Chapter 571: Chapter 571
Fujiwara Reya gazed at her black hair and smiled, "You really have confidence in me."
"Because I know you well enough," Hoshimi Rinko replied with a lighthearted tone, laughing along with him, "If you weren’t sure, you couldn’t be so happily taking advantage of me."
"If you weren’t sure, you’d be totally focused on figuring out how to protect us."
"Being with you, senpai, is just so telepathic!" Fujiwara Reya said comfortably.
Hoshimi Rinko glanced back at him, then quickly turned her gaze away.
With her back to Fujiwara Reya, a gentle smile graced her face like the spring breeze caressing the Sumida River embankment.
"Can you tell me where your confidence comes from?" Hoshimi Rinko asked curiously.
"Because I am a god."
After saying that, Fujiwara Reya raised his arm and extended his index finger.
Hoshimi Rinko couldn’t help but turn to look.
In this state, he looked as captivating as a summer sky washed clean by a rain shower. Hoshimi Rinko gazed at him for a long while, then couldn’t resist lowering her head adorably and muttering a naive prayer, "Namu Namu!"
In response, Fujiwara Reya smiled slightly and dashed away in a flash.
Mrs. Kasahara, with a dangerous smile on her face, was walking over from the other side.
"You little bastard, you promised to dance the first dance with me!" Mrs. Hoshimi stomped her foot and hurried after him.
Hoshimi Rinko stood there, stunned.
Still holding the golf club in her hand, she was tempted to rush over and smash the junior’s head right now. If not for her excellent upbringing, which prevented her from doing anything out of line in public, she really would have done it.
Outside, the wind and rain were turbulent, while inside, the lights were bright.
A woman named Kasahara Hikari appeared in the banquet hall with a smile.
The crowd in her path instinctively stepped aside, allowing her to pass through.
Mrs. Kasahara, long used to such scenes, walked gracefully through the crowd. The black skirt embossed with vines and rose patterns made a swishing sound, her snow-white shoulders, shiny black hair, and diamond necklace all sparkled under the lights.
She was absolutely the most beautiful one present.
She kept walking deeper into the banquet hall, heading towards Fujiwara Reya, not looking at anyone, yet each person could feel her subtle smile directed at them.
This noble woman graciously granted everyone present the privilege to admire the beauty of her full figure, rounded shoulders, delicate collarbones, and smooth back.
All who could appreciate this beauty would kneel at her feet, grateful for her compassion.
Anyway, that’s how Fujiwara Reya felt.
When Kasahara Hikari became serious, she was an absolutely beautiful, absolutely noble presence—on par with even Amaterasu.
As she approached him head-on, her face showed no hint of coquetry, but rather the incomparable confidence that enveloped Amaterasu. It was as if every bone in her body was firmly convinced that her looks and beauty could captivate everything in the world.
Fujiwara Reya got closer and closer to her.
Her small hand held a velvet handbag woven with gold thread, the button undone, revealing a small piece of red fabric inside. This was a small trick she had intentionally revealed, and if Fujiwara Reya hadn’t noticed, she would have been upset.
"Good evening, Chairman Kasahara."
The eyes of the crowd then turned to the source of the voice.
A young man, gliding through the crowd, headed towards her with a quick pace. His soft hair fluttered in the air, eyes dark and deep, with thick and long eyelashes as if each blink could stir the wind. He approached Chairman Kasahara with a delighted smile.
Chairman Kasahara gracefully returned his smile.
Then, he bent down and swiftly took a red shawl from Chairman Kasahara’s handbag, quickly draping it over her shoulders, covering the exposed white skin of her chest and back.
Whether it was a lack of coordination or a deliberate act, after placing the shawl on Chairman Kasahara, the young man’s hand lingered, as if embracing the young and charming widow.
Many people’s minds began to stir.
Chairman Kasahara was a dazzling beauty, a darling of high society.
At this moment, with Fujiwara Reya’s status wavering, her public display was tantamount to boldly declaring to everyone present: I’m the woman backing him!
"What a cunning woman!" Fujiwara Reya muttered softly.
"I’ll deal with you later!" Mrs. Kasahara gently pushed his nose with her fingertips, gracefully sidestepping his hug, and turned to look at the approaching Mrs. Hoshimi: "What a sly Yako!"
"Mr. Fujiwara!" Mrs. Hoshimi pouted.
Her tone already carried a hint of complaint, her face slightly displeased, like a hungry squirrel.
"..." Fujiwara Reya dared not speak.
Seeing Fujiwara Reya troubled, Mrs. Kasahara asked with concern, "Did Mr. Fujiwara get threatened by her?"
Don’t pour fuel on the fire now!
"Well," Fujiwara Reya cautiously glanced at both mothers-in-law, choosing his words carefully, "there are a lot of people here, should we find somewhere quieter?"
"Don’t worry, if you stay with me, no one can bully you!" Mrs. Kasahara, with the air of a big sister, reassured him with a caring look.
How should I put it...
I’m worried you two might start fighting...
If it were just me, you could fight all you want, even tear each other apart, but with so many people watching, I’d lose face... Just as Fujiwara Reya hesitated over whether to take stronger action, Mrs. Hoshimi approached, looking kindly at him: "Aren’t you going to dance the first dance with Yako?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI-Fire.ɴet