He went to pick up his fiancée at his father-in-law’s house.
Of course, he couldn’t just wait in the car at the door.
That would be too rude.
Aoyama Xiu Xin got out of the car and rang the doorbell.
The one who opened the door for him was Iihara Nishi, who was dressed to the nines in a white gown clinging to her sexy figure, beautifully outlining curves where they should be, and wearing a pair of high heels studded with tiny diamonds.
"How are you here?" he blurted out.
Iihara Nishi flipped her hair, a light fragrance wafting through the air, her expression was cold, "Can’t I co to my fiancé’s house? Besides, we are getting married in November, at that ti, it should be asking you this question."
Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned slightly. Previously, the Iihara family and the Asakai family had discussed getting married at the end of the year, but it seed that at Iihara Nishi’s insistence, the wedding had been moved up.
"Xiu Xin," Asai Zexi heard Aoyama Xiu Xin’s voice and knew the two were not on good terms, worried about any issues, he actively ca over, "Co in and sit down, Ling is upstairs doing her makeup and changing, she’ll be down in a mont."
"Big brother, you guys are..." Aoyama Xiu Xin saw that he was also dressed in a suit and asked with a puzzled look, "Are you going to take wedding photos this late at night?"
"We are also going to a banquet," Iihara Nishi cuddled up to Asai Zexi’s arm, looking at Aoyama Xiu Xin with a hint of arrogance, "And it’s Crown Prince’s private engagent banquet, not just anyone can attend, only the Crown Prince’s close friends, the nation’s promising young talents, are invited."
A bit embarrassed, Asai Zexi scratched his chin. He didn’t like Iihara Nishi, but had to admit that marrying Iihara Nishi had its perks.
Like tonight’s banquet, he originally didn’t qualify, but Iihara Nishi could bring him along.
Soft rice does taste wonderful!
"Sister-in-law, I agree with you, tonight’s guests indeed are all young talents," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded slightly, a small smile on his lips, "Because I’m also on the list."
Asai Zexi and Iihara Nishi were both astonished.
"How... how is that possible!" Seeing the smug look in front of her, Iihara Nishi couldn’t help but feel frustrated, planning to deal a blow to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s self-esteem with her own swagger, but ended up swaggered by him.
She has her own! She doesn’t need soone else to do it!
Iihara Nishi knew her own circumstances; she got the invitation because of her father.
Yet Aoyama Xiu Xin, who didn’t have a good father, had also managed to get an invitation, and not just any invitation, but one of a different weight altogether.
Surprised, Asai Zexi felt a strange emotion surging in his heart, worried for his brother but also frightened he would show him up, "That’s great, let’s go together."
"Did Yanchuan Xianyou give you the invitation?" Iihara Nishi hoped, much like herself, that he got the invitation through connections and not on rit.
"Yes," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded, followed by a helpless shake of his head, "Brother Xianyou said it was passed from His Highness, insisting that I must attend. When His Highness puts it like that, I can’t really refuse, even though it’s really distracting."
Iihara Nishi’s face darkened, she closed her mouth and turned to leave, no longer wanting to interact, for fear that her next statent would give him another chance to swagger.
She would rather soone replace the first character of swagger with another plant than feel so stifled.
"Don’t take it to heart, co inside," Asai Zexi pointed at Iihara Nishi’s back, then put his arm around him and entered the house, closing the door behind them.
Upon entering the house, Aoyama Xiu Xin greeted his mother-in-law, and casually asked, "Is uncle not here?"
"He just left," Asai Zexi replied.
Iihara Nishi sat on the sofa, arms crossed, her chest squeezed tight from frustration, not speaking.
Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t sit down but went straight upstairs, "I’m going to see how long Ling will be."
Familiar with the route, he arrived at Asai Ling’s room and pushed the door open to see her twirling in front of the full-length mirror in an elegant champagne-colored evening gown.
"You’re here, how’s this dress?" Asai Ling saw Aoyama Xiu Xin in the mirror and complained, "Always wearing uniforms and suits, I didn’t realize how many of my old clothes have turned ugly, I have nothing to wear."
"It’s not the clothes that have beco ugly, it’s your taste that has improved," Aoyama Xiu Xin responded with a smile.
Asai Ling flashed a bright, teasing smile, looking back at him, "You’re good with words."
"No, compared, it’s actually your mouth that’s more formidable, always running," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a grin.
Having been with him for a long ti, Asai Ling was used to his playful banter, "Help pick out clothes."
Aoyama Xiu Xin sat at the bedhead, watching his fiancée continuously take off and try on clothes before finally settling on a silver sequined evening gown.
It was a strapless style, exposing the collarbone and shoulders, her busty figure gathered to create a deep cleavage, and her hips outlined in curvaceous detail, sexy yet elegant.
"Does it look better on or off?" Asai Ling turned around, playfully hooking Aoyama Xiu Xin’s chin.
With a won, it’s all the sa once the clothes co off, Aoyama Xiu Xin thought, having seen enough to be considered an authority on the matter, "Clothes make the woman into a myriad of beautiful forms."
"Is that why you always like to keep them on?" Asai Ling rolled her eyes.
Aoyama Xiu Xin just smiled and said nothing.
Asai Ling straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips parted slightly, breathing out fragrantly.
"Director, what about that new film you promised to show ?"
"Tonight," Aoyama Xiu Xin answered, adding, "But we’ll record it tonight too."
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