Mrs. Kasahara’s lips involuntarily curled up at the corners.
Like coaxing her husband to hurry up with chores, she gently held Fujiwara Reya’s hand and said, "Let our daughter sleep on the bed; I’ll squeeze in on the sofa with you. You need to work hard in the future, strive to buy a bigger apartment, so you and I can also have a big bed to sleep in..."
"Sounds good to me." Fujiwara Reya playfully turned off the lights in the room, saying to Kasahara Fumi with a hint of humor, "Did you hear what Mom said? Hurry back to bed and sleep."
In the dimming room, the sigh of Kasahara Fumi was filled with familiar undertones.
Mrs. Kasahara grabbed Fujiwara Reya’s arm, playfully scolding, "You are so bad."
This exaggerated flirtation, only she could perform so skillfully and seamlessly. In the darkness, Fujiwara Reya looked at her directly: "Could anyone be worse than you?"
"How dare you talk back to me?" Mrs. Kasahara reached out and ruffled his hair a few times, "Remember your place, Fujiwara Acting Chairman."
Like a tone of criticism.
Mrs. Kasahara wasn’t exactly pure-hearted, you could even say she was scheming. She didn’t endlessly tease Fujiwara Reya just because he was handsome and had a strong background; perhaps she really considered entrusting her whole family to him. And she herself, at least in spirit or body, would give away at least one... To her, Fujiwara Reya was a bit abstract.
Thinking she’d caught him, yet he was across the river; thinking he’d gone far, yet he was right in front of her.
The banquet in the courtyard had already begun to wind down, and Fujiwara Reya had no choice but to leave.
Kasahara Fumi wouldn’t go to his room, but Mrs. Miki was still waiting for him. If he dared not to go back tonight, given Mrs. Miki’s jealous nature, she’d be divorcing him tomorrow.
"Let’s go, I’ll walk you out." Mrs. Kasahara headed for the door first.
Kasahara Fumi looked up, glanced at Fujiwara Reya following her mother, then expressionlessly lowered her gaze again.
The corridor outside blew a cool breeze.
Mrs. Kasahara, wearing a nightgown, her lips appeared especially vivid in the dim light. Walking shoulder to shoulder with Fujiwara Reya, she didn’t say much, occasionally tidying her hair or patting his shoulder. This interaction looked as if they had been cohabiting for a long time, knowing each other’s thoughts without needing to speak. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel fire.net
Beyond this corridor was a small courtyard with a fence gate.
On the opposite side of the courtyard was Fujiwara Reya’s room.
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly took a few quick steps forward.
The clogs tapped on the wooden boards, echoing crisply, stopping only by the fence gate. Fujiwara Reya leisurely walked up, only to find her leaning against the bamboo lattice of the fence gate, exerting her full strength, as if seriously wrestling with it. He stepped back and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"Not letting you leave!" Mrs. Kasahara said.
"You didn’t say that earlier."
"Our daughter was here just now..."
"That’s your problem." Mrs. Kasahara began to pout.
Seeing Fujiwara Reya’s troubled expression, she felt like laughing... She blocked the doorway for a moment before gently stepping aside: "Forget it, go back, go spend the night with your wife... Don’t mind me, I’m just a forty-year-old woman..."
This air of a resentful housewife was undoubtedly feigned... Fujiwara Reya would bet his treasured pair of Asuka’s black-and-white knee-high socks on it.
After saying that, Mrs. Kasahara stepped aside.
In the faint moonlight, she stood by the fence, her hair blending into the night, flowing with the wind, wrapping around the fence. With a graceful stretch of her hand, adorned with a luxurious golden snake-like watch, she untangled her hair from the fence.
Fujiwara Reya stood in front of her.
Being taller than Mrs. Kasahara, he could easily see her delicate collarbone and slightly raised neck. Looking at her beautiful profile, he thought and answered, "Rest assured... Imperfect possession isn’t allowed in my dictionary."
"Nonsense." Mrs. Kasahara rolled her eyes at him, waved her hand, "Go, return to Tokyo tomorrow. Don’t appear in front of me and Xiangxiang again, or I’ll definitely beat you to death."
Those swaying shoulders and hips were really not graceful at all.
Fujiwara Reya yawned and returned to his room.
Xiangxiang, how should I tell you about what happened in Hidden God Town... Knowing your spoiled nature, you’d probably block me forever, hmm, a big challenge, I need to plan carefully...
As soon as he opened the room door, footsteps echoed from the other end of the corridor.
Turning his head to look over.
Kawashima Miki, carrying bags and bags, looked triumphant, like a general returning from victory.
Thanks to the book friend [丨Moon Spirit丨] for their reward, much appreciated.
It’s the beginning of the month, asking for the guaranteed monthly ticket, another Chapter tomorrow and it’s back to Tokyo.