"How can you even ntion that..."
Speaking of the matter, Kasahara Fumi was filled with resentnt.
In over twenty years of living, she had never seen a son-in-law like him, so close with his mother-in-law.
Fujiwara Reya shalessly laughed and continued, "The reason why Chairman Hoshimi doesn’t like is basically due to an information asymtry between her and Chairman Kasahara. This situation can also be likened to the shift in attitudes between you and Asuka towards . You are getting better with , while she is drifting further away. So... honesty will lead to a harmonious ho!"
"I’m not good to you!" Kasahara Fumi said coldly.
"It’s aningless to be stubborn at this ti," Fujiwara Reya stood up and extended his hand to her, "Let’s go for a walk."
"Where to?" Kasahara Fumi asked.
"There’re still many issues between you, , and Asuka that we need to resolve, but before that, let’s get so sun."
Kasahara Fumi had no intention of following him.
Fujiwara Reya maintained his hand extended, "Sister, let’s not waste such a bright autumn day, alright?"
Kasahara Fumi stood up expressionlessly, with her hands in her pockets, not taking his hand.
"It’s necessary to hold your husband’s hand."
After Fujiwara Reya finished speaking, he forcibly took her right hand.
Kasahara Fumi’s shapely waist twisted slightly, and she kicked him.
"Let’s go, let’s go to the deck to enjoy the breeze." Fujiwara Reya took the kick, still smiling happily.
Kasahara Fumi lowered her head in resignation.
Going to the deck was alright, the chances of running into her sister there would be much smaller.
The two left the dining table and headed for the exit.
There were conveniently complintary flowers available at the door.
Fujiwara Reya casually picked up a bunch of yellow roses wrapped in old English newspapers and handed them to Fumi, "Roses in autumn, they suit Fumi the best."
Kasahara Fumi scoffed.
"This is an apology in advance for what I’m about to do," Fujiwara Reya said sincerely.
"What are you going to do?" Kasahara Fumi beca alert imdiately.
"It’s a secret!"
Fujiwara Reya’s eyes twinkled playfully.
Forcing Kasahara Fumi to hold the bouquet with her other hand, he pulled her out of the restaurant and started walking along the ship’s side towards the deck. Beyond the railings was the ocean, and the sun generously cast its rays over the sea surface, making countless sparkling waves leap below their feet.
Passing guests couldn’t help but gaze in awe at the tall woman holding yellow roses.
On reaching the deck, Fujiwara Reya smugly declared, "My girlfriend is just beautiful."
"Who’s your girlfriend!" Kasahara Fumi held the flowers in her left hand, and her right hand was still clasped by him.
"Sorry, I misspoke."
"Then let go—"
"It’s supposed to be wife!"
"..."
Kasahara Fumi shrugged her shoulders.
In the intimate, moisture-laden ocean breeze, her everyday small gestures appeared fluid and graceful.
Fujiwara Reya glanced toward the ship’s bow and asked her, "Do you want to do sothing a bit childish, but unforgettable for a lifeti?"
"What?" Kasahara Fumi’s curiosity was rare.
"Well, you stand at the bow, spread your arms, close your eyes, and I’ll hold you from behind..."
"I... I won’t." Kasahara Fumi imdiately protested.
But Fujiwara Reya kept smiling.
It was the kind of smile that insisted regardless, even if the ship were about to sink.
Kasahara Fumi hesitated for a mont, then reluctantly complied with his wishes.
She stiffly moved to the bow, spread her arms, took a deep breath, and slowly closed her eyes. In her last line of sight was still endless blue sky and ocean, extending in every direction to the water.
The autumn sunlight danced over her delicate eyebrows and long eyelashes, casting shadows across her pale face. Her orange hair flew up, becoming the most striking color on the sea.
Fujiwara Reya followed her to the bow, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
Kasahara Fumi’s body quivered.
Soon, she gradually relaxed, leaning her back against his chest.
"Your gesture gives the feeling the ship might sink," she whispered.
"With you by my side, I could die fulfilled," Fujiwara Reya tightened his hold on her waist, burying his face in the crook between her shoulder and neck, "Ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"Three, two..."
"Hey, wait, you’re going to—"
"I am the king of the world——"
The shout, infused with demonic power, echoed across the entire cruise ship and drifted across the vast, tumultuous sea. Each white crest exploded into waves upon the sound waves’ impact.
The few people walking around the deck all looked over in astonishnt.
Kasahara Fumi blushed with embarrassnt.
Soon, even greater commotion erupted from within the ship.
"Let’s go!" Kasahara Fumi urgently grabbed Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder.
Fujiwara Reya embraced her, jumping off the bow.
In the sensation of weightlessness, Kasahara Fumi’s hands instinctively tightened, holding onto the only thing she could grab.
In the instant before hitting the water, white wings unfurled, and with a whoosh, they soared toward the sky.
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"I am the king of the world——"
The sentence rang out as Mrs. Hoshimi and Hoshimi Rinko were having breakfast in their room. Hearing the voice, she lifted her index finger, making a listening gesture, "Did Rinko hear sothing?"
The wind stirred the curtains, rustling them.
Across from her mother, Hoshimi Rinko held a glass of iced lemonade, her gaze turning toward the sea outside the ship.
"Who does mother think it is?" The priestess with eyes beautiful like gemstones asked knowingly.
In the sea breeze, Mrs. Hoshimi’s voice was clear and charming: "I guess it’s a great tengu."
Hoshimi Rinko covered her mouth and surprisingly, broke into a smile.
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