Mrs. Hoshimi sternly admonished at the sa ti: "Don’t do that again... um... be gentler."
"Alright, that’s enough." Fujiwara Reya withdrew his hand while returning to his human form.
Mrs. Hoshimi sat up straight, tidying her clothes.
Probably feeling that the earlier hit was too embarrassing, she lowered her head, not daring to look up. The window behind her faced the sea, with bright and splendid starlight falling on the upper part of her slender neck, even making her hair shimr with starlight.
Fujiwara Reya gazed at her with a look of surprise.
Her fair, slender neck, with a hint of bluishness to its whiteness, and her well-proportioned shoulders were as beautiful as when they first t. Her small nose and mouth seed delicate compared to her clear, large eyes. Upon closer inspection, the curve of her small nose was unusual and charming, a textbook example of an oriental beauty.
Beautiful indeed, but he had already appreciated her before.
What delighted Fujiwara Reya was the discovery that Mrs. Hoshimi, who appeared cold and noble on the surface, actually had a submissive nature underneath. Handling her in this situation was much easier than dealing with another woman called Hiko—after all, she still cared about face unlike Hiko.
After a while, Mrs. Hoshimi’s complexion returned to normal.
The three discussed so strategies, eating at and drinking wine. Only after Fujiwara Reya confessed his entire background did Mrs. Hoshimi forgive him for his deception. After the al, the three decided to go to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze.
Mrs. Kasahara, holding her precious tobacco pipe, walked with light footsteps down the corridor styled like a Capital City alley.
Fujiwara Reya and Mrs. Hoshimi walked side by side, making soft footsteps, as white smoke wafted backwards continuously in the slender corridor.
"Have you told Rinko?"
"Not yet..."
"When do you plan to tell her?"
"I know you care about Rinko, but please give so ti..."
"He won’t say it," Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile up ahead, "A man’s happiness depends on the number of secrets he keeps. The little guy is quite cunning and definitely won’t say it."
After saying this, she didn’t forget to add playfully: "If I hadn’t secretly followed Fukaeri back to his house, he would have even kept it from ."
Fujiwara Reya angrily glanced at her innocent yet enchanting face.
Before he could express his dissatisfaction, her white fingers playing with the tobacco pipe caught his attention again, followed by Mrs. Hoshimi twisting his side hard. She complained to Fujiwara Reya: "I have only this one precious daughter, so don’t break her heart."
"Rest assured, I understand my senior’s intentions." Fujiwara Reya smiled as he assured Mommy Yako.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at him, the warm corridor light illuminating his face, making it indescribably handso and sincere.
"If you don’t hold up your promise, you won’t get away with it..." she muttered like a young girl.
"When it cos to family, I’m most attentive." Fujiwara Reya said, "Power and status are insignificant to . What I want most for the future is to always be with all of you."
Mrs. Hoshimi blushed again.
Always be together... But in what capacity?
Family?
Or friends?
"Who are you referring to?" Mrs. Kasahara turned back to ask.
"Who else could it be? Of course, it’s..." The words almost left his mouth before Fujiwara Reya changed his mind to tease her, "Of course, it’s Miki and Riho."
Mrs. Kasahara’s smile deepened.
At this mont, the corridor was brightly lit, with no extra shadows before or behind them, only the three of them.
One less person and no one would notice.
"And of course Mommy Hiko and Mommy Yako as well." Fujiwara Reya quickly added.
Mrs. Hoshimi gently nodded.
Her expression was sowhat satisfied, thinking this son-in-law, although a bit bold, was reliable enough.
The next second, Mrs. Kasahara ca back, lightly tapping Fujiwara Reya’s head with her tobacco pipe, playfully scolding: "Stop fooling Yako here." After saying this, she leaned towards her friend’s ear, whispering an accusation: "To be together forever, you need to go to Takamagahara with him as his imdiate family. A mother-in-law... doesn’t count as imdiate family."
The clever Mrs. Hoshimi quickly realized sothing, even her ears turned red with embarrassnt.
"Rinko must agree first..." she murmured to herself in a voice almost inaudible to others.
Exiting the corridor, the three arrived at an area filled with the ambiance of a Capital City night.
On either side of the cobblestone-paved road, lively lights stretched on, with streams of tourists and the dreamlike, misty glow from the lights of the eateries.
In the yellow glow of the gas lamps, Mrs. Kasahara clicked her tongue looking at the vast internal space.
"The spatial spell your family uses is truly amazing, won’t you teach ? I also want to make the Tokyo Grand Shrine a bit bigger... Oh, Tokyo’s land is so expensive, I can’t afford it, so I have to use other ways to expand the space. Mr. Fujiwara, save this poor struggling mom..."
Half-laughing, half-crying, Mrs. Kasahara begged, acting coquettishly with a tone exactly like Asuka ProMax.
"Old fox!" Mrs. Hoshimi habitually mocked her.
"Oh, does Yako think she can win against sister again?" Mrs. Kasahara’s lips curved slightly, turning back provocatively: "Don’t bla sister for not reminding you, if you can lose once, you can lose a second ti."
"Oh, it’s just taking advantage of an information gap, nothing to brag about." Mrs. Hoshimi raised her eyebrows as well and said with a smile, "May I ask what Mr. Fujiwara prefers about you? Likes that you pretend to be younger? He did praise my poise with his own lips."
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