopped the body on the bed of his bedchamber, not yet in the coffin, the five sons did not sufficiently mourn their father and handle the aftermath, the five sons for the throne, all led their troops and ministers to kill each other.

Some of the sons wept beside the corpse, while the other brothers shot the mourners with arrows. Duke Huan’s body was left on the bed for 67 days, and corpse worms crawled out from the window, and finally the new king was confirmed to have no loss before he was put into the coffin.

Therefore, Chinese emperors of all dynasties were generally faced with one of the most difficult choices, whether to set up their own filial and generous son as the Crown Prince, or to set up their own murderous and resolute son as the Crown Prince.