CHAPTER 481: 169. SHIRANUI_2

Speaking of the chairman, Kasahara Fumi suddenly felt guilty again.

"Don’t rush, sit down properly!" Fujiwara Reya gave a slightly smug and elegant smile.

Kasahara Fumi, resigned, had to lower her waist again, sitting with her delicate hips slightly raised.

As she bent down a bit more, the intricate wedding dress made a rustling sound. Her snow-white, beautiful jade-like feet were slowly covered by the hem, exuding a refined and noble beauty.

Fujiwara Reya poured some water into the teapot and then placed the pot on the stove.

The fiery red charcoal burned leisurely. He fanned with a small golden screen while saying, "After you returned to the inner courtyard today, I was taking a walk... and saw someone who surprised me greatly. May I ask why you didn’t tell me first...?"

His tone was quite understated.

But as soon as the words were out, Kasahara Fumi immediately raised her head.

This question was hard to explain, and she instinctively sensed trouble, feeling a dry mouth.

"You...she, uh..."

"You realized her presence only after she came in, right?" Fujiwara Reya asked, smiling.

That smile contained trust and tenderness, and Kasahara Fumi let out a sigh of relief, silently shrugging her shoulders. Such an action seemed to silently express, "I didn’t reveal your secret."

"Careless." Fujiwara Reya scolded lightly.

Kasahara Fumi, both embarrassed and flustered, hung her head, staring at her finely manicured fingers.

The sound of crackling charcoal made her heart race.

Fujiwara Reya added more charcoal.

Bright flames flickered between the black charcoal, illuminating the room’s floor with brilliant gold, while the noise from outside did not disturb the deep tranquility inside the room.

Both were watching the charcoal fire in the stove.

The flickering flames were like brushstroke silhouettes painted onto the sky.

Fujiwara Reya brushed the ash off his hands and suddenly said, "I told you, without the chairman, would you obediently get married?"

Upon hearing this, Kasahara Fumi slowly replied, "As long as you know..."

Click click.

This tone was full of resentment.

Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but laugh.

This aggrieved yet unwilling to admit defeat Eri was really endearing.

"What’s so funny?" Kasahara Fumi glared at him.

"It’s natural to laugh when I see the cute side of someone I like."

"Like?"

"Didn’t you notice?"

"It sounds nice, but where’s the evidence?"

"Evidence," Fujiwara Reya waved a hand confidently, "Does the truth require evidence?"

Kasahara Fumi said with more certainty, "The truth you speak of sounds more like nonsense."

"But we are already married." Fujiwara Reya said, "Could it be that even before the first day is over, you want to call it off?"

"...Treat the marriage as a joke." Kasahara Fumi said in a cold tone, "Even with the ceremony, it holds no meaning."

"How can you say that!"

Fujiwara Reya suddenly stood up, emotionally charged.

"I’m such a pure person, how could such an important life event as marriage be a joke...you, you, you," he pointed at Kasahara Fumi, looking agitated and breathed heavily several times, "I didn’t expect you to be like this, it’s really disappointing!"

"..."

Kasahara Fumi felt angry enough to laugh.

Reflecting in the furnace’s glow, she laughed coldly, the wedding dress emitting a radiant charm, like a night rainbow enveloping the body.

"Alright, don’t argue on our wedding night." Fujiwara Reya quickly changed his expression, smiling brightly as he took the box brought by the maid earlier, "This is a gift for you, please enjoy it."

Kasahara Fumi looked at the small wooden box.

The dark red wood grain was pasted with patterned paper on all sides, and the lid had a decal of a child catching butterflies, with a color scheme full of court style. The pattern on the decal depicted a naked boy chasing two butterflies flying side by side under the sun, the boy’s appearance and chubby body almost seemed made from white wrinkle silk, with round arms puffed up.

"What’s this?"

She asked as she opened the box.

A gentle light blossomed from the box, and she squinted slightly, picking up a thickly sweet malt syrup-like scent at the tip of her nose. On closer inspection, there were two balls resembling desserts, the size of a baby’s fist, coated in a layer of edible wax.

"Pastries made by my mother herself before going to Takamagahara, please enjoy them." Fujiwara Reya smiled gently.

Kasahara Fumi did not doubt anything and took a small bite.

The texture was soft, the smell sweet but not cloyingly so, like a type of rice-flour cake.

"Did that person say anything to you this afternoon?" she asked while eating.

"That person, so sly, wouldn’t tell me anything." Fujiwara Reya turned his head to look at her.

The firelight cast a glorious outline upon her face, making her exceedingly beautiful, like an ancient painting on a screen. The graceful high nose combined with twinkling eyes was enough to make the observer childishly restless, yet her face remained cold as water, discouraging any impure thoughts.

Kasahara Fumi nibbled on the pastry and hummed ambiguously.

"But I can guess a little." Fujiwara Reya said.

"Please tell." Kasahara Fumi’s curiosity was piqued.

"She mentioned wanting to go to Takamagahara." Fujiwara Reya looked at her Capital City-like fair face, "I’m guessing, because of the limitation of lifespan, it’s almost impossible for humans to go to Takamagahara. But if one goes as a direct relative, they can also gain eternal life. Perhaps she saw that."